The two of them walked over to the stables, more accurately the taller one was being dragged there by his feisty and oddly pissed prince.

The luscious green grass danced in the wind, the neighing of horses could be heard from afar. After they both had arrived at the large land that was where the horses usually roamed around America finally let go of his guard's sleeve.

"Are you angry at me?" His guard asked a little curious and concerned. "I don't think so?" The shored one replied also in a state of confusion.

He did not know why he got as angry as he did but he doesn't think it's the Russian's fault. The tricolored country opened their mouth probably to ask another question but before he did the American chimed in "Hey girl!" He ran over to one of the stable doors.

Inside was a majestic snow white horse, she let out a few neighs in delight as the prince approached her. The Russian followed next to the prince as they got closer, personally the taller boy has never seen a horse in his life. He was fascinated by anything new.

"She was a horse that was appointed specifically for me by my dad, I'm never allowed outside the palace so I guess horse riding was another form of entertainment for me while stuck within these castle walls."

The American reached out a hand and rubbed her neck. "I assume you've never ridden a horse before have you?" He turned back to the taller boy.

Russia only shook his head slightly, "hm, do you wanna ride her?" America asked enthusiastically, "I would never, she is yours and only yours, besides I do not know how to ride a horse."

"Well from now on I'm making her your horse too ok?"

"As you wish," the other replied without hesitation. "As for the riding part, I can ride with you, just hold on to me from behind and you'll be fine," America's expression turned into a dorky smile.

Before his guard could object he had already taken the horse out and was placing the saddle on. So the royal guard just kept his mouth shut. A small part of him wanted to ride that horse but he repeated in his head that it would seem very unprofessional to be using the prince's gifts.

America placed one foot on the footing hold on the saddle and leaped up onto the seat, he held the rein firmly and turned over to his guard. Giving him the message that he was waiting for Russia to get on too.

Russia also got on the horse according to his prince's request, as for the hang on tight part, the tricolored country held on to the country in front of him by the waist.

This made the shorter one's heart beat faster and it sent shivers down his spine. Ignoring these signs he pulled on the reins and they started moving at a leisurely pace.

It was nice just taking a stroll on a horse just admiring the scenery and the large field of grass that seemed to stretch on for thousands of miles.

"How about we go a little faster?" America's smile became a reckless smirk as he pulled the reins harder and the horse went faster. It wasn't incredibly fast but as time went by the horse went faster and faster until they were riding at full speed.

The prince was having a blast, the Russian just admiring everything as his eyes sparked in amusement.

Suddenly out of nowhere America's arms started throbbing in pain from the cramp since that morning. His grip on the rein faltered and he started to slide off without anything to support or anything for him to hold onto.

Russia noticed a second too late due to him being distracted by the surroundings, so he couldn't pull the other back up. In a split second the Russian slipped on purpose and grabbed the prince into a hug from behind.

They both slammed on the ground with a loud thud, well more specifically Russia did. He hugged the prince from behind to cushion his fall, both were caught off guard.

Cold sweat dripped down their faces as the stiff prince started to relax. "Remind me to never ride a horse with cramping arms ever again." He let out a low chuckle.

"Are you two okay?" They heard a voice getting closer towards them. They both got up and Russia let go of the prince. He immediately started wanting to hug him some more for some odd reason.

The voice they heard was Germany and Poland rushing up to them. "We saw what happened, are you two okay?" Germany asked with the slightest bit of concern despite having quite a neutral face.

"We're fine, what brings your highnesses here?" Russia questioned. America's mood immediately dropped again, he was suddenly pissed again.

"Well we're taking care of our horses who pull our carriage," Poland held up a bucket full of water in his hands, his tone had the slightest bit of annoyance. "What happened out there?"

"I don't feel like explaining but long story short we fell," America grit his teeth and said in an offensive yet sarcastic tone.

"I see, I hope you're more careful next time, I'd be worried if anything happened to Russia," Germany said nonchalantly. "Anyway Russia, do you wanna stay in my room like we did back in the old days?"

America just snapped, "sorry but he's gonna be with me," he attempted to hide the malice in his voice with no prevail. "Well I think he should choose what he wants." Germany only shrugged and turned to the Russian.

Without a second of delay Russia replied, "sorry Germany, if the prince requests me I must fulfill my orders."

Germany nodded with a smile, "okay that's reasonable, have a great day," they waved off and left.

"What's your relationship with him?" America asked once the German was out of view, he said it in an annoyed tone.

"Pardon?"

"What's your relationship with him?" America repeated with many emotions mixed into that one sentence.

"We were brothers in a way, his father took me in when my father couldn't take care of me, I was never quite allowed out of the palace. I was only allowed in my room, in the dueling hall, the training hall and the backyard. Germany always saw me as a brother and always snuck me in his room at night."

"It was fun times, I'd say we could even be considered as half brothers if you will. At least that's how I feel about it."

He explained, his expression unchanged and neutral. "I see," the American's mood lifted at once like a heavy burden had been lifted from his chest.

A smile immediately stretched in his face, "how about we find something else to do then?"

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It was around midnight, the hooting owls have already awoken from their deep slumber. In the guest room of the kingdom of Britannia two men were inside. One sitting on the chair in front of the desk, the other sitting on the bed that was only a few inches apart from the desk.

Germany suddenly burst out in a laughing fit, "that American prince sure is quite a handful sometimes."

"What do you mean?" The polish boy enquired.

"He was glaring every time he saw me no?" Germany smirked. "Yes I noticed that."

"He's in love," Germany cocked his head. "I noticed that too, he likes Russia right?" Poland also started smiling. "Indeed, they both love each other very much, they just haven't realized it."

"I swear I was about to beat the shit out of the prince if he didn't stop glaring at you," Poland said amused. He leaned in closer to the German man who sat on the chair in front of the desk.

Germany chuckled, "don't do that, he just doesn't know I consider him only as a brother." Germany pecked the polish boy on the lips then got up.

"I expect a wedding invitation in the future," Germany said jokingly, he adjusted his glasses. But yet he also somewhat meant it what he said.

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