Prussia (Teutonic Order), Lithuania (Grand Duchy). I needed a much lighter note after my last fic! Just a fun little drabble prompted by a picture on here and a conversation with Ark and Die. I would have chosen an earlier date for age’s sake, but for the little plot this one worked best. xD I always picture them anywhere between 14 and 15 here in this age. Still young but old enough to accompany in battle. They looked about this age in Tannenberg 1410 so I think it’s a fair assumption.
Toris glared at the clothing that was being held out in front of him with such disgust that the thing might just burst into flame at any moment. His arms were crossed over his own green tunic, eyes shifting up to the culprit holding the object of interest as it was lowered with an exasperated sigh. “Just put it on!”
“That isn’t a part of the deal…” Toris muttered, eyes narrowing at the white-haired nation in front of him. Gilbert, the little ‘nation’ known as the Teutonic Order was currently holding an outfit just like his own. A white tunic with a large black cross on it and gray pants.
“Yeah but you owe me! I don’t trust you this time. You’ve promised me Samogitia* like three times!” Gilbert argued with his own little glare.
“Hey, I just do what my bosses tell me. Put that away, I’m not even a Christian!” Toris waved his hand, turning his back on the other nation.
“Your—well—one of your bosses was baptized! Wigand!” Gilbert argued. Toris turned back around quickly, looking ready to fight.
“Vytautas! His name is Vytautas.”
“Yeah yeah, whatever you say. He was baptized and he promised to be a good little Catholic didn’t he? Ach, but then he went back on his word didn’t he? That Jogi guy too.”
“Jogaila!” Toris was growing more frustrated.
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SO MUCH AWESOME!!!! it just made my B-day even better to read this!!! and I feel my fingers itching to draw something to match this! :D