Hey guys… here's another story. I am kind obsessed with Greece, and I thought these two would be a cute couple, so, enjoy and comment!
Summary—What happens when Hungary decides to help Greece along with his love life, which results in his confessions for a certain country with an over protective brother? Rated M, just in case. Greece/Liechtenstein POV
The Greek took a minute to stop and rest. His memories flooded through him as he cleaned the remains of where the original Olympics were held.
He remembered as a young child, when his mother would take him to watch the Greeks fight in various competitions. Tears threatened to come out of his eyes remembering the times he had spent with his mother before her downfall.
He dropped the shovel he was holding and ran his strong hand through his wavy, dark brown hair.
His hair was soaked with sweat, as was his shirt. He sighed and pulled the gray tee over his head and dropped it to the side.
The sun beat down on him, making him need to take a rest, possibly a nap if he really wanted too.
One of his many, many cats rubbed up against his leg and he reached down to pet him. Greece hummed a short song to the cat as he sat down on one of the fallen columns of the great city.
Hungary and Liechtenstein watched Greece (from behind some ruins) as he petted the tabby cat in his lap.
He muscles ripped as he stood and began pushing the column aside and began digging into the dirt once again.
"He is seriously in-shape, isn't he?" Hungary asked her shy little friend beside her.
"Yeah… I suppose so," She said in her weak little voice. Liechtenstein honestly didn't know why she was dragged along with Hungary to see her crushed pursued by her best friend.
"Why am I here?" Liechtenstein asked her friend and turned to see that Hungary had already gotten up and had begun walking over to the Greek cleaning the ruins in front of them.
"Hi," Greece heard a female voice from behind him say. He turned to see a Hungarian smiling up at him.
"Hey Hungary," Greece greeted and returned to the hole he was digging.
"What are you doing?" She asked.
"Cleaning up some ruins," he smiled," You know, the usual. And you?" He asked her, easily turning the question back on her. He was usually was the listener when he was conversing with various countries.
"Well, I actually came to ask you something," Hungary said as she watched the Greek intently.
"And what's that?" Greece asked, though curious, but not turning to look at her because he knew he had a lot of work to do, cleaning up the ruins of his mother and all.
"I was wondering, well, if… i-if you had a girlfriend?" She managed to stammer out.
Greece turned to her with a surprised expression.
"Excuse me?" he said. She flustered so hard her face shown with the light of the morning sun.
"Do you have a girlfriend?" Hungry repeated, stating each word slowly, as if Greece had some sort of brain problem, though she was actually just extremely nervous.
"Well, no I don't. Why?" He said, trying to make her as uncomfortable as he could, because Hungary and him were old friends, and they had a habit of doing things like that to each other.
"You know why, Greece!" Hungary said, maybe a little too annoyed.
"Alright, alright. Trust me, I am quite flattered, but I, no offense, don't like you that way as much as I do someone else." Greece told the blushing girl before him.
"I understa… wait. Someone else? Who's the 'someone else'?" She asked curiously, again, trying to make the other completely uncomfortable.
"Liechte… ΣΚατά! No one you know?" Greece fumbled over his words as if they were holes in the sand.
Hey guys! What did you think? I will get the next chapter done sometime within the next two or three days, but I appreciate reviews on this one as well to determine how many chapter I want to do…
Words you might not know…
ΣΚατά- Shit: Greek