Title: Es klappert der Huf am Stege
Author's Notes: My first Hetalia fanfiction. This is set during the lead up to the war of the Bavarian Succession.
Booted footsteps echoed on the creaky wooden floor, fading in the distance only to return louder and more impatient than before. Gloved fingers drummed in frustration against the glass and then curled into a fist stopping just short of breaking the window. Instead, the face of a young man pressed up against it, a pale oval visible to the soldiers busying themselves in the streets of the village of Schönwalde. He rested his cheek on the pane and his eager eyes observed several Prussian officers drilling their men in the town square nearby. All around him, he could hear it, the noise of 80,000 men ready for war: the shouting and the horses, and the cadenced rhythm of the march. He could almost smell the powder and the metal tang of Austrian blood. The chilly glass was soothing again