Austria sat at the grand piano, dancing his fingers across the ebony and ivory. Hungary sat nearby, reading an old novel. The window was open and the beautiful summer breeze was blowing through. The scent of flowers and the earth filled the room. It was a truly magnificent day.

Hungary and Austria had broken up during WW1. Ever since, they haven't been romantic interests to eachother. But they still remain friends and will even hang out alone together.

And then there's Prussia...

Prussia and Hungary have been best friends, to enemies, to best friends over the centuries. But they've always had a little crush on one another. When Prussia realized Hungary joined Austria in a dual monarchy, or for them a marriage, he became depressed and angry. To him, it felt like his world crumbled.

Now the Prussian wasn't a country anymore so he didn't have to worry about nation duties. Instead he could spend more time with his friends.

Austria got up from the piano and started to pack up his sheet music when a crazy albino man jumps through the opened window, startling the divorced couple sitting in the lounge.

"Hey, Asstria! I made a poll on my blog to see how many people think Beethoven was Austrian. Almost everyone said he was german! Hahahaha!"

Prussia stood in a hero like stance when Hungary promptly hit him on the side of the head with her book.

"Gilbert, that's rude. And why couldn't you just use the front door?"

"It's not rude, it's true," Prussia said, pulling Austria's hair slightly,"GERMAN! GERMAN! It's true, he was German."

At this, Austria stormed to a nearby desk and pulled out a riding crop. Chasing Prussia around the room. Hungary just sat and watched for a bit. Gilbert laughing his head off, and Roderich feeling frustrated.

"I'm glad you came here," Elizabeta commented, "Valentine's day is coming up... I was wondering which one of you would like to come with me on a date."

The two male countries stopped in their tracks. Usually Hungary would just ask Roderich. But is she asking Prussia too? Gilbert stood frozen, doubting what he just heard.

"You two heard me. I'm thinking about inviting one of you."

Hungary stood up and strolled to the men. Her eyes switching back and forth. Austria trying to hide his confident smug face. He always gets to spend his time with Hungary. Why would she pick that demon douche Prussia?

Hungary smiled at Austria but turned her body to face the Prussian man who was still frozen in shock.

"Gilbert Beilschmidt, may I please spend my Valentine's Day with you?"

Roderich practically fainted at these words.

Gilbert winced but otherwise remained frozen. His face changing into a gloomy expression.

"Yea, like I would ever get a Valentine's date. Thanks for the prank." Prussia sarcastically spoke, walking back to the window about to climb out.

Hungary ran toward him and tugged on his arm, "I'm serious. We've known eachother for centuries and... It doesn't have to be a romantic date or anything."

Austria looked appalled at the situation and sat down, green in the face. Prussia stepped away from the window, feeling Hungary close her hands awkwardly around Prussia's.

"Well, I guess this once won't hurt..."