A Hunting I Will Go...

[mathias_danmark]

"A hunting I will go, hi-ho the dairy-oh a hunting I will go." Mads sang in the brisk morning air as he approached Tino and Berwald's hut and banged obnoxiously on the door. "WAKE UP SVENK, Short-Stuff! Today we bring back food for squaws and little braves."

Tino's groggy voice could be heard from within. "You better be calling me Little Brave

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[darth_eduard]

Gilbert let out a bit of a noise when faced with the spoon jabbing against his ribs from Eeva. The muscles of a large part of his body were still giving him a hard time from the workouts he'd been putting himself through in the early mornings, and she seemed to be able to sense it in her own witchy sort of way by trying to make him squirm as much as possible. The two of them seemed to end up giving one another a hard time almost as much as Berwald and Mads tended to. Gilbert was beginning to see just what they were all warning him about in regards to the finn women. "Crazy bitch..." the albino grumbled as he finally dug into his breakfast. "No wurst either..."

"So Berwald," Eduard chimed in, gesturing with his spoon. "By your logic, since I can speak Mandalorian, that makes me an honorary soldier of Mandalore and thusly completely and epicly badass?" Eduard shrugged his shoulders and raised his eyebrows approvingly. "Jaa, I'll accept that. Linus, it seems we've both benefited from this twist of Swedish logic. The day is off to a good start then, wouldn't you say?"

[tino_suomi]

"I can hear you!" She laughed, assuming a fencing position with her spoon and returning to attempting to tickle the German with it. "I will proudly accept the title of crazy bitch, thank you very much." She was really coming to enjoy harassing the German. He had to come to understand that it would now be worse than it was when she didn't like him... now she liked him. Before she would only half bother with him... now he was a pseudo-friend... now he was fresh meat for teasing and harassing like she did to Eduard, Berwald and Tino.

Tino piped in. "I don't see what's wrong with being Finnish. As though being Swedish automatically makes you bad ass? I don't see any of you able to take down an enemy from 500 yards away. You don't even have that kind of range Eduard, though of you guys here you're probably the closest in skill to me. AND," He enunciated. "AND if language makes you an honorary something we are all honorary Brits/Americans and you and you," He indicated Berwald and Eduard. "Are also honorary Finns." He smiled smugly. "You both speak Finnish as fluently as Eeva and me. And I am therefore an honorary Eesti."

[berwaldsverige]

"The can of worms, she has been opened." Berwald chuckled as he washed dishes and stacked them to dry.

Once finished he sat back down and waited until everyone had finished breakfast. Taking a sharpening stone to the spear and arrow heads he had made earlier, making sure they were securely affixed to their shafts. It would not due to find a wild boar and have it NOT DIE when you struck it, because they would then turn around and gore the shit out of your legs.

But they made for an awesome roast if they managed to find one.

[darth_eduard]

"Verdammt!" Gilbert shifted and squirmed at the repeated spoon to the ribs. Eeva had somehow discovered something that only Eduard, Francis, and Gilbert's own family knew...he was more than a bit ticklish around the middle. Truth be told, he actually would go so far as to consider the crazy finn-witch Eeva a friend. Gilbert never really had much association with females throughout his life in any greater capacity than a long series of sordid flings and instances of drunken debauchery, so for Eeva to get in past the German's outer shell and gain the safety of permanent "friend zone" was quite the feat. That, however, landed her in the same boat as Mads and Berwald though in regards to heckling and pranks. Nothing was safe now. Especially not his ribs. "Keep this up and you'll have to find somebody else to run into town next time." The albino scooted away from another jab, squeezing in close to the potential safety of his boyfriend's side.

"I do agree with you on most of that, Ti." Eduard agreed with his 'brother'. "This COULD all get out of hand if we continued to follow this train of slightly skewed logic. We would all be such mutts that not even Cesar Milan would be able to tell what we were." Eduard was distracted a moment as Gilbert and Eeva's horsing around drove Gilbert to latch onto him. "Oh, and Ti...with that trebuchet I made the scale model for yesterday morning, I might just be able to match your distance. Provided I set it accurately enough. We may have to test it sometime."

[tino_suomi]

Eeva just smiled and stopped for a second before speaking. "You'd be that vindictive? To leave a woman, her uterus's inner lining stripping away? Painfully? In a freezing cold shit-shack? That's cruel. I don't think you would." She teased, instead of tickling him now using the spoon to mess with his hair. Not caring that Eduard was right there. When did Eduard being right there ever stop her from messing with Tino? Or vice versa?

Tino, meanwhile, raised an eyebrow to Eduard's claim. "Really? Okay, matching distance and accuracy at the same time though is challenging. I propose, if you ever get it up and running, we'll do a test. I don't care if it out distances me, but if we get to a distance point where it is still more accurate than I am? I will take off my hat and bow down before your brilliance on one humbled knee and I will GIVE you my silver medal." He promised. "But until such time? I'm still the superior range-man." He winked at his 'brother' hopefully the challenge of humbling the best Vainamoinen archer, and the proud owner of the Hetalia Academy Silver Medal for Sharp Shooting (Basche Zwingli, of course, held the gold) would be a motivating factor for Eduard.

[berwaldsverige]

"Just neither of you shoot me and I'll be happy." Berwald muttered as he stacked arrows in Tino's quiver.

"Are we about ready? Sun is coming up and we need to get going if we want to be back in time to butcher the quarry before sundown. That is if we can even find anything. We are sadly a bunch of pampered pussies used to hunting meat in the supermarket." He added with mirth as he handed out spears to the "rabble" going hunting.

[darth_eduard]

"If you keep at me with that damned spoon, I would. That is, if it wouldn't land me in the doghouse, sleeping in an empty bed." Gilbert vainly attempted to swat the spoon and Eeva's hands away from his head. "You're lucky you've got Birdie on your side. Although if you keep fucking with me like this you might wake up one morning to find your clothes floating in the middle of the lake." Then it was Eduard's turn to give Gilbert a good bop on the head.

"Halt den mund!" Eduard half whispered to his boyfriend in his own language. As far as Eduard knew, nobody but the two of them spoke any German, although he hadn't really bothered inquiring lately. He wasn't about to let slip though that he had been planning just such a prank on his longtime friend. They had played much more impish and devious pranks on one another over the years. "Geben Sie nicht weg mein plan, Gilbert!"

Eduard then laughed and offered Tino a smile. "Ei, Ti. You are the sharpshooter among us. I don't plan to rival you on that, but I am fairly certain this device could at least achieve a similar distance. I have the prototype crafted. I simply need assistance in cutting the larger sections of wood and fastening everything together."

[tino_suomi]

"I'm ready." Came a chorus of Tino and Mads' voices as Gilbert and Eduard were fighting with the spoon wielding She-Demon that was Eeva.

Tino picked up his bow and the shoulder strap of his quiver and smiled at Eduard. "I bet you could get my husband to help you with some of the construction if you asked him nicely. He's a honey Bear, 'please' and 'thank you's go a long way with him." The young Finn chortled.

"You coming a-hunting with us Linus?" Tino invited jovially.

"Um, no. But thank you. I don't have the kind of stomach for it I don't think. I can eat it, maybe help cook it, but I can't kill or clean it."

"There's no shame in that. I was just telling Berwald earlier that if I shoot I'm aiming to kill as quickly as possible and with as little pain. I think if I leave an animal suffering I'll just burst into tears myself." Tino offered, to make Linus feel a little better about not having a killer's stomach. If anything, Tino did admire how readily Linus could confess to just not having the heart to do it. Sure, the Dane and German would probably tease him later for being 'soft' but it's something that Tino saw in the older boy. Linus was gentle, through and through. He he a gentle soul to match his gentle heart and Tino knew then and there that he really hoped Eeva's relationship with him panned out. He'd like Linus to be a part of their family.

[berwaldsverige]

"A trebuchet... that's like a catapult isn't it?" Berwald asked in query as everyone got their items together.

"If you have measurements and instructions I can build it for you. Mads is pretty good with a hammer and saw too. I am better though." Berwald grinned toothily at the Dane.

It was true. Mads was decent enough putting things together, but his measurements weren't nearly as good as Berwald's. If they had to build it from scratch Berwald would insist on cutting the wood to specifications. He wasted FAR LESS than the Dane.

[darth_eduard]

"Yes, a trebuchet is very much like a catapult. I happen to prefer the elegance and sheer destructive capability of the trebuchet, myself though." Eduard replied matter of factly, passing his empty utensils to Eeva before she managed to do any further damage to his boyfriend. As it stood, the albino already looked like he'd been through a long day's worth of hunting. His choppy silver hair stuck up at a million and one different angles and his face bore a scowl which was eerily similar to the one his vati had the first time Eduard had beaten him at risk when he was invited over for the big "meet the parents" dinner. It took all the strength Eduard had in him not to erupt into laughing fits over the image.

"Ummm...jaa.." The Estonian sputtered, stifling a wide grin. "I think I'll join you lot on the hunt. What say you, veli? Do you think we can down this beast before the 'vikings' here?"

[tino_suomi]

"Come on Eduard. Lets show our 'husbands' who can slay the bacon, and cook it too. Maybe we'll be gracious and let them carry it home." He grinned, getting the quiver situated on his back and plucking playfully at the bow string. "It's not a gun, but it'll do." He grinned darkly. "Come on Bear, Mads, lead on oh talented trackers."