The lights were out when she came home. The house was silent, but he was awake. She slipped into their shared room, quickly undressed, and joined him in bed. "Another late night?" he asked, hating every moment of this.
"I got caught up in paperwork. My boss was piling it on extra heavy today," she replied smoothly; she had rehearsed the story many times on her way home.
"Hungary, we both know the truth here. You were with Prussia, weren't you?" he questioned, fearing the answer.
She bit her lip; she hadn't prepared for this. "It was only for a few drinks, that's all."
"You smell like him."
"You know how touchy-feely he gets when he's drunk."
"You can easily fight him off."
"I did. That's why I'm home now. Can we just drop it? Please, Austria?"
He didn't say another word, just gave a sad sigh and turned away. He didn't mention that this was the third time this week. He didn't mention that he knew she was lying from the beginning. He didn't mention he was heartbroken. She'd find out eventually, anyway.