Pandas: Sooo this is my first APH sotry and hopefully also the dirst story I finish. If any one reads my other stories I do plan on continuing them… eventually. Anyways I hope you enjoy. This is a PolGry fic with sides of PruAus and RusLiet. Minor LietPol, RusPol, PruHung, and AusHung moments. Please enjoy! It might be rated higher later in the story!

Disclaimer: I never have, nor probably ever will own Axis Powers Hetalia : (

Chapter One

His words were bitter. Perhaps almost as bitter and icy as the harsh winters in Russia. But much like the winter, that bitter stab that seemed to plunge into skin, always subsided into nothing more than a numb throb throuh out her body. But when did things change? The question almost brought a bout of harsh laughter that bubbled in her throat. Change? Who was she fooling? He had been cruel from the beginning of this fraud of a relationship.

Wast it even a relationship? Did he even care about her? In the eyes of her peers of course he did. He had an appearance to keep up with after all. But behind that lovely façade of beautiful and soft piano music and calmness? The façade that had so many fooled to what was really behind that mask of music? The true monster?

She didn't know when it started to happen. Not in the very beginning. But even then his words were harsh, not only to her but to others in the house like poor little, sweet and defensless Ita. His glares always seemed to cut right througb her. So she would try harder to please him in anway she could. A very pointless task when she looked back on it. It didn't what she did, whether it be fighting against that jerk Prussia (or anyone else) or doing her best to keep up with making HIS house look nice.

She didn't even love him yet she tried so hard! For what? What was she even trying to get at? Apparently nothing. When she entered the marriage with him she hoped things would have changed. And her hope was finally answered. But sometimes answers are not the real solution to the problem. Sometimes that change that you wanted so badly, would only change into the worse.

Harsh blows of words soon turned into more powerful blows to her stomach and head. Nights turn into blood bath, while the next day would turn into an awkward silence. Only instead of the feelings she needed, there would be no remorse or apology in the air or in his words to her. Nothing to comfort her that it wouldn't happen again even if she did know it would.

She dealt with it for so long that she could barely recall in her memories the days where she would run around in pants and comfy clothes as one of the roughest boys around. Where she would not only fight but she would conquer and defeat as well. Those days were she could truly recall herself being a happy person and not a shell. Where had those days disappeared and gone off too? Somewhere far, far away into the deep depths of her memory where they would be preserved to comfort her and soothe her when the onsought of blows were bestowed upon her.

But who was this broken and beated girl? Who was she? She was Hungary, one of the most beautiful countries around. But there was more. Not only was she beautiful but she was so kind hearted and forgiving, she had sayed with Austria for so long after all, and she was brave and strong even when she didn't think she was. Hungary was truly one of a kind.

But only a few people could truly see through Austria's true anture when it came to control and of course Hungary. Sweet North Italy was the first to know of such abuse. How could he not know when he grew up under the same roof as the girl witnessing and at some points being a target himself to those harsh words. But both she and Italy knew there was nothing either of them knew without Austria going to hurt Italy. And before his disappearance, Holy Roman Empire would always do his best to protect the girl from the country in his group. Though sometimes it seemed to useless to. Holy Roman Empire was often out fighting battles and not home enough, and he was often distracted with young Italy when he was. Finally shy, little Liechtenstein had discovered the bruises on Hungary's body. But she was quickly sworn to secrecy bu the older country.

The last thing Hungary wanted was the little nation who couldn't even stand on her own to get involved in such dark and bloody affairs. And even possibly worse bringing Switzerland into the situation as well. Switzerland and Austria already had such a strained relationship as it was. Hungary doubted that honest and diligent Switzerland would stand for such behavior from his ex-best friend.

So Hungary was left alone to carry this burden of Austria's hidden brutality. And here she was now, nothing more than a broken shell of who she once was. A shell of the form glorified Austria. Thinking this way could only bring tears to the corner of her eyes. The thought always brought such tears to her eyes, but never before had she let them leak out and show a sign of weakness. She always managed to keep them where they belong, in her eyes. But a moment more of thought and her heart cracked. Those crystal tears she kept hidden slide down her porcelain skin cheeks and fell down landing on her bed. And there she would lay staring at the cielingBoth her face and sheets wet with salty water. All she could not think about was how angry Austria would be. What kind of punishment would she receive? All for simply "soiling" her bed covers with tears. A moment later she realized she didn't care. He would find a different way to hurting her anways. She just didn't care. Hungary was broken.

Pandas: Well I hoped you like : ) make sure to review! Also im sorry how short the chapters are. Until next time 3