"The stars are really bright tonight!" came the ridiculously happy cry. Hungary turned, one eyebrow quirked upwards, to face Prussia. The dissolved nation was standing where she had left him just a moment before, his back turned to her and his face upturned. Gilbird sat on his head; a semi-darkness against moonlight-illuminated hair. "I swear-" continued the man casually, his eyes never leaving the pinpricked heavens "-if I didn't know any better, I'd say that those things are almost as awesome as yours truly."

Hungary rolled her eyes and gave into temptation, striding to stand beside Prussia. "What exactly are you going on about?" she demanded, her tone much more severe than she had originally intended it to be. That didn't seem to bother the other nation, though. He turned to look at her, his smile stretching his face almost to the max. Hungary resisted the temptation to take a step backwards as she found their bodies closer together than they had been for centuries. For the briefest of instances, his smile faltered and the glinting red eyes flickered with doubt. The moment was covered and forgotten about just as quickly as it had come, though.

"The stars, stupid!" restated the man, snickering and rolling his eyes like he was speaking with a moron. The statement was followed almost immediately by a loud cry, and Prussia found himself on the ground. A large welt was already forming atop his head, and his old best friend/sworn rival towered over him, twirling a frying-pan skillfully in one had. Gilbird had wisely made himself scarce as soon as his owner and Hungary were in range of one another. Mumbling profanities under his breath, Gilbert settled himself more comfortably where he lay; too lazy and stubborn to stand. A silent moment passed. Then, with a quiet and reserved sigh, Elizabeta settled herself on the slightly dampened grass beside him.

Pulling her knees up to her chest and wrapping her arms around them, Elizabeta joined the once-great nation in gazing up at the sky. For a few hours, they could forget politics and problems. For a few hours, they could forget the pitiful state of one and the complicated state of the other. For that brief time, they could spend together. For an insignificant second of their everlasting existences…they could be human.