Hungary hummed to herself as she poured the potion carefully into the wine bottle. It sounds harder than it was. The moment the mist hit the outside air it turned into pink liquid that almost forced itself into the bottle. Once it hit the drink it turned clear, disappearing in the burgundy depths. She stepped back, watching as the cork magically secured its place on top of the neck. Hungary couldn't help but marvel at the potion's power and she wondered if England had made it himself. If he had, then there's no guessing what else he could do. Hungary felt her heart thud when she thought about him ever finding out about her current mission.
The thought didn't keep her from setting the wine on the table. As she was straightening one of the only dresses she owned (one that was attractive, but didn't look formal), she heard the door open. Hungary held her breath as a haggard-looking Austria stumbled in the kitchen. "Hello."
"Austria!" Hungary placed her hand on his arm. He jumped a little. Their relationship wasn't very touchy-feely. "Have a drink!" Hungary uncorked the bottle and started pouring it into a glass.
"What's the special occasion?"
"I don't know. Just being alive. Oh, I forgot to turn of my iron upstairs! Go ahead and drink some. I'll be right back," Hungary said, leaving the room in a hurry. Austria picked up the glass and took a drink. The wine tasted a little floral. He was about to take another one when he heard the door slam open and a loud voice ring through the house.
"Hey, Hungary! Go drinking with me!" The pale form of Prussia burst into the kitchen. His crimson eyes narrowed at the sight of the Austrian. "Oh, I didn't think you were here." Austria shrugged. He wasn't in the mood to mess with him tonight. He finished the glass.
"Oh, wine! Well, since you're with her, Hungary isn't going to want to go out. I might as well get her drunk here!"
"You have no manners." Austria gritted his teeth, trying to ignore the sudden feelings he was having.
Prussia ignored him, drinking from a glass he had poured. The taste seemed to suit him and downed it barbarically, his pale throat moving. "Hey, Glasses, what's with your wine? It's making me feel funny…" He turned to look at Austria. Time froze, leaving only the feeling of flames moving through his stomach.
Prussia moved towards Austria, slamming him against the wall and shoving his tongue in his mouth.
Hungary was upstairs in the powder room being unusually girly. But if this was to be the night that they… reconnected after a century, then she needed to look as attractive as possible. She was awkwardly smoothing down her hair when she heard the sound of someone rummaging in her room nearby. Her heart felt like it was stuck in her ribcage.
She picked up her frying pan, which was leaning on the base of the sink, and snuck her way to the corner of her bedroom's doorframe. Her biggest fear had come true. Throughout her bringing the couples together, she had managed to catch a few pictures and even a few videos. The potion had made all the nations too enthralled with each other to notice her outside a window or even in a closet, so she was able to reap her prizes safely. She had hid all these in a box underneath her bed. A box England had found. He was stuffing all the evidence in a drawstring bag.
Hungary bolted downstairs. She would blame it on France or Japan or SOMEONE. She would say that they had planted it beneath her bed or that they had sold it to her. But right now her biggest goal was to get the potion bottle with the crystal topper, the one that was only barely full and was hidden at the back of a shelf full of glassware, and get rid of it for good. She was nearing the kitchen when she heard the strangest noise. Someone was chuckling deeply, their laughter having an erotic edge to it.
Hungary made her way silently to the doorway. Prussia was sitting on the counter, his white body exposed and his head leaned back. His eyes were clouded with pleasure and his arms looked dangerously about to give out. Her eyes traveled to Austria, who wasn't wearing his shirt. His head was in between Prussia's spread legs and he was devouring Prussia's….
She felt like she was about to faint. At first she felt a little turned on, but panic replaced any arousal. 'Prussia must have had the wine! But… It only works if they love each other…' Hungary was confused, but the sight of Prussia reaching his end distracted her. It wasn't that she didn't think Austria loved her. She knew he did and she knew Prussia loved her, too, but she never thought they had feelings for each other.
They were still, catching their breaths. Hungary grinned like a hungry cat. She could make this whole thing interesting and guard the bottle, too. She was about to step into the kitchen when she felt a hand on her shoulder. Hungary held back a scream.
"You're coming with me."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ So if you're wondering, Hungary didn't attack England with her frying pan because she didn't want assault added to the list. I'm not happy with this. I just don't like the dialogue! It's getting very, very, VERY close to the end! Thank you for all the reviews! :) Please review this one. I hope you enjoyed!