A Thought You'll Never Know
Hungary opened her eyes.
A dull throbbing took place.
Her head hurt.
No memory of the previous hour.
Didn't matter soon enough though.
She was draped over a lush red lounging sofa.
She had no idea how she was in a dress.
Which was pink.
And brown.
Hungary had the sudden urge to puke.
And just happened to taste it.
The tea.
The horrendous vile Earl Grey tea.
She stared around.
Colors of peach and green.
Modest furniture.
A piano.
A big bookcase.
Full of ornaments.
And books o'course.
Strangely, her picture too.
There was a 'Made in China' behind it too.
Meanwhile, China sneezed for the 8th time.
He knew those talisman from Hong Kong didn't work!
The Cursed!
The Sneezes!
The Agony!
China sniffled his nose.
Idiots!
Meanwhile, America sneezed as well.
And called England for 'why' of it.
Austria was sitting.
With all his fingers intertwined.
Oh Mein Gott.
Austria must've broken his piano again!
No wonder he looked so weird.
Hungary let her imagination wonder.
Austria meanwhile watched the mental images in her head.
Which was round.
Soft.
Fluffy.
And coughed when the word read 'Big.'
Hungary startled out of her trance.
Too loud.
Too much cough.
Cough, cough, cough.
Austria stared around for some water.
He found none.
The cough went, by then.
He called her name after which.
Her sweet blissful name.
Which made men cry and pee their pants.
She responded with a grin.
While drawing on Prussia's portrait.
Which happened to be nearby.
This may take longer than thought.
Prussia went to his room.
He was still butt naked.
He would've preferred it but…
The air was cold!
He opened the door.
Switzerland was in his bed.
Sleeping.
And dreaming of cheese.
Prussia fainted.
Meanwhile, Lichtenstein stared at Austria's kitchen.
Spiffy and shiny.
Huge isn't it?
She stared at it.
All sparkly eyed and all.
Hungary felt her head spin.
Austria asked her so many questions.
He made her fill a sheet of paper!
This was seeming more like a therapy session!
Hungary screamed!
In agony!
Austria took notes as she did.
While nodding.
And plugging his ears.
Girls scream so loud.
He should look into the 'why' of it.
Hungary was running.
Austria didn't want that.
He blow-darted her.
And Hungary fell, all slow motion.
He caught her before her hair started flying slow-mo too.
He really hated that.
A sigh.
Maybe two.
And took Hungary back to her room.
The door closed with a slam.
It caused even Romano to quiver in his pants.
Romano meanwhile cursed at the cold water Spain threw at him.
Donkey-hole.
Switzerland woke up with a start though!
And growled.
Once more for effect.
And again cause it was fun.
Prussia.
On the floor.
Foaming at the mouth?
Switzerla- due to the length of the name, we shall refer to him as Swiss.
Cheese.
Etc.
He got up and stared at the mirror.
Why was he here?
Oh yes, to save Hungary from the maniacal psychiatrist.
Swiss hated him for that in the first place.
Always randomly quoting thesis from Dr. Freud.
No offense to the deceased.
But Swiss hated it.
Which was the reason why he intentionally aimed at making no friends.
He kicked Prussia just to show his point.
Swiss called his sis.
Lichtenstein, Lichtenstein!
Something was amiss.
And sis did love to faint.
And so he dashed down.
Only to find her in her horrid moods.
So, what words shall I now fit?
That's an entirely different matter now, isn't it?
4th chapter! Wooohoooooooo! :D
Well, this was obviously Austria's~ In case anyone has doubts, and missed the obviously mentioned obsession, Austria's secret love is being a therapist/psychiatrist/whatever!
Personally, I didn't want to turn this M rated.
...o.o
Also, donkey-hole refers to something you people should know, but I don't wanna turn this into T rated either.
Simple and childish. With spooky ideas. o,o
Now then, the review replying section~
In reply to Anon,
The grammar is terribly off. So off, I'm not even kidding. I sorta should've made it clear in the first chapta, but when I wrote 'trying this new baby out' I meant, this terribly off grammar-style.
If you'd read my other stories, you'd know I try several styles, butchering the very core of English. Like a boss, while I'm at it too. xP
English isn't my mother-tongue, and I'm sure I'm not so bad that I need audiobooks. I speak it more than my 1st language, Bengali, lol.
Ah, I disabled MS's grammar mistake spotters. . The pace the world's moving I don't think it's actually up-to-date to the ff criterion.
Oh, and a looot of huggies for the spelling part. . Since the chapters are direct from drafting, I just do a once-over. And still find mistakes. -.-
But thanku a loooot for the feedback! At least somebody's telling me a good job for spellings! :'D
Well, that was a complete waste of time, you slacker.
Shut it. I replied, so go back to sleep.
Whatever. Too harsh kid, too harsh.
You're 12; I'm supposed to call you that!
*blablablbablablabla within two crazy people*
PS: Enjoy as next will be Lichtenstein's, undoubtedly. We have some business now. *shooshoo*