Hidekaz Himaruya owns Hetalia. The countries own themselves. Horrible story telling, spelling and grammatical errors would love to be corrected.


Reach an Understanding

People ask why he stays with her.

"She's crazy."

"Dangerous."

He knew of her desires. Yes, the good and the bad.

"No sane man would stay with her."

He nods, thanks them for their time and bids them on their way. They don't know, so it's okay if they don't understand.

After playing a little Joseph Haydn, Austria retired to his room. He closed the door, making sure that it was locked. Grabbing his latest pianist magazine, he pulled a folder from it. What was contained in it wasn't the latest piano or restoration services, but eager girls. Young and old of all sizes, flats to wondrous double Es.

Holding each other, kissing each other.

He blushed furiously as he made it to the very back, which held two cutouts of his darling and another busy tom girl. Then he dreamed.

"Do you know what she's planning?"

"Yes."

During Hungary's time off, she liked to imagine him with Germany.

During Austria's time off, he like to imagine her with Ukraine.

It was hot, it was steamy.

They were the perfect couple, surely.


As much as Hungary may be known for their gay porn I have no idea about lesbians and Austria. But it would be fabulous, wouldn't it? Or is that just me?

Meanwhile, Joesph Haydn is a magician of a composer. Yes, even dead. Bite me Chopin. I didn't see your music be turned into a national anthem.