I used to RP on Tumblr as Hungary. I posted something a while back asking people to place a word or phrase in my ask box and I'd write a little drabble about it. A Saxony RPer sent me the word 'Unicum'. This was the result.


Hungary sat at her table staring down at this plate of unknown food she'd just prepared. She'd heard Matthew talking about how delicious it was many times, but right now the sight of it made her think otherwise.

Deep fried cut up potatoes, chunks of solid sour milk he referred to as "Squeaky Cheese", loaded on top with thick, steaming gravy.

She frowned down at the Canadian's favourite dish. With a grim look on her face, she picked up her fork, stabbed it into a few gravy and cheese coated fries, and bravely took a bite.

After swallowing the first bite, her face relaxed more. It was not nearly as bad as it looked. After a few more bites, she decided it was tolerable, however she didn't see herself making this again. It was all right. Better than the hamburgers that Alfred always brags about at least.

After finishing off the plate of food, she brought her dishes to the sink and rinsed them off.

That's when the heartburn hit.

"Ow, ow, ow." She winced at the pain in her chest. "Ugh. This is why I should stick with food from my own country."

She reached up towards the cupboard above the sink and extracted a black bottle with a gold cross on the front. Unicum, it was called; named after Kaiser Joseph II's response after the first time it was tasted.

She poured a glass and returned to her table, sitting down in her chair. She took a drink of the bitter-sweet alcoholic drink, and waited for relief to kick in.