Austria X Hungary Ending
If you are a AusXHun, this chapter "Yes", is for you. This is what would have happened if Hungary said "Yes" instead of "No".
"Yes. yes." Elizaveta blushed. "Yes. Oh God. yes."
"Excellent." Roderich said smiling as she grasped his hand tightly. "There's room enough on my horse for two. Shall we head back to the main estate right now?"
"Oh, I'd love too, but I've grown quite fond of this place. I still have much unpacking to do, and now I'll have to pack it up again. Give me the night, will you?" Elizaveta twirled around and finally noticed the oatmeal cookies. "Oh dear.."
"That's alright. I understand. I'll send a carriage for you tomorrow at noon." Roderich stood up and bowed. "If you will excuse me, I have some other business to attend to. Signing papers, a bit of a bore." He laughed and unexpectedly hugged Elizaveta tight. "I'm delighted you chose me."
"What do you mean?" She whispered, burying her face in his overcoat.
"Never mind that." He eyed the water-logged cookies in suspicion. "Maybe another time, Ms. Hungary." Roderich turned and walked out. His boots made a hollow stomping noise on the wooden floor as he walked out, and a minute later, a horse could be heard whinnying and trotting away.
"What was that?" Gilbert opened the window from the outside and made a grab for one of the cookies, which he ate without a complain. "Youmff said yesmf?" He began to munch on of the cookies.
"Of course I did!" She had half a mind to close the window on his head right then and there.
"Aren't you at all worried? You're going to one of those fru-fru high-class living estates. You'll wear frilly dresses all day, and uh, have to learn manners."
"I'm more concerned on how you know how get into my house even when the window's locked." She strode over to the window and looked him in the eyes. "The cabinet I'm opening now-" She fingered to open the cabinet under her. "Happens to be the one where I keep my frying pans."
"Oh, Hungary no." He looked disapprovingly at her.
"I bought a brand new one too." She grabbed the handle of the largest frying pan.
"I just came to say hi!" Gilbert began to look desperate to avoid the familiar WHACK from the pan.
"It's supposed to wash twice as fast and easy!" She smiled.
"Cornflower?" He asked and handed her a tiny blue flower through the window.
"Stain-free too! I hope that goes for blood, too" Her smile turned dark and Gilbert hopped down to the grass below.
"You're no fun anymore! I hope you know that!" He hollered. "You used to be a great guy! No way you're that awesome anymore! In fact, you're a-"
Elizaveta shut the window, and locked it. She was enraged that someone could make her feel so mad in just a few minutes of the greatest moment of her life. "I really hate that Prussia guy." She hit the table with such force that it shook. "At least I don't have to worry about him coming around anymore. Austria's house surely has security." Elizaveta hummed.
The night was peaceful and Elizaveta spent it reminiscence. "How nostalgic. I remember this." She slowly unwrapped a package. It was a porcelain doll dressed in Austrian clothing carrying a small goat in her arms. Its brunette hair was beautifully wrapped up in many braids that overlapped the bows that were intertwined within it. "Right after I found out I was a woman.." She laughed. "Mr. Austria was the first to, er, congratulate me. Even, after I beat him up so many times."
Normally, if Hungary ever noticed she was talking to herself she would've stopped, but she hardly noticed tonight. Instead, by candlelight, in the main bedroom of the house, she spoke softly about all the good memories she had had over the past centuries. She was feeling very auspicious tonight, too. "From now on, life will be easy."
The next day Elizaveta awoke at eight o' clock to go downstairs and prepare breakfast for herself. She dressed in a light pink and white Enlgish-style formal gown that she had uncovered in one of the boxes. She was feeling pretty today and the feeling wanted to drive her insane with joy, she even curled her hair tips slightly using a vintage hair curler. Breakfast wasn't the usual either. Two sunny-side up eggs, (to match the sunny weather), two strips of ham, one crisp Belguim waffle covered in syrup, and a glass of orange juice all were set neatly on the tablecloth-covered wooden table.
All the luggage she needed was placed in the entry hallway too and bound tightly together with leather straps. Packing up really wasn't that hard a chore. "I think the thing I'll enjoy most is not having to work as a maid anymore." She looked at a pigeon as it gazed at her from outside the window. Its head tipped to one side in confinement.
At noon exactly, there was a knock at the door and a well-dressed gentleman addressed her formally, presented her with a gift from Roderich, and helped her into the carriage. Everything was exactly as if it would be in a fairy tale. Elizaveta admired the gold paint that surrounded the inside of the well-lit carriage, and relaxed on one of the pillows. This was the kind of life she could get used to. When the luggage had been packed onto the top, and they were speeding away, only then did she notice Gilbert. He was asleep on the side of the house by the kitchen, a pile of oatmeal cookies around him. "G'bye old house." She almost smiled. "G'bye old friend."
The estate was even more beautiful than usual, she observed. The staff greeted her with delighted expressions and everyone was dressed up in festive Austrian or Hungarian clothing. "How wonderful!" She looked out the window. "I feel.. like a princess." As the carriage stopped, and Elizaveta got out, she was greeted by one of the maids who worked at the estate.
"I'm so happy for you." She grabbed Elizaveta's hand. "And a bit jealous. But, ah, I have a surprise just for you!"
She was hurried to and from buildings until she came to a green house where a small party was being held. Everyone welcomed Elizaveta with beaming faces and wide smiles. Belguim and Feliks were the first to come over and greet here.
"We're so glad!" They both hugged her tightly.
"When I first heard out I was all like OHMAIGAWD!" Feliks winked.
"Lucky, too. Both of you." Belguim crossed her arms and sighed. "You've been married. Only guy who's shown an interest in me was at least six hundred years old at the time. Wouldn't even work up the nerve to kiss me either... lucky you."
"Just yesterday was so.. dreary and now look where I am!" Elizaveta was almost out of breath.
"How cute!" Liechtenstein jumped up and hugged Elizaveta next. "I've been de v'one who's been working on your dress. It's so cute, but I really like de' v'one you're v'earing right now." Elizaveta smiled at the compliment.
"Thank you so much, you know, you can have it if you'd like."
"Really, oh tha'd be perv'ect!" Liechtenstein's waved her hand. "'Vait until you see you're 'vedding dress. So fluffy! I had 'Vash help me carry it all the 'vay!" Liechtenstein skipped joyfully over to a white garden table and uncovered a large box. "You're dress is inside, don't look at it though until your vedding day!" She smiled. "Othervise, it's bad luck!"
"She's really good at sewing. Trust me. I bet it's really complicated with a whole bunch of patterns on it." Latvia wanderedup to Hungary and peeked inside the box. "Yup."
The rest of the afternoon was spent with dancing, drinking, and games played in the greenhouse. Elizaveta, Feliks, and Belguim were giggling and talking in the corner. Sealand, Latvia, and Liechtenstein were playing a small game of truth or dare. Switzerland, Lithuania, and Austria had set aside their differences and were now enjoying the party too, which went well into the evening too, when everyone moved into one of the larger ballrooms to have a dance. The ballroom was a huge, golden-themed room with white ribbons, enormous floral decorations, and a certain Victorian feel about it. The music was presented live by a small group of musicians who knew an excellent blend of old-age music as well as modern Beethoven and Mozart.
"Austria-sir. I want you to know. I regret nothing. I've loved you since the beginning." Elizaveta held Roderich's hand as they danced around the ballroom.
"-And to you Miss Hungary, I share the same feelings." He placed a tiny blue flower in her hair in the place of her normal marigold one. "May it never fade."
"And it never will." Elizaveta smiled. Everything after that second was a complete rush. Roderich had bent down and placed a kiss directly on her forehead. If it had not been for numerous years of training as a man, her knees would have surly buckled out from beneath her and she would've fallen. She closed her eyes and just let her feet follow the slow rhythm of the music. If she hadn't known any better, she'd say she actually did fall to the floor, because Elizaveta could not feel her feet. If anything, she wished that this feeling would last forever, no, she had to re-think that thought. The wedding would hopefully be within the month, that was if no political plans came up or huge wars broke out, and that day would hold the feeling she would want to treasure forever. Until that day came, however, she would be content to spend her days at her betrothed's side.
Elizaveta would be there to fill his coffee cup, after she had brought it up on a tray of brass and holding a glass creamer cup which would be filled to the top with a silken coffee cream. She would also be there to attend every single one of his inner city piano concerts as well as all of her own delightful private, one-on-one concerts. And if all plans followed through, she would be the one to make his breakfast, sweep the manor, wash the dishes, clean the sheets, water the green house plants, improve her own musical skills, serve lunch, entertain company, scrub the tub, be present for dinner at 6 o'clock exactly, clean up, and then finally, retire for the night. She knew she had a task-worthy life ahead, but it was all worth it when she would be helping Roderich with his duties. He was the man she had always dreamed of falling in love with and nothing seemed impossible when she was with him. Her touch drifted to the tiny blue cornflower in her hair. No, nothing in the world could have changed her mind and made things any different then they were now. This was certain.