Hi~ I'm back with another PrUk! Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Hetalia is not mine, at least not yet…

Warning: Nothing much I guess, some cussing, T for language and smidgets of blood.

The God of Awesomeness on pursuit!

"Why is it that I have to go and collect those fireberries?!" Arthur grumbled as he walked through the forest, eyebrows scrunch together. But when he remembered Dylan's look, which terrified him more that Allistor's, he continued walking, intent stronger that before.

And so we find our protagonist, searching the forest for those flame coloured berries. He of course like any poor sap stuck in work, is having a little bit difficulty on the task.

And no Kirkland has ever been known for patience or anything related to that. Even Dylan Kirkland, calmest of the brothers, also has limited patience.

Needless to say, Arthur started to feel pissed off again and just sat beneath an old oak tree. But even before he could rest his aching body, a sharp pain came to his backside. He yelped and stepped away from the said tree, not even noticing that there were a tiny, prickly plants underneath it.

A real pain in the arse, if Arthur would say it himself.

Arthur's eyes suddenly widened. If his still-limited-but-already-enough knowledge on Herbs and plant medicine was right these were the berries that Allistor practically chucked into Arthur's face as few days ago.

Those shiny, flame-coloured, not to mention miniscule-sized fireberries. Arthur resisted the urge to trample on the said plant. Why did it have to remind him so much of Allistor's crimson-red hair? Arthur muttered some obscenities before crouching in and plucking the said berries, careful not to prick himself again. His arse is enough, thank you.

He carefully set the said berries down on the grass. He has to clean them first. Oh, where is a pond or a bloody stream when you need one?

Arthur glanced at the berries. Surely, no creature in the forest would steal his spoils, right? But he also wasn't sure. Say, a hare manage to get a hold of these…or bird? Arthur shook his head. These are too fragile and small to put in his pockets. Dylan would have his head if he brings him damaged materials. His brother likes his ingredients on top quality afterall…

With that thought, Arthur set off to search for a stream nearby. Although he had a feeling he is doing something utterly foolish…

When Arthur came back, with that looming feeling over him, the berries were gone.

"Bloody hell…"Arthur groaned. He heard a peeping sound just above his head.

It was a canary. It must be, because it's yellow. Arthur thought.

And beside the fact that he didn't know that birds can be that round and fluffy.

And it is carrying one of Arthur's painfully collected berries. The bloody, fluffy bird has them. And as if feeling the menacing aura from Arthur, said bird flew away.

"Come back here, you loony bird!" Arthur followed the bird.

He again ignored the voice telling him that he was being silly and foolish.

Arthur followed the bird deeper into the forest. The bird stopped at a large fir tree. Arthur raised an eyebrow as the bird landed and went in a tiny burrow under the tree.

Arthur stared and leaned in as well.

Inside the said burrow was a snow rabbit, in the middle of changing its fur from winter white to summer brown. And a rust-like smell hit Arthur's nostrils…

Blood.

Also beside the rabbit were the blood-red berries Arthur collected. The two animals stared at Arthur, black, beady eyes boring in his emerald ones, inspecting whether Arthur would hurt them or not.

"Sorry, but those beady eyes don't work on me." Arthur said coldly but made no attempt on grabbing the berries back.

Fuck him and his pitiful nature.

"If I patch you up will you give me those back?" Arthur asked the two herbivores only to palm his face. He seriously didn't talk to a goddamn bird and a rabbit, didn't he?

Arthur grabbed the rabbit by the fur on the back of its neck to prevent it from struggling, a trick he learned from his older brothers. It is always wise to imitate the ways of a carnivore. However, like what Patrick and Allistor always said, just the ways. Arthur was never a carnivore. Maybe an omnivore, but in reality of life there only exist two types. A herbivore or a carnivore.

Arthur refuses to fall into the herbivore side, fuck Paddy and his hunter's instincts.

"Stop struggling." Arthur used his free hand to get his first-aid kit from his pocket. It was small and compact, consisting of long strips of bandages and some ointments. Using his teeth, he opened one of the ointments and lathered it on the rabbit's wound, particularly on the rabbit's foot. It was puncture by some sharp, Arthur reckoned.

Arthur tried not to think of those traps his brothers had set in the forest. Those sharp, clamps enough to break a deer's bones. The sand-haired man shuddered.

Even more reason to get rid of his guilt fest. Arthur ripped the bandages with his teeth. He wrapped them around the rabbit's foot. There fine, everything is fine.

"You. What are you doing here?" A voice startled Arthur as he was tying the bonds together.

Without turning back, Arthur answered. "Are you blind? Can't you see for yourself?" Sure Arthur was rude but the man(Arthur guessed it was a man) was ruder first.

"Why, you're a rude little squirt…" Arthur could hear the ire at the man's voice.

"There done." Arthur let the rabbit go. "I'll give you those berries this time."

Arthur stood, dusting himself and grabbing the medicine kit. Only to stare at the man in front of him.

The man had snow white hair, red eyes and had a feral look on his face. Arthur shrugged when he saw the man's clothing. It was a tunic of fine black silk with quality skin black pants. A cloak of what must be fine cloth hanged on the man's shoulders. Must be one of those rich bastards out here for a hunt… Arthur snorted. As if you could call that a hunt, that was just for fucking sissy aristocrats.

Arthur resisted the urge to spat.

Strangely, the yellow bird flew towards the stranger. Arthur was confused, he really was but he didn't show it. Instead he started to walk away, eager to look for more berries. Maybe he can use the previous method he used. Arthur cringed at the pain at his arse.

Or maybe he could just face the wrath of his brothers

"Hey, wait! Where are you going!" The man stepped in Arthur's way, annoying smirk on his face.

"Home. And could you get out of my way." Arthur said, mentally killing the man in front of him, just mentally of course.

"Don't you know the awesome me?! You must, I'm famous." The man laughed. Arthur glared. If there was something Arthur hated, it was egoistic people. They tend to clash with his own ego so Arthur avoided them a lot. Or beat the shit of them for that matter.

"No, you bastard. Now, get out of my way before I flip you over." Arthur tried to restrain his tongue but just like how it is usually, it cannot be reigned in, much to Arthur's dismay.

The white-haired bastard only laughed. Arthur dwelled on how weird the man's cackles were. "I'd like to see a puny mortal try!" More of that laughter.

Arthur didn't move. Instead he charged at the man, grabbing the fine clothes. Lifting people is the hard part, but since Arthur is accustomed to his brother's brawls it was easy. You don't use the force on your arms, you use the force from your bended knees and body then let the weight dump heavily to the ground.

A perfect flip.

Arthur stood over the man on the ground. He didn't hear any groans of pain. He mentally cursed. He isn't as strong as his brothers and his flips never really hurt them He has to work on it more.

"HOW DID YOU DO THAT!" The man shouted. It irked Arthur as he catches his breath. What a cocky fellow…

"Wanker…." Arthur was ready to run. He always made it a policy to run when odds are against him. Then return for some evil payback later. And if the man wasn't even fazed by that, then odds are really against Arthur then.

Laughter erupted from the man. Arthur took a step backward readying himself to run. But he only stared as the man lift.

Lifted by a gust of wind…

Just what mess did Arthur get himself in this time…

"Kesesese! Mortal, what is your name?" the stranger asked smirk on his face, red-eyes gleaming. Somehow, it really irritated Arthur.

"None of your business whoever you are…"

The weird man laughed. And walked towards Arthur, their eyes meeting. Arthur stared at the man's foot though…

The man's feet weren't on the ground. He was floating or maybe the grass just parted for him.

"Do you really not know who the awesome me is?" The strange man gleamed at Arthur and puffed his chest in bravado. Arthur just felt the feeling of wanting to sink his fist on that cocky face of this man.

Fuck him if he's a ghost or whatever he is, Arthur is not scared. Dylan is much scarier than any living soul in this planet and he'll be faced with his brother's devil-like wrath if he doesn't find any berries today.

"No and I don't care."

The man had a sharp look on his eyes. Arthur noted when he had heard what he said. It brought shivers to Arthur's spine.

"Well you should! Because I, the God of Awesomeness has graced a petty mortal with my awesome presence!"

"Use another word idiot!" Arthur shouted. Does this man even have any other word in his vocabulary other than awesome?

The man blinked. "I told you I am a god and you call me an idiot?"

Arthur crossed his arms. "As if I'll believe that you're a god….And even if you are I really don't care, I'm not into religion." With that Arthur proceeded to walk away from the crazy, lunatic, all-powerful god… Arthur tries to reprimand himself from the sarcasm.

"Hey! Where are you going! You're supposed to throw yourself onto your knees and worship me!" Arthur heard the man shout from behind him.

"Sod off and fuck yourself, Mr. Albino-god."

Gilbert, the Awesome, watches as the small, sand haired mortal walk into the groves of forest. He smirked as the man disappeared from his sights.

At least, him going out for today wasn't a waste. He look over to Gilbird who was sitting on his shoulder. Gilbert only wanted to look for his familiar, retrieve a sacrificial animal but instead he found something interesting in addition.

"I swear by my awesomeness, I'll so own that man and he'll worship me like how the awesome me deserves to be worshiped!"

With that vow and a gust of wind, the white-haired man disappear, leaving a bleeding sacrificial hare behind.

With its white fur coated with crimson blood, as red as the berries in its den.

FIN~
REVIEW. I'm not sure if I'll continue this…I really shouldn't so maybe I'll leave it like this for a while.