Oh, the lovely pairings of Hetalia. A bit of innuendo about what exactly happened last night for Austria and Switzerland in an upcoming chapter, but I tried not to write smut or anything. Enjoy!
Austria sat at his desk. The sun was beginning its ascent into the sky, signaling the time for him to begin working. He sighed, just slightly, expressing his disgust with the work ahead. Bills, papers, half-composed music (that was okay), and a sealed letter. Before he could reach for his letter opener, there was a knock at the door.
Surprised because he rarely got visitors, he called, "Come in."
Hungary opened the door, stepping into his study. "Good afternoon, Austria."
"Oh, Hungary, hello." Austria said and placed the letter in his study drawer, but before he could continue, another voice came from the hall.
"Hungary! You ran too quickly!" A rough voice called loudly.
Suddenly, there was a visible change in Hungary's demeanor. Her brow furrowed and a frying pan seemed to have materialized in her hand. She turned around and yelled down the hallway.
"You moron! Don't challenge me to a race next time!" She disappeared into the hallway and reappeared seconds later supporting a worn-out Prussia. Roughly, she shoved him into a chair in front of Austria's desk.
"God, you're hopeless." Hungary huffed, then seemed to remember where she was and why she'd come there. Her manner reverted back to its former politeness.
"Austria, well, I wanted to do it in a formal way, but since this idiot," she shot a pointed look at Prussia, "is here, I can only try my best."
"What do you need to tell me?" Austria was fairly confused. Hungary knew how unfriendly he was with Prussia, and she brought him here? What was-
"Well, it's not easy to say to you, but…" Hungary held out her left hand, which had a new sparkling ring on it, "I'm engaged."
The bomb dropped. Austria was shocked. But the bigger question was, "To whom?"
"Me!" Prussia said from the chair, awarding him a hit from the frying pan. After dealing out punishment, Hungary turned back to Austria.
"It's kind of complicated, and I felt like you should hear it from us rather than a rumor." She was blushing now, understandably, it's hard to tell your former husband you're engaged to someone he hates.
"It was all her idea to tell you!" Prussia jumped in, and then immediately regretted it as the frying pan connected with his head. Austria felt somewhat bad for enjoying this.
"Shut up!" Hungary said forcefully. "Anyway, we're having the wedding," she glared at Prussia, who sported new bruises, "which this guy thinks isn't worth his time-"
"I do, but do I really need to pick out a color for the border of the tablecloth?" Prussia said, then asked Austria, "Seriously, really? Did she do this when you two got married?"
"Actually, yes." Austria said, but remembering that he had cooperated and picked colors. He was an artist after all.
"And I told you, the only color of the wedding should be Prussian blue!"
"Enough from you!" Hungary said, and bong went the frying pan. Prussia slumped over rubbing his head.
"So, the wedding is the 1st of June." She shuffled through her apron pocket and pulled out an envelope. "Here's your invitation. Um… do you think you'll come?"
Austria thought for a while, not sure how to respond. The marriage of a former spouse? That was a bit strange to attend. But on the other hand, it was an arranged marriage, we had no hand in it, we're more like good friends… Then, his eyes rested on the sheet music, and he had a fantastic idea.
"Actually, I think I'll do more than come. I could provide the music." He smiled slightly, "I'd feel sorry for you if you got married and had an inadequate pianist."
"Really? Thank you so much, Austria!" Hungary said, bowing. Then, she sighed. "Now, I'll have to haul his sorry butt back to the Germany's house. Great." She whispered to Austria, "He keeps racing me because he can't admit I'm better than him at something. Jeez."
"Hungary, you done yet? I want to drink some beer." Prussia had managed to get up from the chair and was standing by the door. "Beat you to West's house! I'll win this time!"
"See what I'll be dealing with?" Hungary jerked a thumb at Prussia. "But it's worth it to see his face when I beat him. It's really funny before he starts spouting excuses."
"Head start!" Prussia took off down the hallway. Hungary sighed again. "That's the wrong direction." Prussia apparently realized that too, and had run back down the hallway the opposite way. "And that way's blocked by pianos today. He won't realize it 'til he gets to the stack of pianos, so I'll just leave from the window."
She opened a window and slipped out. A thought sprang to Austria's mind. "Wait, Hungary-"
Hungary stopped. "Yes?"
"If I can ask, why him?"
"Well, it's because there's got to be someone to keep him in check with a frying pan whenever he mouths off, and I want to be the one to do it. Plus, it's fun to beat him and trick him. He needs someone, and I'd like to be that person. Enough?" Austria nodded and Hungary started running off, waving goodbye as she went. The cry of "MEIN GOTT!" signaled that Prussia had reached the blocked hallway.
Minutes later, Austria could hear footsteps. Hungary is probably halfway there by now, Prussia won't have a chance. He chuckled. Quite the life Prussia had in store for himself. But, wait, he wasn't running anymore?
The door to his study opened again. Prussia stepped in. "She left through the window, didn't she?"
Austria nodded. "If I may ask, why her? You seem to have gained quite a lot of concussions just in the past few minutes."
Prussia rubbed the back of his neck. "Well, it's just the way it is. I need someone to compete with, even if they're not as awesome as me. She can hunt, race, eat, and ride like a man, and she's the only one I know who can. That's something, right?" Prussia sat down in the chair.
"You don't mind the frying pan?" Austria smirked.
Prussia looked slightly embarrasses, but covered it up with bluster, "No, it's just like bites from a mosquito for the awesome me."
"Aren't you going to try to catch up to her?"
"No, she's there by now, and I had to talk with you, so it slowed me down." He winked.
They really do know each other well. After all, didn't they grow up together?, thought Austria. "So, how long did you two date before you proposed?"
The expression on Prussia's face was slightly sheepish. "Well, actually, we didn't."
"What?"
"Because the awesome me didn't want to wait around, I just showed up and proposed! Awesome, huh? I had to catch the frying pan, but other than that it went pretty smooth."
Austria face-palmed, "God be with you for the next few months, Prussia." He doubted Prussia would survive for long without changing part of his attitude. Like Hungary had said, it would be tough to retrain Prussia, but she really was the best person for the job.
"Ah, I think that's enough talk for now, right?" Prussia got up and jumped out of the window Hungary had opened. " Auf Wiedersehen! Maybe you can give me marriage tips later!"
Austria smiled, "Maybe." Prussia sure would need them.
A short while passed, in which Austria accomplished some work, when a small knock sounded at the door.
How many visitors am I going to get? "Come in."
Switzerland walked in indignantly. Is there a limit to how strange the visitors can be? My former wife, my old enemy, and now Switzerland. Great.
"Listen, I don't want to be here, but Liechtenstein insisted I come." He folded his arms and stood with his back to Austria.
"Why would Liechtenstein insist on such a thing?" Austria asked.
"I've been…unfocused lately, and she noticed. This is what she suggested." Switzerland scowled.
"What does she want me to do? I can hardly make you focus more on work."
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Hungary turned to Prussia. "I'm glad I stayed. Things are getting interesting."
Prussia smirked. "Thought I didn't see you running back while I was talking to Austria? Mein Gott, you're quite the yaoi fan girl when it comes to him."
Hungary resisted the urge to pull out her frying pan. "Oh, just shut up. I wonder what will happen to dear Austria next."
A/N: O-O oh no, what happens next? XD Don't worry, it's not too bad. And yes, Hungary's spying on Austria...she's my idol. Thanks to all those who read and review, I still get happiness out of every single word :) I promise I'll upload soon!