AUTHOR'S NOTE:

This, my lovely readers is a fanfiction that will cause a lot of confusion and ((I really hope)) feels. I've been working on this fic for at least three months now. I'm very nervous posting the first chapter.

*IMPORTANT* This was a roleplay story my friends and I came up with, so if something makes absolutely no sense and no historical significance (but there may be some references), I greatly apologize.

Another thing I want to apologize in advance for is that I kind of belittled Austria throughout the story ((coughandkindamadehimvoldemor tcough)) you'll see what I mean.

ALSO: My friends and me used Google Translate for the Russian phrases. As a multilingual person I know Google Translate is... not the best. (to put it nicely) So if there are any phrases that are wrong, please tell me, and I will keep note of that.

VERY IMPORTANT: Because I don't trust Google Translate(and I'm lazy), I made Hungary speak German instead. I'm half German so I speak the language. (I may have major fail grammar too, but I always try to triple check) And one of my headcannons is that since Hungary lived in Austria's household for a long time, she knows how to speak German, so I kind of applied that here.

I'll post a new chapter every week. Promise.

If you see something wrong with this story, please send me a private message or post a review

MOST IMPORTANT NOTE OF ALL:

HAVE FUN READING!~

-Multilingualtraveller

Chapter One

"Guten Morgen, meine Liebe." Smiled Austria, shaking my shoulder to wake me up. I groaned. I didn't like mornings, but seeing Austria made me happy. I stood up and yawned.
"Guten Morgen Mr. Austria." I smiled back. He liked it when I addressed him formally. He was very stubborn about that. As Austria left my room, I got dressed into my maid uniform. It was time to get to work.

Like every regular morning, I started making breakfast for Mr. Austria. He loved toast, butter, orange juice and a fruit plate. Everything had to be perfect.
As I started serving his meal, Mr. Austria said: "My dear, we will have a guest over this afternoon. Could you prepare some wonderful Sachertorte with tea?"
"Of course, sir. If I may ask, who is coming over?" I asked.
Austria's face darkened. It worried me when he did that, because I knew it wasn't good news.
"I-I'd rather not say."
I nodded, and walked out to the hallway to dust the paintings. They were all about Mr. Austria's past; wars he has fought, self portraits, famous composers and some portraits with him playing either the violin or piano. There were hundreds of them. It made me wonder, if he'd ever put our wedding portrait on this wall. I've asked him once, and he told me:
"You are not my past, meine Liebe, you are my present. You are the gift that reminds me that I have a wonderful life. You are my most prized portrait."

I was a bit unsure of myself when he said that. I didn't want to be considered as a prize.
That sounded like something Prussia would have said. I shivered. Prussia, that distasteful, arrogant and unmanly wimp! He was nothing but trouble. I really shouldn't think about that loser, I had to get back to work.

I cleaned all morning, and went back into the kitchen to prepare for our very important guest. I started with the cake. Sachertorte is a traditional Austrian chocolate cake. It's two layers with a sour jelly-like filling in between them. The topping is the special part. It's pure chocolate melted on top of the cake. It's spread all around the cake. You let the chocolate cool and it turns out smooth and flat. It's probably one of the most advanced cakes you could ever bake. I finished it with ease. It was Mr. Austria's favorite cake, so he had it often. The tea was ready, and as I was setting the table, Austria walked in.
"Set the table for three, I want you to join me." And left.
That was strange, Mr. Austria had never let me join him for tea when a guest was over. He said he wanted to "protect me". Right. As if I couldn't take care of myself.

I walked upstairs to change into some more suitable clothing for tea. It was a long, light green gown. It was simple, with a slight touch of elegance. I wondered who our guest was going to be.

The house was prepared for our guest; it was a quiet for a few minutes, when I heard a slight knocking. I rushed towards the front door, and opened it.
"Oh good day Hungary, I can come in да?"
My heart dropped. All of the sudden, I was very nervous. What did Austria want from Russia? I was confused. There was a moment of silence, when I finally came out of my trance, and invited the tall man in.

I led Russia into the winter garden. Personally, this was my favorite spot of the whole house. There was a small round table with a laced green table cloth. Around the table were iron chairs with white cushions. Austria was waiting for us.
"Guten Tag, Herr Russland." He said with a stern look.
"Good day Mr. Austria. You have a very nice house." Russia complimented.
"Let's sit."
The two men were discussing about their history and economy. What troubled me though, is that when I was about to speak, Austria gestured me to be silent. It was strange. Russia seemed to notice, but just kept on smiling and talking.

After an hour, we were done with our tea. Austria was about to greet our guest goodbye, when Russia interrupted:
"What's the rush? I would like to talk to Miss Hungary. That's ok, да?"
This had shocked Austria. He turned his back on Russia:
"O-of course." He stuttered. I could tell it was hard for him to leave me with such a powerful (and intimidating) country. He left me and Russia alone.
"Austria is such an excellent host." Russia smiled.
"Y-yes sir. Ah!" Russia grabbed my arm and pulled me closer towards him.
"Did you make that wonderful cake and tea?"
"Yes. It's Austria's favorite."
"You look beautiful in that dress Miss Hungary." He stared right into my eyes. He had the most bright purple eyes I've ever seen. He started to let go of me, and wrapped his arms around my waist.
"Th-thank y-you, that's v-very kind-d." I became really uncomfortable. Slowly, I readied myself in an attack position. Russia leaned forward towards my right ear and whispered:
"Become one with me, да? I have admired you from a distance Венгрия, I want to make you my quee-" I punched his stomach and broke free.
"Never!" I yelled.
Russia was fast though, too fast, and caught me again.
"You will do as I say."
"No! I don't love you! Austria is my one and only love! I'm already married!"
"If you don't do as I say, I will kill your beloved Austria." He grimaced evilly. He knew my weakness. If anything happened to Austria, I would never forgive myself.
"I will consider it." I said. Russia let me go, and his face changed back to a friendly smile.
"Good," he walked towards the front door where Austria was waiting. "Goodbye Mr. Austria. And Hungary, keep considering my offer, да?" He winked, and then walked dramatically out of the house.

I hoped you liked the first chapter. Please, please please give me some feedback about it. I would very much appreciate it.