His smile
His touch
His kisses
All of that could be hers. But she can't have it anymore.
She was rejecting him for too long.
She was yelling at him and running away from him for too long, thinking, that she will make him desire her even more. But it wasn't so. He let his feelings for her cool down and found himself someone new to love. Someone, who loved him back as much as he deserves.
And he chose great. They look really good together, sitting there and hugging each other, looking into the eyes of the other, as if the world around them didn't exist. They were made for each other.
She can't tear them apart.
It's too late.
It wouldn't be fair of her.
So Hungary couldn't do anything else than to hide her tears and through her pain smile. After all, she didn't want to ruin others' fun. Because in their eyes she was still madly in love with Austria, and to start to be jealous now wouldn't be nice of her.
She should have told something sooner. Maybe she could have averted this. If she just weren't so stupid and didn't play hard to get, it could have been her, who would sit now at the top table.
Time for blessings.
Hungary stands up with others and dutifully repeated: "Good Luck, Prussia… Good Luck Canada…"