A Room You'll Never Enter


Austria was entering his own house.

He opened le door.

And dark gloomy aura ooze flowed out.

He poked at it in fear of who was producing it.

Probably either Prussia from seeing an omelet.

Or.

Hungary.

Austria silently backed away, into the carriage awaiting him.

He bumped into Hungary.

With a squeal, she held him by his arm.

Hearts overflowed.

Austria cried.

She dragged him into the ooze.


Prussia was sobbing as he stared at his karaoke machine.

The mic was just a stick.

No ball.

Poor ball.

Prussia let another sob out.


Germany was puking.

In the toilet.

With the cast and all.

He fainted.

So, now he's ejected.

From the story, o'course.


Italy was now reset.

He resumed to cleaning the toilet.

Cleaning for Austria was a habit.

After all.

Scrub, scrub, all around Germany.

Scrub-a-dub-dub.


Austria stared all around.

Why did he never knew anything about this?

It was in his house, damnit!

Hungary pulled him in.

Just like when they used to be tiny lil people.

But this room was way too weird for even Poland!


Poland meanwhile hugged his huge pink teddy as he sneezed.

Whom he named Petra.

Yes, Pixie.

No, not Peter.

It was Po.

The Bleep.


Pink, frills, shrills.

Huge ceilings, huge windows.

All shadowed by the pinkness and hugeness of the teddy bears.

There was a numerous other dolls too.

He saw plenty of small toys as well.

And he shivered.

How come he never knew of this?

No wonder Prussia was scared of her.

Any guy would be after seeing the pinkish horror!

Hungary had a certain sparkle in her eyes.

Like as if she'd seen meat.

Sweet meat.

And she was chanting words, just like how Russia would do.

Instead, it was something along the lines of 'teapartyteapartyteaparty-'


Russia meanwhile, sneezed in his bathtub.

He was busy playing with his Soviet Union Tank and Mr. Duck.

Boom. Boom.

Mr. Duck was dead now.

Underneath, the infamous 'Made in China' was written.


China shuddered meanwhile.


Austria stared at his dress.

Yes.

The dress.

It was purple. Shiny.

And had a cute little brooch.

And why was his hair up in a French braid?


France was meanwhile stalking Iceland for his posterior.


There was a wide selection of tea in front of him.

Green, Earl Gray, Lipton, Boston, Purple and definitely Happy.

He decided to go with the jug of juice beside them.

And nervously sipped.

Hungary herself was dressed up.

He couldn't help but stare at her as well.

A pink dress.

With pale brown designs all over.

Austria choked on his juice.

Then commented that it was too hot.

Hungary smiled wide and drank her tea.

Just like how a women would.


Meanwhile, England was crying and whining about the sudden tea depletion.

Scotland, Wales and Ireland were wearing ear plugs.


Austria was now busy playing with the toy piano Hungary produced.

She looked so adorable.

His heart broke a little.

So, Austria broke the piano.

And proceeded to destroy Hungary's Room of Doom.

Which's owner had fainted from the super-girly mode usage.

And Austria picked her up.

And took her to his own special room.


Prussia meanwhile, was horrified at the fact that Hungary was being whisked away by Austria into the white room of doom!

He called over Gilbird and then started writing a message to Switzerland.

Only that idiot could help!


Well then.

What's in it?

That's an entirely different matter now, isn't it?


My net sucks. Could not upload this for days.

Anywho, this is Hungary's ARYNE. Next is definitely Austria's~

Enjoy, hoooray~ :D