Yeah, finally! Sorry for the mistakes, I will correct them later. Now, enjoy the plot.
What she's really thinking?
I entered Spain's house around 8 pm. There was already a lot of people, but as much as I was looking around, I hadn't seen Hungary (which was both relievable and disappointing). I was still feeling uneasy, because I was thinking on and on about France call from before the Easter.
"Hi, Feliks Łukasiewicz is speaking."
"Bonjour, Pologne."
"Oh, it's you, Francis."
"How are you? You seemed to not feeling well, when you've left my house."
"Yeah, I'm fine."
"Listen carefully, Pologne. I was wondering about your problem with Hungary and I think I have some solution."
"Yeah?" I lowered my voice, because I didn't want to be heard by Elizaveta.
"The best way to find out, if she loves you or not, is to make her jealous. I will split the gossip that you started to date with… I don't know… Ukraine? Oui, she will be ideal. You hang around with her a lot, lately."
"Are you, like, sure that's what should I do?"
"Oui, the best way to find out about woman's feelings for you, is making her jealous."
"But… I totally don't know, if it's a good thing. Katyusha would be sad about it."
"Trust me. Big brother France knows what he's doing."
"Don't go 'big brother France' with me, żabojadzie!"
"Look, Feliks. It's not like you have to flirt with Katia. You only have to talk to her and look like you're having good time. I will do the rest."
Oh well, it seemed that I have to, like, trust him. After all, he was the expert here. Still, knowing Francis, I could expect everything from him, so I was restless. I've promised to myself that if he will touch or even look at Ela in dirty way, I will cut off his penis.
I managed to spot Lithuania and Estonia, who was showing his brother something in computer. Roderich was talking with Feliciano, but it seemed that Romano was jealous, because he was doing everything to turn attention of his brother on himself. Peter ran to me and hid between coats of guest in the cupboard. I've understood, when I saw Raivis covering his eyes with hands and counting. I smiled. They were playing hide and seek. Then my eyes moved to Nordics, who were merrily talking at the bar and drinking some alcohol. Tino started to sing "Dancing Queen" and soon the rest of Scandinavia joined to him, but they weren't loud enough to wake up Heracles or even stop snorting.
Front doors opened. Ludwig and Gilbert had came, much to my discontent. Germany passed me by, but Prussia wrapped his hand around me and with this annoying smirk of his asked:
"So, Polen, ready to win your babe?"
"What?" I almost screamed with disbelief. I could feel how my cheeks are blushing. "You're helping France?"
"Oh, come on. You seriously thought that Awesome Me wouldn't make an awesome plan to get you together?"
"I have no idea, why you, like, helping me at all."
"Because Bad Touch Trio Matchmaking Agency works together." Then he leaned to me closer and whispered: "Besides, you will take that crazy woman and her damn frying pan away from me."
"Well that makes sense." I've said, rolling my eyes on the floor.
I and Gilbert went to living room. He quickly spotted his brother at the bar and joined to him. Meanwhile, I sat at the table. For a few minutes I was only observing everything around me, but then came Katia and took a seat beside me. She smiled to me, I was little nervous, but then we began to talk about our latest preparations for Euro2012. After ensuring each other that we're doing well and, for sure, manage to do it on time, we started to chat about random things. For a few minutes I forgot about war in Afghanistan, tragedy in Smolensk, my dizziness and Elizaveta, and I just enjoyed the nice conversation with my eastern neighbor.
It was so absorbing that I missed the moment, when Hungary had came. I hadn't seen, when she spotted me and started to observe us talking. I also hadn't seen the moment, when Bed Touch Trio began mocking her. Finally Antonio called everybody for dinner and the table had been filled with guests. I and Katia kept chit-chat with each other, but soon we've found out that we don't have any good topic to talk about. So I've decided to take care of my plate, while Katia turned to Natalia, who was sitting on her other side.
I rolled my eyes on the table and finally recognized Ela, who was sitting with Roderich. I was stunned to see her, even thought I was expecting her to be here. Suddenly light smile that was on her face, faded away and I knew, it was because of my surprised expression. Now I could see deep, heartbreaking sadness in those beautiful bright green eyes. My heart tighten in my chest. The woman I loved was sad. I wanted to go there and ask her what's wrong, but – on the other hand – I didn't have enough willpower to move from my seat and come to her side.
After dinner Antonio led us the living room, turn on the HiFi and screamed:
"Let's start the party!"
When the first song started to play, I didn't moved from my place. I was observing, what other nations were doing. Some returned to table, some went to Spain's bar, some were dancing or talking to each other. But one person wasn't doing any of this things. That person was just standing in the living room with the same sadness as before. Celine Dion from HiFi was singing about being alive, but Elizaveta – my dear, sweet Elizaveta – was sad. I started to come in her direction and she recognized it. But soon on my way stood Francis. He smiled at me, I tried to pass him by, but he moved aside and blocked me the way to Ela.
"What are you doing? I have to, like, go to her!" I yelled at him.
"Not yet, Pologne." He answered with calm expression on his face. "My observation hadn't stopped yet."
"You're playing with her feelings!" I threw my hands up.
"No, Pologne. I'm only doing my research, for you if I can remind you. When this party will be over, you will know what Elizaveta Hedevery really feels for you."
Suddenly Hungary was dragged by Prussia to the bar. They both sat down, Gilbert took some vodka, opened it and poured the water-like liquid to two glasses. Song in HiFi had changed, while I moved my gaze from them to Francis.
"What's he doing?" I asked. I had bad feelings about it.
"You once said that Hungary don't have a head to alcohol. And remember that drunk people can be more honest than when they are sober."
"So you want to make her drunk to find out, if she loves me?"
"Oui, mon ami. In fact it was Gilbert's idea."
"I'm gonna kill that bastard." I said and started to walk towards bar, but France caught my shoulder and stopped me.
"We won't do her anything bad. I promise. Now go to the table and have fun." He turned me around and led to my seat.
I took one last glance on the bar. Hungary seemed to be already dizzy and suddenly Russia sat beside Prussia. Ivan said something cheerfully, Gilbert responded with anger, then Ivan turned to Ela and told her something. She took another glass of vodka and then replied something short to him. He said something, while Hungary and Prussia emptied another glass. Suddenly Ela frowned, because of something Russia had told her, but then she screamed at him, I didn't quite know what exactly. However Ivan replied something calmly and with sarcastic smile, then he drew out from his coat another bottle of vodka and murmured something to Ela and Gilbert, before he left them.
They've ended their bottle and opened the one Russia gave them. I could easily see from the distance, how Ela is swaying on her seat because of dizziness. I was afraid, she will faint and bump her head on the furniture, so I discreetly, pretending that I want some drink, came to the bar. To my surprise, no one from Bad Touch Trio stopped me this time. Even Gilbert didn't bother that I sat beside him.
And that's when it happened.
She saw me, but from her dizzy look, body swaying on the chair and strong scent of alcohol, like she had drank whole brewery, I could make only one conclusion: Hungary was completely drank. She stood up, still observing me. I felt anxious, but I decided to stay. Someone will have to take her home and there was no way, I could leave her, especially since I knew, I was in love with her.
"Feliks, you bastard." She began. Her voice wasn't angry, it was rather… sad. "Don't you like me anymore? What happened to Polish-Hungarian Brotherhood?"
"Ela, I…" I started, but Prussia cut me out.
"Hush, Polen. Drank Hungary is honest Hungary."
"Shut up, you bastard!" She screamed at him, swaying a bit. Then turned once again to me. "Please, tell me, Feliks, that you don't hate me."
"Of course not, Ela…" I said.
"Then why you keep pushing me aside? Why you hadn't even came closer to me during this party? Am I ugly? Or maybe you want to be with Katia?"
"No!" I screamed. Then I tried to explain myself: "Nothing connects me with Katia, only international relations." I stood up from my chair and approached her. My hand rested on her shoulder. I sent Ela my most sincere smile, she looked at me with wide eyes. "I still consider you as my friend, Ela. I was avoiding you, because I was a little confused by certain thought."
She suddenly swayed back, losing her balance, but I managed to catch her. She looked at me and smiled widely. I was confused. I was holding the woman I love and didn't know what to do. I decided it was finally time to get out from this place and take her to bed. I lifted her up to carry her bridal style. People were staring at me. For a moment all conversations silenced, only music was making any noise. My cheeks flashed red from embarrassment.
But then Antonio came to me and said with friendly smile:
"I have plenty of guest rooms. She can rest in one of them."
"Thanks, Tonio." I grinned. But then I felt someone's hand on my cheek. I looked down and saw Ela still smiling at me.
"You're so cute, when you shy, Felek. It's the one of reasons, I love you."
I blushed even more, while she slowly closed her eyes and began to sleep in my arms. Spain and the rest of the Bad Touch Trio led me to one of the rooms on the ground floor. It was small room with white walls, single bed and one chair next to it, but the view at the window was quite nice – Spain's tomato garden. I rested limp body of Hungary on the bed and sat on the chair. I wanted some time to think, but there was no chance for it, because France sat on the edge of the bed, while Prussia and Spain leaned on the wall.
"So, Pologne." Francis began. "Let us tell you, what we had found out."
And so they told me about Hungary's obvious jealousy towards me and Ukraine, when they suggested that something is between us. I couldn't believe. Hungary was jealous of me? How come? I didn't know what to think. After all, friends also can be jealous of relations with other people. I didn't have to mean she was in love with me. And this confession made, when she was drank – drinkers were saying many things. Why I hadn't heard her saying "I love you", when she was drank many times earlier? But France, Prussia and Spain were certain.
"She is in love with you, Pologne. Everything is telling it."
"Believe Francis." Prussia added, smirking. "He can see things like that. No one can hide from him."
"You don't have to worry about anything." Spain said. "You can tell your loved one, how you feel."
"So we wish you luck, Pologne. Au revoir!"
They left us. I looked at sleeping face of Hungary, took her hand and gently kissed. I hadn't slept whole night, I was just watching her and thinking what to do. I wanted to tell her. I knew my heart won't take those tortures anymore. But on the other hand, I was afraid that she didn't love me and that when I will confess to her, she will be afraid of me and stop to be my friend. All the information from that day was spinning in my head. What if Bad Touch Trio was right? France was a country of love after all. It was hardly possible for him to be wrong in that matter. So was it true that Elizaveta was in love with me, like I was in her?
I was hesitant, until there was around 9 am, when Hungary moaned softly and slowly opened her eyes. After few seconds of silent observation ceiling, on her appeared grimace of pain. I assumed she had a headache. For a moment I was wondering, if I should tell her later, but when those green eyes landed on me, the words slipped on their own:
"I have to tell you something, Ela…" I took deep breath, looked into her eyes and said: "Kocham cię, Węgry."
