Do I support PrussiaXHungary or AustriaXHungary? Well... maybe I support one or the other more or less, but it really depends. I wrote this fan fiction with the intention to reach out to both parings. This was intended to be a oneshot but two alternate endings have just written themselves and depending on the ending you'd rather read (one is AusXHun the other is PruXHun), you can either click "Yes" or "No".


As Beautiful as the Cornflower

The gray, melancholic morning of June tenth wasn't very warm. In fact, it hardly felt like the refreshingly cool month it was supposed to be. The weather was as fridge and wintery as a cool day in December, at least that is what it felt like for Elizaveta. She stood on the porch of her borrowed house watching the storm clouds rolling in. Elizaveta was the sort of strong independent person to stand alone against the elements.

"Austrian territory.. is so beautiful." She breathed, admiring the first speck of clear-coulered raindrops as they began to fall across the landscape. As a country, she would normally be spending time on her own land, but lately she was under contract with her dearly beloved neighbor and wanted to spend as much time around him as possible. Being a maid and working weekends at his house was a perfect opportunity! Anything for him.. I'd do.. anything.

"YO! Hungary!" The annoyingly familiar voice came from down the dirt-paved road. A slim figure riding a clean white horse came closer to within shouting distance. "I, the awesome me, thought of an excellent idea! Let's go hunting!"

Elizaveta turned her head to face the field of cornflowers, admiring their beautiful detail. "Oi! Oi! Hungary!" A thin-looking young man with spiky whitish hair and fierce red eyes waved from atop the horse. This time, she turned her whole body, pushed aside a circular white pillow from the porch bench, and sat down. Her folded arms and pursed lips might've given him a hint if he weren't so stubborn in his attempts.

"IT'S THE AWESOME ME! OVER HERE! HUNGARY!" Gilbert was well within talking distance by now, but he didn't seem to notice. He was practically two feet away from the porch where Elizaveta was. His horse protested slightly as he bent over the railing and waved a Prussian-blue glove at Elizaveta. "HEY! HEY!"

"As if I DIDN'T notice you." She spoke with an angry tone in her voice. "Go away." The glove hit her forehead. "You're dead you little- OH! Austria-sir!" Elizaveta stopped her attempt to strangle Gilbert and looked up to smile at her long-time crush.

A second russet-coulered horse now trotted fancily up from behind the house. Its rider had an aristocratic sense about him and was dressed in all formal attire. "Elizaveta, Servus." He nodded his head slightly. She nodded her head back in acknowledgement of his presence and made a quick courtesy that ended in a slight fumble.

"Pffft! What was that? Keskeskeskes!" Gilbert pushed himself off the horse and slouched on the porch railing, one leg stretched on top the other. "Hey! Hungary! Let's go hunting!"

"Austria-Sir? What brings you here?" Elizaveta almost pranced across the porch and bent close to where the man dismounted the horse. She beamed at him, gripping one of the porch beams tightly. He brought the horse to a halt and it's hooves made a splash in a newly formed mud puddle. He dismissed the unsightly mud as well as he seemed to not notice the lightly falling raindrops.

"When I asked them to place you in a comfortable environment. I did not mean this place. Surely they would realize I meant for a larger manor or-" He stopped and noticed the bright white horse grazing on the house's hedges. "Where is he?"

"You think you're so funny, don't you? I'm right here!" Gilbert called from atop the porch. He leaned back so that the two could exchange territorial glances, then bent forward again.

"I hardly noticed." Roderich replied coolly, then seemed to puff up a bit. "What business do you have here on Austrian territory, let alone at Elizaveta's house!"

"I come and go as I please." Gilbert smirked. "Anyway, Hungary and I go waay back. We're buddies." He was now enjoying annoying Roderich more than anything. He hopped off the railing and bowed to Elizaveta taking one of her hands by surprise. "My, Lady. I'd be the tree. If only you be it's flowers. I'd be the dew, If only you'd be the sunbeam-" She whacked him to the side of the head with such force he hit the floor with a thick thudding noise. Elizaveta looked up at Roderich, her face was bright red. No words came from her mouth.

"Man, Get out now! You are no longer a thriving power of the world and my soldiers could overtake you in a heartbeat. If you linger for one more second where you do not belong, I'll call for my finest riflemen." Elizaveta looked at Roderich and gave a distant sigh, on hand on the side of her cold cheek. "Shall we finish our talk inside? I came here on urgent business."

"Yes." Elizaveta hopped down one of the porch steps. The light drizzle of rain transformed into a downpour as she helped him up the stairs. "Just in time." She spoke. Her arm was linked tightly around his. "I've got some oatmeal cooking in the oven. I can heat it up with some almond spice if it is to your liking?"

"That would be wonderful." He smiled and opened the door for her. "Ladies first."

"Damned Idiot." Gilbert muttered, sitting cross-legged and rubbing his head.

"Sit right here." Elizaveta pushed forward an oak chair and barely motioned for him to sit before she spun around to the oven. It was a fairly modest sized kitchen, right off the cozy entrance hallway, filled with bright gray light that poured in from windows on all three walls. The rain pattered lightly against the windows, rhythmically, as if in a tune, and Roderich began to tap the wooden table with his fingers.

The kitchen appliances were all old-fashioned and looked as if they hadn't been touched for a while. Elizaveta was just glad the oven worked, as she opened up the oven and took out a sheet of freshly-made oatmeal cookies.

"Perfect." She hummed and set them by on the off-white counter top. "They'll be ready in five minutes time. Just let them cool." She smiled and moved forward to put her hands on the top of Roderich's chair.

"The scent is heavenly, oatmeal is my favorite." He turned to face her. "Miss Hungary, I did come to see you though, on urgent business. Nothing else."

"As I'd expected." She sighed and sat in the chair next to him.

"I hope you know times are very well these days. We as a whole, my government and people are thriving and enjoying peace." He paused and looked at Elizaveta who was smiling best she could. "-And on that note, would you marry me?"

Hungary's jaw dropped, just the slightest and she moved both her hands over her mouth. "A-Austria-sir! What are you saying?"

"You heard me correctly and I mean what I say." He looked out the window at the pouring rain outside. "I am truly sorry it is on such short notice."

"A-Austria- I can't believe!" She almost felt herself tear up, but fought it back with all her might. She sniffled a bit though.

"My leaders would think it best for the situation if we were conjoined, and I completely agree. We would not want have any sudden attacks from neighboring countries and if we were a conjoined force, we would surely be so strong!"

A hole in the window allowed for water to leak in and now the oatmeal cookies were like the tops of little boats floating in a puddle of rainwater. A gust of wind not only blew some water off the counter, but also made Elizaveta shiver. Roderich stayed firm and held out his gloved hand. "So is that a yes?" Roderich smiled.