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xxxAlbion ❧

The forest was ancient, he could feel it. It was so much older then he was, probably back when his mother was alive. He carefully moved up a tree. Climbing carefully as to not hurt the tree. Once he got to one of it's lowest branches, which was a good ways from the ground he settled himself there.

His quiver resting upon his back as he let his feet hang, and his bow in his left hand. He just had to wait for dinner to walk by. The little fae of the forest had told him a herd of deer was nearby and it would be nice to get something that would last while. So Albion, the name of his land as little as it was thus was his name as well, did his best to stay still and readied a bow to fire a shot without moving and alerting the animal of it's death.

As he waited, a few fae gathered around him watching the young nation with curious eyes and hope that his hunt would be successful.

Sweet little fairytales,
the stories are always the same.
With a knight, a maiden and a dragon,
whom has to be slain.

But that's not always true,
sometimes it's the knight that must fall,
and the maiden not rescued at all.
Because there are no happy endings.

sтαη∂ υρ ƒσя

уσυяsεℓƒ.

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Hungary sighed. The forest was deep, and quiet. It was...very pleasent. With the wind kissing her cheeks, she sat down. Her muscles were throbbing after a long time spent practicing her sword fighting. Suddenly, a voice rang out through the woods. The shrill call was unmistakable.
Prussia.
Hungary bolted up and followed the loud crackling sounds and shouts right to him. Furious, she balled up her fist and hit him straight on the nose."Can't a guy get some quiet around here??!! You're being loud enough to wake up a...a...a bear! Now shut up." She took little notice of the baby bird following him. It was quite noticable on a normal occasion, but Hungary was too angry to take note of anything but Prussia.

And they say that,
A hero can save us,
I'm not going to stand here and wait.

[OOC=I'm still going to refer to Hungary as a she. But she thinks she's a he.]

[[OOC! Less confusing I suppose XD And um, assume that's the dear 'Albion' wants]]

xxxAlbion ❧

Albion didn't move, he wasn't going to show himself to these people. Whoever they may be there where ruining his hunt anyways. Wait, what if they make more noise? They scare off the deer and he'd have to try fishing, and that didn't end well.

So he sat still hoping, that these people will go away and he cant hunt down the deer herd again and get his meal. Of course his stomach had different plans and let out a loud growl. The fae around him laughed and he flushed a deep red color.

"Quiet" he hissed at the fae he didn't want his position to be discovered.

Sweet little fairytales,
the stories are always the same.
With a knight, a maiden and a dragon,
whom has to be slain.

But that's not always true,
sometimes it's the knight that must fall,
and the maiden not rescued at all.
Because there are no happy endings.

sтαη∂ υρ ƒσя

уσυяsεℓƒ.

H
U
N
G
A
R
Y

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The unknown archer refused to relinquish his position. Prussia too, now, took stance towards their hidden foe. He was being a show-off, and Hungary rolled her eyes at him, but it made no matter. The important part was that they had a foe, and he had the upper hand. "We're going to find you eventually, so you might as well save some face and come out now." They probably couldn't find them if he chose not, but he didn't have to know that. There was always a bit of bluffing out in the battlefield. "We're excellent swordsmen. If you come out now, we'll spare you." Speaking of death would be sure to draw him out. Death. Almost all feared it. You'd be a fool not to.

And they say that,
A hero can save us,
I'm not going to stand here and wait.

xxxAlbion ❧

Albion quickly fired off another warning arrow. He wasn't liking them being so quiet and he could see that the white haired one gained another sword. He quickly notched another arrow and took aim.

"What are you doing! If you dare harm this tree you're going to regret it!" Albion warned he didn't want the forest to be hurt for unnecessary reason. Maybe he should come out? No, he can't fight both of them. He could always run for it and hope to get to a castle for safety.

The Fae around him had abandoned him and were shaking leafs and playing with their tunics more. Where they trying to get their attention? But the two hadn't shown any sign of seeing them.

Sweet little fairytales,
the stories are always the same.
With a knight, a maiden and a dragon,
whom has to be slain.

But that's not always true,
sometimes it's the knight that must fall,
and the maiden not rescued at all.
Because there are no happy endings.

sтαη∂ υρ ƒσя

уσυяsεℓƒ.

H
U
N
G
A
R
Y

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Another arrow still passed by them. How many more warnings would they get before he actually hurt them? Hungary wasn't quite keen on finding out. She hoped Prussia would hurry up. His grand scheme consisted of chopping down the tree with their swords. It was almost certain that their swords would get knicked, but it was sort of necessary to confront their ally. She was going to make Prussia pay for fixing her weapon of choice when this was all over.
There was a sudden jerking at her clothes. At first, she had dismissed this as simply her tunic being caught on a stick. But now, the repetitive motion signaled to her that this was something intentional. She turned her head to see the offender, and lo and behold, "Fairies!" Gilbert was ignoring them, but she was more put off by the appearence of these creatures. Who knew what else there might be around here, if fairies were?

And they say that,
A hero can save us,
I'm not going to stand here and wait.