Author's Notes: This particular bit was actually a "deleted scene" from A Forgotten Anniversary. As a warning, there's a very good reason for that.

Hope you don't mind some very intimate AusHun!

A Forgotten Evening

Or, a Classified Tale from the Cold War through the Nations' Eyes

Yet even as he took her in a deep, passionate kiss, with each lingering moment growing harder to pull away, Roderich knew at the back of his mind that their time together would not last for much longer. Sooner or later they would both have to part. Neither of them had any real idea when they could see each other next, whether it was a week or years from now. But no matter… At that small cottage, there were no minders, soldiers, ideologies or pestering superpowers in the way. The Cold War could burn out for all he cared. As long as we're together…

"Boldog évfordulót, Szerelmem," she whispered wistfully as they finally parted. For a moment, it looks like there were faint tears in her eyes. "Indivisibiliter ac Inseparabiliter. Here's to another hundred years."

The smile he returned to her was soft. "As do I, Meine Liebe. As do I."

Soon enough however, the Nation found himself pushed towards the edge of the piano. His lips met hers fiercely and just as quickly, struggling for dominance. It was a strange ritual, really. That they would have such intimacy with the same ferocity in battle as in bed…

"D-Do you intend to do it here?!" Austria managed to gasp as they parted. "T-This isn't the most proper place…"

Hungary's voice was coarse yet sultry, her green eyes glinting with lust. "Not enough time for that, dear. Besides, there's no one else around~"

It wasn't as though he was a stranger to such bold moves. With all their "special adventures" behind closed doors and away from the public eye, neither did he regret them. But it was a small reminder of the uncaring world outside. Still, all that seemed to fade away as a coy smirk lined Elizaveta's face.

"E-Eli…Gott…"

Before the aristocrat could react, she went up to untie his cravat in one brisk motion, nipping at his now open neck while her hands began pulling at his clothes. Or rather, practically tearing them from his body, starting with his shirt even as he tried feeling his lover's warmth through her ragged Communist uniform. In most other circumstances he would have found this to be an affront to his person. Except with you, liebchen. But halfway into pulling down his pants, she suddenly stopped as though something had hit her. He could see her arms shake a little as though forcing herself back, her chest heaving deeply.

"We…we could stop right here if this is too much," Hungary gasped with a tinge of anxiety, blushing a little as though afraid of what would happen. "It's so silly…me wanting this…"

Austria simply moved his free hand up to cup her face longingly, giving a gentle smile. "Don't we all, dear? After all, we're husband and wife." Even if no one else, let alone Prussia took their union seriously, it was something they and they alone really shared. But just as the Nation slowly moved down to her breasts, he felt a firm arm push back. "I-Is something the matter?"

A sultry grin returned to her face. "Nem. Allow me~" The Magyar began a lively if heated dance as she tore unceremoniously at her uniform. For all Roderich knew, it may be a perverse mockery of her people's so-called masters. Still, he found himself entranced at the ritual as more of her came into view with each article of clothing tossed aside. Until finally she pulled away what remained of her undergarments to reveal a seemingly frail and unhealthily thin body. He could only wonder just how many more scars or grime had appeared since their last encounter. And yet it was still unmistakably her.

"Beautiful…" The aristocrat breathed heavily as he reached out to hold Elizaveta's curved back. Only to notice her gingerly taking off his boxers, leaving both of them fully natural. "After this long…you never cease to amaze me. That y-"

He was cut off by a sharp yet tender kiss as she guided him towards the piano's chair. The Nation could feel her rough yet slender fingers toying with his hair while another hand traced his body ever lower towards his dignity. "You talk too much, Roderich. Now…" She moved teasingly to position herself on top of him, her hands pulling him towards her. "While there's still time…"

"Meine Liebe," The Nation whispered huskily as he gazed into her eyes. "We have all the time in the world." Then in one fluid motion, he found himself inside her.

For a second, he let her warmth envelop him, at once so familiar yet ever so enticing. Quickly holding her steady, he then began moving gently while leaving increasingly frantic marks down her neck and chest, only to feel her wanting more. Even as he found it harder to control himself, he could hear his dear Elizaveta moan and writhe in her native tongue, their rhythms melding into one. But as much as he desired release so badly, he used what was left of his strength to hold back long enough to feel her coming, her fingers clutching tightly, almost painfully into his back. You…deserve that much. It was only then that he sensed his own climax approaching, holding her tightly as though there was nothing else around them before finally filling her. As they rode it out, eyes closed, he brought their lips once more together. Indivisible and inseparable...He tried keeping the moment for as long as possible until all he could hear was their heartbeats. As much as the Nation knew how much of a lie such thoughts tend to be, a part of him wished it would last forever.

The soft silence was broken when Hungary finally opened her eyes. There was still a warm if blushing smile on her face as she slowly slid out from him, eventually sitting down to rest on his lap. But a dreary glint in her eyes appeared as she turned towards the window. Evening was approaching. Austria knew then that he would have to leave soon. But not right now.

"I miss this, you know?" she whispered with a tinge of sadness even while she kissed him chastely on his lips. The world outside may be moving again, but at least they still had this much. "So…till we meet again?"

Austria brought her in to one last embrace. "Ja…" He smiled one more time. "…to happier times."

For a brief moment, he thought he felt tears falling down his skin. "

To happier times…