Grass Ring- PruHun

Hungary joined Prussia in the grass.

“Heya.”

“Hey, you know what the awesome me is thinking?”

“Dude, you have to shut your trap if you wanna catch anything.”

Prussia ignored the snappy comment. “You know how everyone goes on about marrying and all?”

“…”

“You know, if I ever married, I would probably marry someone who could hunt with me.”

“Yeah, whatever.” Hungary muttered passively. And then, as an afterthought, “I don’t like having girls hanging around me.”

“Eh? Why?” Prussia had already abandoned his small crossbow, distracted by something in his hands.

“I dunno. I mean, I just want to… to hunt. With you maybe.” Prussia’s ears perked.

Silence settled.

“Here, look!” Prussia shoved a piece of grass in Hungary’s face. Hungary squinted. “It’s an awesome ring!”

“Huh…” Hungary flipped over. Prussia grinned absurdly. “Well…” Hungary murmured. “We didn’t bag anything, thanks to your blabbering. Come on. Let’s go home.”

A few years later:

"Wait... You're a... girl?"

For some reason, both hearts suddenly flicked to the grass ring from when they were eight.