A/N: This little poem is a AustriaxHungary in Hungary point of view, and it's what is exactly my my way of thinking some times when I see some of the AusHun fictions out there.
Scatter like flies
I'm no good for you
You deserve someone else
Someone else to be your princess
...I can't be your princess
My tiara was thrown away
And my dress is in shreds
And the taste of being your princess
Disgusts me
I can't do it.
Just looking at the beautiful crowns
The sight sends a ghost down my spine
It's haunting my every breath
And it's cries are echoing in places were they shouldn't be.
Go away
I plead
To a shadow
A shadow of something that could be
Just please go away
I beg silently
I can't be a princess
(a princess in your game)