June 8th
They did this every year. They would wait through the entire day; pretend that it was any other normal day and go on with their business. They would complete their responsibilities and things they had to do and not contact each other. But by the time the clock hit seven, Hungary was at Austria's house, enjoying a romantic candlelit dinner with him (who ever said that Austria wasn't romantic?).
They'd laugh and joke around like any other couple, and then they would head towards the bedroom for a 'celebration'. And even though they weren't together anymore, even though they both still loved each other very much (though neither one of them would ever admit it aloud if someone asked), they'd only express their love on that day. The day of June 8th.
Austria was fast asleep- he had always been the type of person to fall asleep right after sex- cuddled up against a naked Hungary that wrapped herself up in the sheets. She always stayed up late to watch the clock turn to midnight, a time that always expelled the happiest day of the year.
Hungary stayed up for that hour, watching the hands on the wall clock slowly move to the twelve. She stayed up, watching that clock, thinking of nothing. All she knew was that time was running out and that Austria wouldn't be holding her like this until June 8th of the next year. So she stayed quiet and relished in the fact that she was in the arms of the man she loved, if only for a little while.
At midnight, the clock made a small noise, and Hungary knew that it was time to leave. She slowly unwrapped herself out of the sheets and scooted away from Austria with caution as to not wake him up. She lightly got off the bed and walked over to where her clothes had been thrown, pulling on her undergarments and shifting her dress up her body. She looked at the clock and debated to whether she should give the sleeping Austrian a kiss on the cheek as a goodbye of sorts, but decided better of it.
She walked towards the door to Austria's room and stopped, hand gripping the handle. She looked over at the sleeping form and gave him a sad smile as a goodbye, something she did every year when it was time to leave. She should be used to this routine by now; they've been doing it for decades. Then she turned around and walked out that door, down the hall, and out the front door.
Austria watched her leave.