Last chapter of what looks to be the stupidest fanfic ever written.. xD

Hope you like it.

Alot of the char's are OOC. c: Sorry..

HUNGARY'S POV

I was at Poland's house now, drinking some tea, the first drink I'd had within a few days now. It tasted warm, and.. Just all around perfect. I liked Poland's house so far, it was so.. comforting.

I had already explained my situation to the Polish man whom was sitting beside me now, and he looked me over like I was something worth saving. But I probably didn't look too good; my hair messed up and my whole body covered with bruises.. But he didn't seem to care.

''Poland.. Why did you save me? Why didn't you just run away, like everyone else did? You didn't have to.. save me..'' Poland met my eyes like it was idiotic not to save me. But, he could have been caught by Russia, and that was one of the worst things anyone could do.. I shivered slightly as he responded,

''Why wouldn't I? You're, like, my friend, Hungary. I can't believe Prussia didn't save you from it when he had the chance, or, like, even Austria... How did you get into this mess, anyways?" He changed the topic easily, and I believe I had already told him how I got into it. But I could tell him again.

''Austria gave up on me, basically, and Russia attacked.. Prussia and I tried our hardest to keep him away, but we just.. couldn't. Virtually impossible. He thought about taking Prussia as well, but he didn't, I was the only one. He stole me back, and I've lived there for months now.."

Poland watched every word I said, and he smiled slightly at me as I looked up at him, his green eyes meeting mine. I was so glad that I was away from Russia... I still wondered why he had saved me. He risked his life for me, and Russia would come for his any moment now.

''Oh.. Why didn't you tell anyone what was happening?" He questioned, for the second time now, and I looked off in a different direction when I responded, "Because, no one would save me, anyways.. I mean, I'd thought no one would save me. If Russia found out that I told someone, he'd make the punishment worse than usual..." I shivered again, realizing that Russia probably would kill me if he got the chance.

While it was quiet for a moment, I whispered, "He once told me.. When he was no longer drunk from that idiotic vodka.. He remembered what he had done. Never apologized for it, but he was able to know exactly what he was doing then. Before Lithuania got back, he said to me.." I gulped slightly as I continued. "If I were to tell anyone that he had hit me, that I was as good as dead.''

''What an, like, asshole.'' Poland said bitterly. He looked at the time. ''It's ten, we should be getting to bed.. How long has it been since you've had a decent amount of sleep..?" I thought for a moment, then looked back at him.

''A good month.'' Was the only response he got.

He laughed softly. ''Well, you can sleep in the extra bedroom.'' He said easily, standing. Poland took my hand, and without another word, led me into a small pink room with a medium sized bed.

He told me where everything was, then looked into my eyes, still holding my hand softly. "Goodnight.." He whispered, and before I knew what he was doing, he pulled me into a soft kiss that lasted only a few moments, then walked out of the room.

I stood there in awe for a moment, then smiled, closing the door and snuggling into the bed. It was a soft bed, even though it was pink. Poland loved that color, seemingly.

I didn't mention to him that I.. Disliked, that color. It's not that I hated it, but I didn't like it as much as he did. I sighed softly, then rolled over. It was so peaceful in the house.. I snuggled closer into the covers, and within a moment I was fast asleep.

That night, I awoke to the sound of yelling. Then a hushed voice, then yelling again. I rubbed my eyes, wanting to go back to where the yelling was coming from.

My head ached from how tired I was. I pulled myself out of the pink and frilly looking bed, looking around the room for a moment. The yelling only got louder. It was coming from the living room it sounded like, the first room I had been in.

I quietly crept closer to the door, opening it, then looking into the hallway. As soon as I opened the door, I heard Poland's voice, then a darker man's voice. My whole body shivered as I realized who it was.. Russia.

I didn't want to continue when I heard him, but Poland was out there. What if he was hurt? My heart pounded.

I decided to sneak out, my eyes narrowing as I quietly moved out of the door. I could hear them more clearly now, and I could tell that the two of them were fighting. Although I couldn't make out the words just yet.

I moved all the way to the end of the hallway, where it curved. If they were where I thought, then they'd be able to see me if I got any closer. My head peaked around the corner to see the two of them.

Like I had thought, they were both in the living room, a good ten feet away from me. Poland's back was to me, and Russia was facing me. He was too heavily intoxicated to see me, though. A empty vodka bottle sat on the table that he must have just finished drinking.

"Poland, *hic* I saw you stealing 'er!" Russia's voice was in rage now, and I knew that wasn't good. Gladly, I didn't see that.. whip that he always hit me with, so Poland seemed to be safe..

But Russia was so strong, and he could take Poland, and take me aswell, and it'd be all my fault...

I gulped as Poland stood his ground, his arms crossing over his chest. He must be frowning. "I have her, but you, like, can't! You'd been beating her and I can't stand to see my neighbor be treated, like that!"

My cheeks turned a soft shade of red. Why was he defending me? I had barely met Poland before this.

My heart began to pound as Russia took a step forward, pinning Poland in a drunk stance to the wall.

I didn't want to see the rest now, moving to the kitchen. I had to save him. I looked through his kitchen as quiet as I could until I saw a giant metal frying pan. A smirk appeared on my face.

When I went back, Poland and Russia seemed to be screaming violently. They were too busy with their fight if I slipped in. I slipped into the room, gripping the frying pan with both hands.

Poland saw me, and I glared at him for a moment to tell him to continue screaming. When Poland was about to scream, I grabbed the frying pan and threw it against Russia's head.

That man fell down, almost on top of Poland, but he dodged it, looking back at me then back at Russia, who's head was bleeding pretty badly from me hitting it.

Poland was only staring at me now, about a foot or so away from me. ". . How did you. . You heard us fighting and woke up?" I looked back up at him, and nodded basically.

He moved closer to me, myself barely realizing it as I stared softly into his eyes. "That's, like, awesome. ."

I nodded again. His lips were now inches away from mine, and I could feel his breathing. I didn't move, and didn't speak. I was too afraid that it was a dream and I would ruin it if I did so.

Without a second thought, he crashed his lips back onto mine, taking my hand that hadn't been holding the frying pan and gripping it.

The frying pan dropped to the floor, not banging because it had hit some sort of carpet. I wrapped one arm around his neck and began to kiss him back. He seemed to not realize what he was doing, pulling me closer and closer, his back now at the wall.

I could feel HIS heart pounding, and my own as well, the room seeming to be changing in temperature. He pulled his face away from mine, looking back into my eyes.

"I, like.. I love you, Hungary.." He whispered.

My heart pounded slightly, as I looked back at him. I smiled, running a hand softly through his hair.

"I love you too, Poland.."

And I resumed kissing him.

Aww. . So cute, right? I know I fail. ; ;

I'm going to my brother's house soon and I wanted to get this done.

So yeah, here it is!

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