disclaimer: ah—no.
dedication: bry. just— everything.
notes: "lol, huauswitz!" "…all i saw was aushwitz." "…"
notes2: "a summary…HMMM." "LOL." "i brought back the large thinking noise without thinking!"
summary: Because suddenly, her Roderich wasn't her Roderich anymore.
pairing(s): hungaryaustriaswitzerland
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"Elizabeta."
"Elizabeta."
"Elizabeta."
Hungary loved to hear him say her name. She loved her name in his voice, smooth and elegant.
It kind of made her feel important.
They were happy together — maybe not like those sickly couples who like to feed each other and wax poetic (because she just didn't do that), but they were happy nonetheless. They made each other smile and laugh and forget about the war.
"Roderich," she murmured, surprising him with her sudden appearance in his office. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her face into his back. "Don't you think it's time for bed?"
He sighed. "I do, but I have too much work."
Hungary frowned. "I'm sorry dealing with me is such a burden…"
Austria turned around and smiled at her, bringing her onto his lap. "Elizabeta, my love, taking care of you is never a burden."
He pressed his lips to hers, for just a moment, but it was all she needed.
She smiled at him, breaking away from their embrace. "Sorry for intruding, then," she said. "I'll be in bed."
"You can stay, by all means," Roderich said, grasping her hand, indicating his head toward in the couch. "I only have a little bit more to do."
Hungary smiled and nodded, kissing him once more. "Alright."
She laid down on the couch, and watched him until he was done.
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The opening of the grand door was the only thing that interrupted Hungary from her cooking.
"Roderich!" she called, turning down the stoves just a tad — just so she could greet him — and running off toward his office. "Roder…ich?"
He looked stressed.
Her Roderich was not stressed.
"What's wrong?"
He looked up at her, and smiled.
"Nothing, Elizabeta. I'm fine." He kissed her softly and retreated to his study.
Hungary knew something was wrong.
Because her name didn't sound the same anymore.
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"Elizabeta," Austria called, "come here, please."
She frowned. Her name sounded closer — but still not as it should.
She was, however, surprised when she saw two guests at the front entrance.
"Hello!" she greeted, curtsying to the guests.
"Elizabeta," Austria said, "this is Vash and Lietchestein. They'll be having dinner with us tonight. Please prepare more for them."
"Of course!" Hungary said, "I'll get right on it!"
"Would you mind taking Lietchestein with you?" Switzerland said. "I would appreciate her having the skill of cooking."
"Of course!" Hungary motioned the young girl to come with her.
But as she walked away from them, she frowned.
Because Austria didn't look at her the same way anymore.
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"I'll go give them their tea," Hungary said, balancing two teacups and a pot on a silver tray. "You watch the food, alright?" Lietchestein nodded, turning to the pots of food.
Hungary was still wondering what was going on.
She frowned.
Maybe it's just me.
"Roderich! I've brought te—"
The silver tray clattered to the ground and fine china broke on shining wood floors. Hot tea splashed onto her dress, her feet and burned her, but she didn't care.
Because her Roderich was kissing that man.
And that alone was the worse pain she could suffer.
fin.
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ending note: i laugh at how any mention of hungaryaustria will make bry nauseous.