Overnight Train

Erzsi wakes slowly to the feeling of her husband atop her, settled between her legs and lavishing her neck and exposed shoulder with sloppy kisses. He's already hard.

"You," she groans and immediately feels his lips smile against her pale skin, "are both unbelievable and insatiable."

"Could never get enough of you," he moans, his humping becoming stronger now that she's awake. And that's what Erzsi loves so much about Roderich Edelstein, that difference between the imperial Austrian the public sees and the kind, goofy, loving (and horny) husband that only Erzsi ever sees.

Roderich's always brilliant in the morning; well, he's actually always brilliant. And with trains spreading across Europe it's easier for Erzsi to accompany the man she's loved for so long on his business trips. She used to take the coach with him between Vienna and Budapest; he never asked her on any of his other trips.


As she lays under her husband's arm, their bodies calming, the Hungarian decides it's time to ask her question. "Liebling?"

A kiss to her forehead. "Yes my love?"

"Why am I now accompanying you on this trip where before trains I didn't?"

There's a long pause before Roderich answers. The female nation shifts to look up into his face; violet eyes are watching the trees out the window, one arm on her back, one behind his head. "Three reasons," Roderich announces without looking at her. "Well, maybe three. First the train is faster, easier on the body, and I did not wish to tax you unnecessarily. Second," and at that he smiles down at Erzsi wide, "you are my wife; I could not leave someone I love so much behind. Perhaps marriage has, in that way, made me selfish."

"That is fine by me," Erzsi sighs, kissing Roderich. But when she tries to deepen the kiss he stops her.

"Third," he says a little too sternly, and his Hungarian wife immediately understands that this is the real reason. "You only ever smiled when we went to Budapest. When I would take you to Vienna you would look sad, defeated almost. That broke my heart Erzsi; I could not keep doing that. Even now," and a hand strokes her face, "you look sad when we leave."

"It isn't your doing," Erzsi starts. She's loved him for so long, knows Roderich loves her too, but if he ever thought he'd hurt her, or was ever forced to divorce her to benefit her people- it would end Erzsi.

He smiles weakly, kissing her. "I know dearest, that it is hard leaving home. Yet being so far from Austria, from Vienna, is acceptable when I am with you. My bod is Austrian, but my heart will forever be the property of Hungary."

The sun shining through the window, yellow light making it's way through the trees to cut across Roderich's face, catches Erzsi's fingers as they stroke her husband's handsome visage. He's smiling, wide; he'd meant every word. And she thanks whoever thought up overnight trains as she kisses her husband, the train slowing down as they pull into a stop. As Erzsi is rolled over, Roderich settling once more between her legs, she commits his words to memory in the hopes that the day would never come when she would have his words but not Roderich.

It would end Erzsi.