There's some background info that I need to give y'all on this story.

1. This is an Au

2. This is my OC of the Czech Republic.

3. If I got any translations of German or Czech words wrong, feel free to comment and tell me so.

4. I don't own the song "The Greatest Sum" by the Avett Brothers nor do I own Hetalia.

Thanks!

Chapter 1: Politics

The task was simple enough, really.

All she had to do was marry him.

Her boss said that there might be a possibility that she could stay and home and work from there. Nevertheless she knew it was a lie to try and quell her feelings about the situation. Prague was far better than Vienna or in German, a language which she found harsh and throaty, it was Wien.

That's the place where he was living and where she wanted to stay as far away as possible from.

Anything to not be with him.

For that pompous, self righteous, rich man drove her livid.

She hated the mere idea of staying in the same household as him and marriage should have been out of the question.

How could her boss not know of all this?

Why wasn't the Austrian opposing this like she was?

"Czech, we're in Vienna." A voice called to her but it seemed so distant. She was too consumed with her hate filled thoughts to care.

A car door was opened for her.

"You can't stall this for forever, Czech. Please get out of the car".

Sighing, she quickly undid her seatbelt and emerged from the car.

"Glad you could join us".

Her boss continued to ramble on about how she should act around her fiancé and the Austrian Prime Minister.

"No snarky or impolite remarks, got it?"

"Yes, yes of course. I'll hold my foul worded tongue".

"That's all I ask".

What a remark.

He was asking for so much more than for her to simply behave, he was asking her to marry a man that she deemed her number one enemy. A man who treated her people with cruelty and carelessness.

She didn't hate him.

No.

She abhorred him. Loathed him. Was repulsed by him.

How did her boss think that this marriage would last more than three days?

"Hello, Czech. It's good to see that you are doing well." The Austrian man sized her up, like he was a military officer inspecting one of his subordinates.

"Thank you, Ă–sterreich. You seem to be doing well, too."

The two sat next to each other on a light brown, suede couch in the living room of the house that the man owned.

From what she had seen of his house so far, it was very nice. His living room appeared to have a lot of money put in it.

The curtains were a dark purple and silk with hand embroidered ivory flowers flowing along with the rest of the fabric.

The paintings that hung from the walls looked so old, like they were painted in the years when she worked for him. They must have cost him a large sum of money.

The carpet a soft white, the surface imitated one of a cloud.

All this was unfair to her, that he could afford such luscious things.

It annoyed the hell out of her that she would have to live here.

"Czech, you are staying here with Austria for a few days, correct?" Her boss appeared from a corridor that lead out of the room they were in and deeper into the man's house.

The Austrian Prime Minister trailed behind him, carrying a hefty stack of papers.

"Yes, I am. I assume you are going back to Prague now?"

"Indeed! I certainly am, goodbye Czech!" The men made their way to the door and waved goodbye.

"Be safe."

Their bosses slammed the door behind them, sending a soft breeze toward the two on the couch near it.

"Where was your boss headed?"

"He went back to his home. He lives about thirty minutes away from here in the countryside".

"Oh".

"Would you like for me to show you your room?". The Austrian muttered to me.

"Sure". She responded bluntly and with haste so that her words wouldn't turn sour.

She still had to follow orders, for now.