Hello! This is my first story I am uploading! :) It's a RomaHun story and a bit darker and sexier than the normal light-hearted stories I would write, but hopefully it's good. It takes place in 1002-1003 A.D. so...I tried my best to make it fit the time-frame, I may have failed though.

Enjoy the story and Reviews are love!

(P.S. will someone add Romania to the character list?)

Hungary was stressed. More than stressed, she was pissed. She recently discovered the fact that she was female, something her army had a difficult time dealing with. She also just got her ass kicked for what seemed like the 100th time since she became the Kingdom of Hungary, which didn't help convince her army that she's a suitable leader despite being a girl.

The young woman decided to go to the bar in hopes that she'd be able to drink away her unpleasant feelings. She took a seat at the old pub which only sold beer and rum, none of that fancy wine that only the upper class had the money to buy. "I'll take a beer." she asked the bartender and as soon as it reached her hand she chugged it down thirstily. She never normally drank more than one but today she decided to allow herself a few more. All she would do afterwards would be to go home and sleep anyways.

Suddenly Hungary heard the voice of a familiar man outside. He was shouting in a way that she knew so well. Oh no, she thinks as the voice begins to register. The door opens and in comes two men. Two men Hungary reluctantly recognizes.

"Damn it, Turkey! Look where we are! This is Hungary's place, that's how lost we are." The younger looking man yells, stocking into the pub. His blonde mop of hair is a bit messy and his shirt and breeches are covered in dirt. The other man, who was also dirty and unkempt, walked in closing the door behind him.

"I'm sorry." Turkey said scratching his cropped brown hair. "I thought it was a short cut!" Hungary was startled to see them here. She couldn't stand either of them and the last thing she wanted was for them to see her pathetically drinking out of anxiety. Quickly she turned her head away from them and tried to hide behind the large fellow beside her. But just her luck, the blonde noticed her.

"Well, well, well, look who we have here." He said grinning evilly. The blonde walked over to where Hungary was sitting and rested a hand firmly on her shoulder. "What are you doing out so late, didn't you known it's dangerous for a woman at night?" Cackling coldly, he motioned for Turkey to join him. "Hungary?"

"It's been a while, hasn't it Romania?" Hungary forced a smile, but her eyes still flickered with suspiciousness. Romania just laughed again and took a seat on the stool next to her.

"Merhaba, Hungary, how have you been?" Turkey asked sitting beside the blonde man. Although Turkey was kind of an ass, he's still better than a lot of the shmucks Hungary has to deal with, Romania for instance. She sighed and despite the fact she could have replied with a simple "good" the alcohol was starting to get to her. So she proceeded to tell them all about her stress, which had she been sober she wouldn't have done as now it shows weakness. And as the girl told the story, she ordered more beers and she eventually became very emotional.

"I'm such a –hic- a loser! Why would I let such a thing happen?" Hungary began to bawl uncontrollably. Romania only having two beers, started to get annoyed by her behavior and her constantly leaning on or touching him. Turkey, also very drunk, started to empathize with the female nation and he, too, started to whine about his losses. A vain stuck out of the side of the blonde man's head.

"Listen! You two aren't losers! It happens to every country!" Romania began to shout. Hungary leaned on him and wrapped her arms around his neck. She was still crying but she calmed down a bit. Romania began to blush furiously as he tried to push her off. "Let go of me!"

"You don't understand Romania; you're normally so good at combat!" Hungary shouted back, not releasing her hold on him. This took the young man aback. She always hurled insults at him; sour words that he's so used to hearing come out of her mouth. But had she really just he was… good? Then, as he was about to reply, Hungary let go of him and fell to the ground. Romania stared hard at her as she helplessly tried to scramble to her feet. She must be so drunk she's talking nonsense, he thought.

"Here." The nation offered stretching out his hand to help her up. She carefully clasped her slender fingers around his palm and tried to balance herself. "Alright, I think I should drop you off at your house. This is getting a little ridiculous."

"No, I can –hic- go by myself." Hungary murmured.

"No you can't, don't be an idiot. I just said it's dangerous for a girl to be out this late, besides you're drunk. You could fall in a ditch."

"Since when –hic- did you care? You must be drunk, too."

"I am, but not as much as you."

Hungary thought about this then gave in. It doesn't really matter, and he has a point. Walking around like this in the pitch dark- it's like asking for death. Romania led her out the door and they walked –stumbled, rather- back to Hungary's house.

As soon as they got into her two room house, which was quite large for one person during this time period, Hungary flopped right onto her bed. There was a small fire still going in her fireplace, which lit the room enough for them to see each others figures. Romania was about to leave when she stopped him.

"You should stay the night." She said quietly, her face half buried in the sheets. His eyes danced around a bit, not knowing quite how to reply. It was obvious that he too was too drunk to walk all the way home by himself. But where would he sleep? Hungary must have noticed this, or somehow read his mind. "You can just sleep in my bed, I don't mind." Romania hesitated, but he was so exhausted and drunk he couldn't put up a fight.

He walked over cautiously and laid down next to the inebriated woman, surprised she hadn't even passed out yet. Hungary, her eyes barely open, took his hand between hers gently. "You know, I've always thought you were handsome." Romania looked at her and propped himself up a bit, totally bewildered.

"What?" was all he managed to get out before Hungary started to unbutton his shirt. But as quickly as she started she moved her hands from his shirt to his face, pulling his towards her own. Before he can protest, she locked their lips together. The nation let the warmth of her kiss overflow him. As she pulled back, he pushed forward for another kiss. The woman wrapped her arms around his neck as he got on top of her, his reddish-brown eyes flickering with hunger.