The Hungarian strolled through the barren streets of the Austrian village, gravel crunching beneath her leather boots with every step. The sun was in the midst of melting beneath the horizon into an explosion of brilliant colors contrasting against the inky black sky incredibly. Her fingers clenched around the frozen metal of her frying pan as she quickened her pace into a light jog, her breath visible as a transparent fog.
Elizaveta halted before an enormous baroque house, cowering slightly beneath the menacingly large doors. Goosebumps ran down her skin, half because of the near freezing temperatures, and half out of fear.
"That stupid Prussian!" She thought to herself, stalling the long awaited knock, "why does he make me do a dare like this?! Confessing to Austria… It's been more than 20 years since our marriage dissolved; obviously he won't return the feelings…"
She trailed off, her mind becoming a blur of mixed scenarios and possibilities. Swallowing her pride, she brought a shaky hand to the iron knocker and gripped it tightly, crashing it against the mahogany doors several times.
"Ja, ja, I'm coming!" cried an exasperated voice from inside as he swung open the heavy doors, his jaw nearly dropping, "E-Elizaveta…?" he gasped, brushing a lock of auburn hair out of his face, purple eyes shining with disbelief.
"I-Igen…" she stuttered, a blush slowly rising to her cheeks and heating her face, "I-I have to confess something…"
"Ja? Und what is that…?" he asked obliviously, raising an eyebrow.
"I love you…" she squeaked so quietly it was barely audible, her entire face a brilliant shade of red.
Roderich felt a blush of his own creep up, dusting his cheeks lightly as he shifted his gaze to the ground before muttering slipped a hand around her waist and pushed her body against his.
"Ich liebe dich…" he muttered breathlessly before pressing his lips upon hers.