PrussiaxReader I will shoot you...

You strapped on your arm guard and picked up your black compound bow, looking out at the target. It was pretty far away, and there was a slight breeze. You pulled an arrow out of your quiver, nocked it, and took another look at the distance between you and the target.

You took aim, your keen eyes picking out the target in the moonlight. You went still, feeling the world around you, listening to your soft breathing, and then you shot. Your arrow whizzed past your cheek, slicing through the air, and hit the center of your small paper target.

Archery had always calmed you down, and you loved the silence of the night. So you had started shooting at night in the forest near your home. You had spent most of the night tossing and turning, completely unable to sleep, so you had come out once again to do the only thing that would help.

You listened to the stillness of the night and closed your eyes, feeling the wind on your face and in your hair. A twig cracked behind you, and you spun in a blur as you nocked another arrow, pointing it directly at the source of the sound.

Standing there was a man, with bright white hair that glowed in the moonlight, and dark red eyes. He looked quite alarmed, and for a moment you had no idea why. Then it clicked in your brain, and you quickly lowered your weapon.

“Sorry, you startled me.” You watched relief pass over the man’s face, followed by a smirk you could tell he wore often.

“No problem, Frau. Come here often?” You were pretty good with voices, and you quickly deduced that he man before you was German. And, wait, was he…. hitting on you? You raised your eyebrow at him, turned around, and nocked an arrow.

You glimpsed the surprise on his face as you turned, and had to stifle a giggle. He had probably never had a girl turn him down like that before. You took aim, repeating your process as you so often had. Another arrow in the bull’s eye.

“Wow, you’re pretty good, Frau, but not as awesome as me. Vhat’s your name?” The man walked towards you with his cocky air.  Your competitive side got the best of you.

“Beat me in a friendly little contest, and I might tell you.” You were smirking slightly, but internally you were cursing yourself for being such an idiot. This guy could be a stalker, and you were giving him your name? Or worse, a murderer. You could tell the German was going to take you up on your offer.

“Fine.”

You winked at him, not knowing where this boldness was coming from, and jogged out to the target to retrieve your arrows. Your heart was beating a mile a minute, and you were sure that you were about to be axe murdered. At least you still had your bow in hand, so you could defend yourself if need be.

You pulled the arrows out of the bale of hay you used to support your target and jogged back to the man, who was simply smirking at you.

“Me first.” He nodded, and you quickly fired five arrows, hitting the bull’s eye the first four times, and hitting slightly outside the center with your last arrow. The man’s smirk grew wider, and he stepped up to take his turn.

You reluctantly handed your bow to him, along with five arrows. He took thme from you, nocked an arrow, and began to aim. His stance was perfect, he had obviously done this for many years.

He loosed the arrow, and it flew directly into the bull’s eye. As did the four after it. He had beaten you. You cocked your head, and he handed you back your bow. At least he hadn’t axe murdered you. But you were going to have to find a new deserted forest to shoot in.

“Ha! The awesome me von! Now you have to tell me your name!”

“Where did you learn to shoot like that?” you asked, trying to stall. You started to walk towards the target once more to get your arrows so you could run.

“Nein. No stalling. Tell me your name.” The man’s voice was getting obnoxiously loud.

“I didn’t say I would tell you. I said I might tell you.” You yanked your arrows out and placed them back in your quiver, pulling your bow over your head so that it rested around your body.

“Not fair! You have to tell the awesome me!”

“Free country! No I don’t!” With that you took off in the opposite direction, twigs cracking beneath you as you ran. You didn’t stop running until you had reached your house, doubling back and taking odd turns every so often to make sure you weren’t followed.

---Timeskip---

“Did you hear about the German guys?”

“What?” you looked up from your book and peered at your best friend, (Friend Name).

“The two German brothers who just moved here. Well, one insists he’s Prussian, but they’re like, super-hot.” You rolled  your eyes at the dreamy look that made its home on your friend’s face.

“I don’t subscribe to the fawning-over-strange-foreign-guys-who-just-moved-to-town so you’ll have to excuse me.” You friend made a sound of disgust and mumbled something along the lines of ‘you’re no fun’.

“Well, you’ll have to start, because I invited them over for lunch.” She said after a few moments of silence.

“What? And you didn’t tell me?” You groaned. “I’m leaving.” You didn’t want to be there to watch (Friend name) drooling over some guy(s).

“No you’re not.” There was a knock at the door. You cursed her under your breath and fled into the kitchen. The instant the door was opened, obnoxious laughter filled the small apartment.

A few hellos were said, and then the voice of one of the Germans started loudly telling a story. That voice… you knew it from somewhere… it was so damn familiar, but you couldn’t quite place it.

You stepped out of the kitchen, allowing your curiosity to have its way with you. You immediately regretted it. Standing before you was the man from the forest. He stopped talking as he saw you, a grin spreading across his face.