Hungary x Frying Pan
Hungary looked admiringly at the warm copper of her beloved weapon. She licked a drop of the Prussian's blood off the smooth metal, and danced around with it a bit. She hugged it and rested her cheek on it. "I love you," Hungary whispered to the frying pan. "Through thick and thin, you've always been there." She pressed her lips to the handle.
Austria slowly backed away and closed the door