A/N The starting situation from between the 4th and 5th chapter of my other fanfic, Turn around, girlfriend, only with that difference – for crazy-homeschooler – that Angel lives here. Oh, and yeah, the story takes place in 2008, for one simple reason: I was still in my mother's tummy and a little infant in 1992, and back that time Hungary was so different, so I couldn't describe it right. And there will be some Hungarian history and language – not a lot, but if you aren't interested in it, let me know, and I'll leave them out of the next chapter. Or at least I'll try :).

Holiday in Hungary

Chapter 1

The idea

It was an average March day in New York. The rain was falling heavily and the streets were almost empty. But in the loft everything was upside down.

Roger and Mimi was about to move out, and they were packing their stuff – everything in the last moment. The other bohos were there too to help them, or rather just for hanging around.

Mimi was in her and Roger's bedroom, looking through some old books, when she found a long forgotten poster of the former members of The Well Hungarians. She looked at the picture, and a question formed in her head.

'Roger?' she walked into the living area where Roger and the others were.

'Yes, babe?'

'Why did you name your band after the inhabitants of a European country, exactly?' she asked curiously as she sat down to the old couch. He looked up from the packing.

'Well… it's a long story' he muffled his hair.

'We have much time, Honey' Angel said as she sat down next to Mimi.

'Well, ok, I can tell you, if you want' he jerked his shoulders, and seated himself to the couch, inviting Mimi to his lap.

'Hey, everybody! Come around, it's gonna be interesting!' Angel bellowed back.

Collins sat down to the edge of the couch, Joanne to the armchair, Maureen into her lap, and Mark to the floor, in spite of better places.

'Wow, it reminds me when my grandpa used to tells us stories about his childhood' Mimi giggled. 'C'mon, uncle Rog, we wanna hear the story!' Roger smiled, and went on.

'So, when I was a small kid…'

'He used to begin his stories juts like that…' Mimi cut in. Roger ignored her.

'So, when I was a child we had a neighbor, called Béla bácsi – the bácsi means uncle in Hungarian, I think. At least he wanted us to call him that, I don't even remember his real name. He emigrated from Hungary after 1956, if I remember well.'

'Why did he have to do that?' asked Maureen.

'There was a revolution in 1956 in Hungary' her girlfriend lightened her up. 'The Hungarians rebelled against the Russian authorities, who were leading the country then. The revolution lasted very short, and they lost. Many rebels had to leave the country; otherwise they would have been killed.'

'Oh, that's sad' commented Maureen.

'Yeah' Roger agreed, and continued the story. 'So, when I was little, he often babysat me. He told me about the old times, about the fights, about Budapest, and its beauty. He talked about the history of the country, about 1848… Wait! What's the date today?'

'15th' Mark answered. Roger laughed. 'What's up?'

'Today is the anniversary of Hungary's other big revolution. I've learned this over the years. Along with many words, some sentences, and I've even learned how to sing the Hungarian hymn. I've never known what I was singing, thought' he smiled. 'And I've forgotten the most of this'

'Tell me something in Hungarian, please!' Mimi asked him.

'What do you wanna hear?'

'Anything' she smiled. He was thinking for a moment, then said:

'Szeretlek' and gave Mimi a peck on the lips.

'And what does it mean?' asked Maureen eagerly.

'I love you' Roger answered. 'But I'm not sure in the pronunciation.'

'Oh, the most important sentence!' said Collins jokingly and took a sip from his cigarette. 'But continue your story, boy.' Roger nodded.

'So, he was always kind to me.' He went on. 'And he always used to say that "those well Hungarians!" when he was talking about the soldiers of the revolution. So I think I got the idea from it' he shrugged.

'Nice story' commented Mimi a little disappointedly. Uncomfortable silence fell upon them.

'And have you ever been to Hungary yet?' asked Joanne after a while.

'No' Roger shook his head. 'Béla bá always wanted to go back and he said sometimes that he'll bring me too once, but as much as I know he's never made it. But I haven't heard about him for a while' he took a little break, then continued. 'But it must be beautiful, from what I've heard about it. He'd always said that the Hungarian girls are great' he smiled.

'Roger…'

'Calm down, Love, I told it to Mark' he winked. 'It's time to get some chick Mark, really' the mentioned blushed a little. Everybody laughed.

'He used to tell about his favorite places' he continued. 'About Budapest, the Lake Balaton, Székesfehérvár and others.'

'It'd be nice to visit those places' said Angel dreamingly.

'That's a good idea' Joanne nodded. 'We really should go.'

'What?' Roger asked confused.

'I'm agreeing with Angel. See, I have been to Europe few times, but you guys haven't left the continent – maybe even the country - yet. And since you, Roger have a well paid job, and I could take some money into it, too, we could – and we should, in my opinion – have a break in summer, and head for Hungary. Have a trip all over it. It'd be fun' she smiled.

'Well…' Roger started.

'I think it's a good idea' added Mark. 'And I've heard that there aren't any big cities in Hungary, but big plains and small villages and bigger towns. It'd be a really refreshing after New York.'

'I'm supporting the idea!' said Maureen, raising her hand 'Who's with me?' five other arms raised into the air. Everybody's, expect Roger's.

'Oh, c'mon baby' pouted Mimi. 'It'll be fun.'

'Well…' he started 'I think I'm defeated, anyway.'

'So you are coming?' Mimi asked, cheered up a little.

'Of course. Why wouldn't I? Should I stay at home, hoping that you won't get hooked up with some Hungarian guy? No way' he grinned. Mimi hit him on the arm.

'You little…' she laughed.

'But you love me anyway, right?' he asked, laughing, and kissed her.

'Hey, hey!' shouted Mark, covering his eyes. 'Do it later, when you'll be alone!' Everybody laughed, and Mimi stuck her tongue at him.

'So, is it settled then?' asked Joanne after a while.

'Of course it is!' said Angel. 'Be afraid, Hungary, we're coming!'

Pronunciation of the Hungarian letters:

"sz" always pronounced as "s" in sin, never like in fish.

"e" always pronounced as in rent, for example 

"é" like "a" in April

"á" like "o" in love

"cs" like "ch" in chicken