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Standing at the front of the church in her wedding dress, Hungary felt a myriad of emotions bubbling within her.
She was glad for the two of them, because she liked seeing them be happy with whom they love. In fact, she liked just about any happy ending between two people.
She was utterly confused. How did they get together? How did they even meet each other?
The Hungarian was also jealous.
Gilbert has been Elizaveta's friend for the longest time, from her childhood up until now. They did fight a lot, Hungary will admit that, but they also had good times together. He knew how to make her smile, how to make her laugh –everything- , by heart. And eventually Elizaveta fell for him.
Then her boss had introduced her to Austria.
Her first impression of Roderich was that he was boring. After all, he seemed way too down-to-earth for someone as dynamic as Hungary. But little by little, as the forced rendezvous with Austria turned to willing dates, she found out that Roderich was kind, gentle, and not at all boring. He also played the piano magnificently, which was a plus. Hell, he could play just about any instrument used in classical music. He was Austria after all.
But right now, Elizaveta hated how she wasn't any one of them.
It pissed her off, how her perfect wedding was ruined. It was supposed to be her and Austria's wedding, not Austria and Prussia's.
But most of all, like the other nations sitting in the audience, Hungary was absolutely shocked that Prussia had ran up to take her place after the minister said "You may kiss the bride."
Okay, this is a thing. Even though I'm more of a AusHun person, this came up as I was thinking of how Prussia and Austria would stop fighting over Hungary and just put up with each other. And so this (really short) story was made, because what better way is there than to do it in Hungary's face?
I hope you enjoyed it!
Sooo, yeah.