I didn't want to write this. I had a feeling it would turn out as total crap, and I was right. But whatever. Enjoy if you can. Don't own Hetalia, blah blah blah. I feel like crap and it sucks. I need a hug TT-TT Note: More of Hungary's past will be revealed through her dreams as the story goes on

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Turning the World Right-Side Up

Chapter Two: Dreams of the Past

"Elizabeta, honey, you have to hold still," a voice gently chastised. Elizabeta just giggled, fiddling with the edge of her frilly white dress. The intricate, flowery dress was the fanciest thing she had ever worn.

"Can I move yet, Momma?" She asked, rocking on her heels.

"Not yet, baby."

Elizabeta made a growling sound in the back of her throat. She hated sitting still. "How about now?"

Momma chuckled. "Okay. You can move." Elizabeta beamed and turned around, launching herself into her mother's arms.

"Do I look pretty, Momma? Do I?"

"Of course, darling," her mother murmured fondly, examining her daughter's French braid. "You look beautiful." Elizabeta smiled proudly and Momma knelt down so her emerald eyes met the matching ones of her daughter.

"Remember, sweetie, this client is very, very important to Daddy. So you need to be the polite, well-behaved little girl I know you can be."

"Yes, Momma."

"They have a son about your age, Elizabeta. Maybe you could play with him. He's five years old."

Elizabeta rolled her eyes superiorly. "Six is a lot older than five."

"I know, I know. But it would mean a lot to Daddy and to me if you two can get along. Can you do that for me?"

"Okay," she said, subdued. Momma swept her up into a hug and kissed her cheeks.

"That's my girl," she said with a radiant smile. If her mother was any indication, Elizabeta would grow into a beautiful woman some day. Momma grabbed her by her hand and led her down the spacious, lavish hallways of the Hedervary home. Elizabeta loved her big, rich house. Momma said that Daddy's clients were very important for getting all the money they had, so Elizabeta had to make a good impression so the people would get along with Daddy. She saw Daddy talking to another family, and broke out into an adorable smile.

"Daddy!" she cried, running down the hallway to him. Daddy turned to her with a smile and scooped her up into a tight hug.

"Hello, Liza!" He said, laughing lightly. "There are my clients, Mr. and Mrs. Jones. Say 'hello'."

"Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Jones," Elizabeta said, polite but wary. She gazed down from her perch in her father's arms to look at the little boy on the floor.

"Hi!" he said, looking at her with his perfectly round sapphire eyes. "My name is Alfred Jones! What's yours?"

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Hungary blinked her emerald eyes slowly as she woke up, the words 'Elizabeta Hedervary' already on her lips. She sat up, stretching, noticing America was asleep right next to her. Ever since England had unceremoniously broken up with him, America had been sleeping later and later, and he looked wan no matter how much sleep he got. She looked at the clock, noting to herself that she would wake up America in ten minutes.

With a yawn, she sat up and stretched. A sniffling sound came from the room across the hall and Hungary tiptoed out and peeked in the door. Feliciano was asleep, sobbing weakly, and Romano was brushing his hair out of his eyes, softly singing a tune Hungary recognized. It was the same lullaby Grandpa Rome had sang to Italy when he had the night terrors that often plagued him.

Romano caught Hungary's eyes and blushed, his singing faltering a little in embarassment. 'Breakfast in ten' she mouthed, and he nodded. She slipped out of the doorway and went to her room, looking in her closet. She found an outfit and smirked. "Perfect."

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Austria was standing by his locker, with Japan, Kiku, and a pretty girl with short red hair. Seychelles walked by, giving Austria a pointed glare, and then turning her furious gaze to Kiku. He visibly winced.

"Sorry about the friction between you and Seychelles," Austria apologized quietly. Kiku smiled slightly, but you could tell he was troubled.

"It's alright. I believe the expression is 'Bros before hoes'?"

"Seriously. Just because I broke up with Hungary doesn't mean you should break up with Seychelles."

"I bet you're glad you broke up with Hungary!" The redhead giggled, clutching onto Austria's arm and looking at him adoringly. "Now you have me, darling!"

"You know what I think?" interrupted a cheerful voice, "I think Hungary doesn't appreciate redheaded sluts talking about her!"

The three froze and turned around to find Hungary standing behind them. She was wearing a spiked black choker, a red plaid skirt, purple knee-high boots with a heel that laced up the front, and a black sleeveless shirt. She looked gorgeous and Austria could barely stop himself from drooling.

"My NAME is Kaitlyn, not slut," the redhead said with a snarl.

"That's fantastic," said Hungary with a bored sigh. "Try telling someone who cares. Oh, Hey Kiku! You know, thanks to you, I got to see something awesome three days ago!"

"What do you mean?" he asked quietly.

"Well, I never saw Seychelles crying her heart out before, and I've known her for half a year! So thank you for dumping her and making that something new to experience!"

"She… she was crying?" he managed to get out, his eyes widening guiltily.

"Yep!" she said, smiling hugely. Only Austria managed to decipher the gleam in her eyes as rage. Hungary was extremely pissed. "She was collapsed in front of my door sobbing hysterically! She told me she wanted to die! So thanks a lot for that fun time! Oh, and Austria?"

"What?" he asked warily. His new girlfriend was still gaping at her, but she chose to ignore it.

"Do me a favor and thank Spain for breaking up with Romano! Now that Romano smokes again because of it, he's killing himself with lung cancer! It's so fantastic! I gotta go to class. Have fun with your slut!" Without another word, she turned on her heel and skipped down the hallway.

"I made her cry," mumbled Kiku, dark eyes wide. He looked like somebody had slapped him in the face. Austria put his hand gently on his friend's shoulder.

"It'll work out," he said reassuringly.

"How?"

Austria sighed. "Honestly? I really don't know." He watched Hungary turn the corner, trying to ignore the looks she was getting from other boys. 'I'm not dating her anymore,' He thought to himself. Kaitlyn kissed him on the cheek and he barely suppressed a groan.

'No matter how much I'd like to be.'

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Prussia was confused. Confusing Prussia didn't take much effort usually, but for once, he had a good reason to be confused. Germany had taken him aside to yell at him for selling fake hall passes for the umpteenth time, but he wasn't yelling or even talking. Hell, he didn't even look mad!

At first, the conversation had started normally. Germany had grabbed Prussia by the arm and dragged him to an empty classroom. He had been in the middle of a rant about responsibility or something (As if Prussia ever paid attention to him). Then Ludwig had froze midsentence when he saw the whiteboard on which somebody had written 'Pasta Dinner on Friday'. "Pasta," Germany had murmured sadly, staring at the board with a forlorn expression. And, five minutes later, they were still in that same position. It was awkward. Did Ludwig seriously forget about the awesomeness that was Prussia?

Suddenly, someone kicked the door open with a rattling slam. The two brothers were shaken out of their reverie to find Hungary, frying pan in hand, with a dazzling smile on her face. Poor Prussia saw her outfit and almost had a nosebleed.

"Hello, Germany," she spat, smile still perfectly in place despite the acidic tone in her voice. "Mind if we have a chat?"