Just a little one-shot/drabble for my bro (sister?) Hungary~ Like, totally love ya, bro~! Even when you hit me for, like, totally being an idiot.
Disclaimer: I won nothing, save for my headcanon that Poland and Hungary are actually siblings by blood.
Note: Mentioned AusHun/TurHun, and LietPol.
He watched her, and she watched him. How many years had it been, since they had played together as children, secretly trading their clothes, when Mother expected her to be a lady, and Father expected him to be a man? How long had it been, since they had met Toris, Gilbert, and Roderich? Many years, that was sure… It had also been many years since the time both Roderich and Sadiqu had become permanent fixtures in her life, and many in turn since she had feared he was dead. It, too, had been many years since he and Toris had finally become brave enough to truly love each other. And yet, so very little had changed. They had been closer, at one point in their lives between then and now, when they had been with Ivan, sharing space with the Russian neither of them particularly liked (to put it lightly). But now…
Even now, when they had grown apart again, they could never truly lose each other. Because, they saw each other, every time they looked in the mirror. They saw each other in their green eyes, in their facial structure, in the way they were both quick to grin, smirk, or smile, depending on their mood. They saw each other in the ways they were quick to defend those they loved, though she more successfully than he (she always had been braver, but he just a little less cruel when it came down to it). He saw her in the way his hair was just a shade or two lighter than her own pale, blonde brunette; she saw him in the way his military uniform fit, the way her dress hugged her waist. No, even if they grew farther apart still, they would never lose each other completely.
They were siblings by blood, after all; there was no breaking of such a bond. Not then, not now, not ever.