A/N: Like most of you guessed, Wrath was initially supposed to be Russia, but after reading one particular review about how it was nice that I used characters that didn't typically fit the sin, I decided to switch it to Hungary. Also I adore Austria/Hungary and I can't let a chance to write them slip through my fingers, lol. So please enjoy~

Edit: I really didn't like how this chapter went the first time so I decided to clean it up and re-upload it.

Disclaimer: Hetalia's not mine.

Seven Sinners:

Hungary

Wrath

If she was alone with time to think she would often ponder the nature of the anger. Sometime she wondered if it would best be called Anger—capital letter and all.

In her youth—when she had held the ideals of that of a boy—it had burned hot and untempered. It had been the force that guided her arrows, ensuring that each met its mark. Over time it had cooled, but not receded. It say heavy within her—a constant companion.

Most of the time it was in a state that she referred to as cold anger (Anger). It was a still and silent rage. An itch she couldn't scratch. It haunted her steps like a malevolent wraith and lurked in the peripheries of her vision.

She knew when it turn hot. When the rhythmic pounding in her temples began and the red haze obscured her vision. She was no stranger to this passionate fury that could rise up at the faintest trigger.

She did not fear her anger.

No.

She embraced it.

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The frying pan was her weapon of choice and with it she delivered swift justice. Battle calloused hands gripped the metal handle firmly, shoulder muscles contracting and relaxing as she raised the pan above her head and then brought it down in a smooth motion to crash against the skull of her enemy.

Today, said enemy was Prussia who now lay still on the elegantly crafted rug—a deep bruise already forming among the silver locks at the point of impact.

"You didn't have to do that." The small smile on Austria's face said otherwise as he gazed down at the body on his floor. "I could have sent him away myself."

"It was faster this way." Hungary grinned, fingers twitching slightly as she half hoped that Prussia would sit back up and give her another reason to implement the weapon she so loved.

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The anger had come upon her the instant she had stepped through the polished wood doors of Austria's house and had heard his voice as he harassed the man whom love had appointed her to protect.

"Isn't France looking for you? You two are together, are you not? Go bother him." Austria's voice—though heavy with irritation—had still made Hungary's heart skip a beat as she had neared the main hall. That voice that answered had immediately destroyed these pleasant feelings.

"Together? Nah, I wouldn't go that far. Even though I don't blame you for thinking so, cause I'm so awesome and everything. Who wouldn't want to be with me? The fact that you've been resistant to my charm all these centuries is completely unbelievable. I should have had you on your knees years ago."

Hungary could imagine Austria wincing and she had accurately guessed his reply as he said, "Please don't say such vulgar things. Now, I would appreciate it if you leave. I'm very busy."

With the furious heat already coursing through her body, Hungary had slipped into the kitchen, pieces of conversation still reaching her ever alert ears.

"God you're such a bore. You're almost as bad as West. Not that I'm surprised or anything since you guys live together." There was a pause and Hungary had almost burst through the wall screeching at the next comment. "The sex must be really good."

How dare he make such a suggestion? Although she herself had entertained similar fantasies in secret, to hear it from his filthy mouth completely ruined the erotic images and scenarios that she had created in her head.

"Don't make such presumptions!" Austria had gasped—the offended tone in his voice clear.

Prussia had laughed at this, the cackling sounds only adding to Hungary's fury. She had crept towards the main hall with the swift silence of the trained warrior she was, frying pan securely in hand.

"Don't lie to the awesome me! But hey, if West isn't up to your standards, I'm free. At least until France gets back from trying to have a threesome with America and England…don't think he'll have much luck there though. We don't even have to tell that crazy girlfriend of yours-"

It was here that Hungary had delivered the blow, leaving Prussia in an unconscious heap.

"I'm trying out a new cake recipe." Austria said finally as he noticed Hungary's increasing agitation. Without a distraction he didn't know how long she would be satisfied with Prussia being simply unconscious.

And the carpets had already been washed this week.

"That sounds lovely." Dropping the frying pan, Hungary followed Austria to the kitchen, barely resisting the urge to deliver one last kick to the still immobile Prussia.

There would be time when he woke up.

Cold Anger. It bubbled calmly beneath the surface.

A/N: I love Prussia, but he's so fun to abuse. Review, favorite, subscribe, etc. I love everything. Greed is up next. Let the guessing game begin~

With love

-dancer