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Hungary was feeling wrong. When she had waken up with a slight hangover, she had found that something was wrong. Something was missing. She frowned as she went through her mental checklist. Uniform, check. Shoes, check. Hat, check. She had everything, so why did she feel like she had left out something very important. What about her frying pan?! Where was it? She checked her closet, nothing, under her bed, nothing, kitchen, nothing! She had even raided Prussia's room, convinced he had stolen it as a prank. She picked up the phone, ready to call Prussia and demand that he help her find her beloved frying pan or feel the wrath of her spare pan.
Ok, so maybe she had a extra pan. But that pan had been so special to her, they had gone through so much together! With it, she had first hit Prussia. With it, she had first met Austria. It meant everything to her. If anyone had taken it for a joke, they had better be ready to meet her scary side.
Two Hours Later...
"Hungary, it's no use! It's gone for good! Can I stop now? My back aches from looking under things," Prussia whined for the millionth time.
"Shut up and keep searching!" She growled. She was desperate now. She had tried calling Austria, but he wouldn't pick up his phone.
Just then, the doorbell rang. Hungary frowned, and stalked towards it angrily. This better be good, she thought.
When she yanked the offending door open with a angry huff, she was surprised to see Austria, as handsome as ever, standing there, presenting her with...HER FRYING PAN!?
"Where did you find it!" She squealed, grabbing the pan from a very surprised looking Austria.
"Why Elizaveta, you asked me to look after it for you while you went America's party last night, because you didn't trust Prussia not to destroy it while you were there." She facepalmed. How did she forget that?
"We'll now that you've found your pan, I can stop unawesomely searching for it" Prussia declared, marching out. Hungary ignored him, all eyes for her knight in shining armor as she invited him in for tea.
And next time she left her frying pan with anyone, she would leave a post-it note to remains herself.