Somebody will have to take the first step eventually. Hungary and Austria will both have to leave their comfort zones in order to reach out to the other.

Chapter 2: Of courting your own spouse

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Hungary kept glancing in Austria's way while they both sat at the same table and did their weekly paperwork. Things had already been discussed beforehand and they were now finalizing some adjustments.

It has been a few days since she went on a hunt with Sissi, but her words still echoed loudly in Hungary's mind.

The agitated nation risked another glance in Austria's way. She was secretly searching for his eyes.

Sissi said to look into them and see what I find. But it's hard like this when his face is glued to the papers!

Hungary pouted.

"You seem troubled," Austria spoke suddenly, not even looking up. "What's the matter Ungarn?"

The female nation jumped in her seat. How did he know? When did he notice? Was her behavior so obvious...?

"You keep glancing at me and it's starting to become aggravating," Austria finally raised his head, indigo eyes meeting her emerald ones.

She stiffened immediately, feeling like a deer in front of a rifle's mouth.

"If you have something to say, please say it."

"Ah, nothing! It's really nothing!" Hungary quickly redirected her gaze and pretended like nothing happened. Her cheeks reddened slightly from embarrassement.

Austria raised an eyebrow. He fought a mental battle about whether to pursue the truth or not. What would be more beneficial in the long run?

"Is that so," he replied automatically.

And instantly gave a mental facepalm to himself. Now he might have just closed a door to a problem they could have discussed were he more persistent.

Silence filled the room and both of them continued to scribble on their respective papers.

It was killing both of them.

"A-anyway, I actually had something in mind," Hungary spoke up again, and Austria looked up immediately this time.

"Yes?"

"I made Dobostorta this morning and...ah, I thought I might share it with you," the female nation curled a strand of hair around her fingers, and her eyes tentatively edged upwards, cautiously rising to meet his gaze.

Austria stared at her in clear surprise. He hadn't had any Hungarian sweets in decades, if not in centuries. Ever since his relationship turned sour with Hungary, he couldn't bear to stomach anything that reminded him of her.

And it has been a good while since she had baked anything for him specifically.

Was he hallucinating right now? Was this some kind of joke? A prank?

Did they step up a level where they would casually share cakes together now? When did this development happen and why wasn't he aware?!

Hungary's cautious smile slowly turned into a worried thin line. Was I too straightforward?! she panicked.

"Oh, ah...yes, that's very kind of you. I-I feel like I could eat something sweet right now," he answered in a hurry when he realized he was just staring like an idiot.

Hungary's expression brightened immediately.

"Then I shall bring it here! Wait a second!" the female nation jumped up and left in a hurry, her long skirt swirling after her like a whirlwind.

Austria latched onto escaping papers and blinked a few times after his companion had left.

Was it so easy? He agrees to eat her cake and she beams like that? Was this a good sign? Did he do something good now?

Austria's heart was pounding in his ears. Now he might have a more solid idea about how to do things if she gets so excited over something as small as this is.

Maybe all they need is just an occassional retreat from their duties to just...enjoy some humanly thing like a cake?

Was this what Joseph had suggested a few days ago?

He didn't have time to muse on it any further because Hungary has returned with a large plate and placed it down after Austria cleared the table of stray papers.

Hungary carefully placed one slice of a very delicious-looking cake on a smaller plate and handed it to him, all the while smiling.

"Danke schön," he muttered, taking it and placing it in front him on the table.

She also took her portion, then plopped down in her chair and raised her small fork.

"Akkor jó étvágyat!"

"Guten Appetit!"

And so both of them started in on their sweets. Austria hummed in appreciation. Yes, Dobostorte was one of the newest and finest hungarian cakes. He could praise the well balanced flavors. But of course it wouldn't come close to the perfection that was Sachertorte. Nice try though.

"Do you like it?" Hungary asked, her observing eyes set on his features.

Austria blinked in panic.

"It's delicious," he answered, hoping that it was the best answer. For some reason he felt like she was waiting for something, looking for something, and he had no idea what or how to give it to her. So he could only hope he did well with that one.

She nodded, not disappointed, but not exactly pleased either.

Austria swallowed. This might not have been the best answer afterall.

"The caramellized top is the best part of it," he added. "It's also the cake's trademark, isn't it?"

Hungary finally smiled at that.

"Yeah, that's my favorite part too."

Austria cautiously signed it off as a win. He wondered if he should also make her Sachertorte as a thank you? Surely she would appreciate?

"You know," Austria placed a new slice on his plate with graceful movements, "I can make the cake the next time, if you wish."

Hungary glanced at him in surprise.

"Next time?"

"We could include some sweets more often to make paperwork look less intimidating," he reasoned, blushing only slightly. It was no secret that he had a sweet-tooth.

And to his biggest shock, Hungary beamed like the sun.

It was sealed then. Like a promise. From then on, whenever they had to sit together and do paperwork, they would have a cake, chocolate, cookies or other sweets. They took turns on who made them. Sometimes they even dared experiment with new sweets and asked the other to tell their opinion.

Hungary made Hungarian sweets, Austria made Austrian ones.

Between bites and scribbles, they would subtly compliment the other's handiwork.

Soon they realized these meetings are something they look forward to, and not just because of the food.

It was not much of a step, but it was a start.

And there was one time Sissi came in and stole a cookie while winking in Hungary's direction. Austria didn't notice. He was too busy watching the other nation licking crumbles off the top of her fingers.


The end of autumn provided a change in pace. The royal family, Joseph, Sissi and their children moved during the start of November and travelled over to Hungary. They had a clear destination, the freshly renovated castle in Gödöllő.

Sissi had visited the place before, during '66, because there was a military hospital in one of the buildings on the enormous estate and she wanted to see the Austrian soldiers being tended to. The young empress fell in love with the place at first sight and so the Hungarian government bought it for her. Just so she could move in and enjoy the castle. And she happily did, in the company of her family.

When this autumn the family moved there, Hungary didn't hesitate to volunteer coming with them since she couldn't wait to set foot on her land again.

Austria was more unsure though. He paced in his room for a while, pondering on what would be best, staying in Wien or going with the emperor and Hungary?

Then he reluctantly resigned to the wishes of the royal family and travelled all the way with them to Gödöllő.

The vast estate, the picturesque gardens and the romantic vibe of the whole place provided a sense of calm. Hungary was beaming too, and for some reason he found himself sighing in relief.

As long as she is pleased, she won't cause any trouble.

So they moved in, and Austria was offered his own spacious room. He even got a piano bought for him so he 'wouldn't feel lonely for the whole season' Hungary said.

Austria pouted slightly when she told him that.

"At least, I have some kind of company," he shot back, raising his chin in defiance, trying to look indifferent. "You on the other hand must be truly lonely, with your room being on the farthest end of the whole building."

Hungary blinked first, then broke into laughter.

"Oh, no Ausztria! You don't know yet! I chose that room because it's closest to the stable! I will have plenty of company!"

Austria just huffed, then dramatically turned from her to better inspect the room he is going to live in for the next few months.

"And look who's here!" Hungary suddenly chirped in a very cutesy voice so he looked back over his shoulder to see what she was refferring to.

Hungary happily crouched down and reached for the small animal that came meowing to her feet.

A cat. Of course.

"Hello there! You are the head of the house aren't you!" Hungary swept the black and white golden eyed cat into her arms and rose to her full height again.

"The dogs will make a chase if they ever see it," Austria remarked, shaking his head.

He couldn't fathom why women felt the need to pet and hug all animals in the world, regardless of being familiar with them or not. But if he had to pinpoint an animal he could tolerate or even like, then it was the dog. Dogs were loyal and obedient. He didn't require anything more.

Austria suddenly went rigid as he recalled what a certain albino has said a year ago.

"…why do you still treat her like a dog?"

His eyes immediately snapped to Hungary's face, afraid she could read his thoughts. But she was too immersed in talking to the cat, who didn't seem to mind and purred in delight as its head was scratched with affection it didn't even need to earn.

"I will make sure it won't come to that," Hungary smiled at the animal, then looked up at Austria. "The dogs will have to warm up to him eventually or we will have a problem."

Oh dear, Austria thought.

"Him?"

"Yeah, it's a boy. How shall we call him?"

Austria waved a hand dismissively.

"It's not important, Ungarn!"

"Not to you perhaps, but to me yes!" she pouted, hugging the cat even closer. "Fine, I will find a name for him! You go and pet your barking dogs instead!"

She left then quickly, taking the small animal along.

Austria sighed and rubbed his temple in exhaustion. She could make a fuss of the smallest things. It always unnerved him how easy it was to rile her up or have her snap, and then other times she would stay ridiculously calm in serious situations when you would expect her to explode.

He just couldn't find the right ways to read her properly. Hungary was the definition of an emotional rollercoaster. Her highs and downs intimidated him.

Ever since their new setup was established as political husband and wife, he made an attempt to just sit back and observe, leaving her to initiate any kind of advance if she so wished. Austria felt like if he didn't, he would step on cracking ice again and their current somewhat peaceful coexistence would crumble.

She could be such a head-ache.

But as their days in their new home started, Austria realized things might take a better turn now.

Hungary couldn't hide her excitement over the fact that she was the host this time and he was her guest. She made her best to show him around, have some of her nobles go and talk to the emperor, and of course, she went on hunts with Sissi too.

The two women spent so much time together, it was a rare sight not to see them together.

The kids too, enjoyed the freedom of the estate. This place wasn't Wien, they were far from the nosy Austrian aristocracy, so they could also loosen up a little.

Austria though, in fact, felt a little lonely. He wouldn't admit it out aloud of course.

With the emperor busy with his paperwork, Sissi and Hungary having their girl time all day and night, the kids playing with Hungarian noblekids, Austria found himself in a very unnatural situation: he had very little to do.

In Wien, this wouldn't put him in such a tough spot, as he could go on a concert, or a trip through his provinces anytime. But here, slightly secluded from his world, he found his only company was truly the piano.

Hungary was right afterall.

This afternoon too, long into November now, he just lay on the carpet of his room, the piano on his right, several music sheets scattered around him. He stared at the ceiling, lost in thoughts, tapping a finger against his chest to an inaudible rythym in his head.

His mind would never stop creating music.

"Meow!" a cat's voice interrupted his focus and Austria barely looked up from his state to see a certain black and white cat jog into the room through the slightly ajar door.

He always left the door like that in hope someone would eventually come in and converse with him.

Hungary sometimes did, but she would never stay long. It slightly saddened him.

"Oh, it's you," he let his head fall back. "If you step on my sheets you are going to regret it."

The cat didn't seem to listen as it continued its way, almost soundlessly nearing the man who lay sprawled on the ground. With careful steps, the animal went to the piano and inspected it from closer, then turned towards an annoyed looking Austria.

"What are you staring at?"

The cat meowed.

"I don't need your pity. I'm certainly not alone."

Golden eyes narrowed as if doubting him and detecting a lie.

Austria huffed.

"Look at yourself! You come to me now? Figures Hungary isn't that fond of you anymore and she no longer requires your company, does she?"

The cat lowered its bottom and sat, now cocking its head in a curious manner.

Austria stared at the animal for a while, trying to intimidate it through his violet eyes but he was failing miserably. Animals were irritating when they didn't read the air. Cats especially.

"Fine then. You may stay and mope, but I won't comfort you!"

The cat lay down then, burying its paws under its furry body. It looked perfectly pleased with the situation and that just irritated the man even more.

Austria looked away, trying to find his lost focus. His fingers were tapping on his chest again, playing a melody only he could hear in his head.

Soon the door opened and a certain female voice interrupted:

"Oh here you are!" Hungary's face brightened at the sight of the cat she has been looking for but as she stepped in, she realized that Austria laid on the ground as if knocked out by someone.

"Ausztria, are you alright?" she walked quickly up to him while trying not to step on any sheets.

She leaned into his line of vision, long brown curls cascading down over her shoulders, and he frowned up at her in an oddly relieved way.

"Ah, Ungarn, nice of you to visit me once in a millenia."

Hungary raised an eyebrow, taking him in in his sorry state. His dark wine colored hair sprawled on the carpet, his glasses slightly down his nose, his jabot ruffled and not exactly in place. And there were music sheets all over him.

"I came to see the cat," she pointed in the direction of said animal.

He stared back with a deadpan expression, which she couldn't help but giggle at.

"Oh come on! What's wrong? If you wanted some company, you could've left the house once in a while! You and Joseph always just sit inside! No wonder you get tired so easily!"

Austria made a face.

"Outside activities are tiresome. Plus you know I'm not fond of hunting, and I find riding for the sake of riding a waste of time."

"So you rather waste your time in here, staring at the ceiling alone?" she cocked her head with clear amusement in her voice.

She was making fun of him. Austria took a deep breath.

"It may look like I'm doing nothing, but I'm actually in the middle of composing. And now I just lost my focus because of you!"

Hungary smirked then, straightening to her full height.

"Well, if I'm in the way, then I better go and do something useful. Have fun composing!"

She made a show of going towards the door, but she heard the instant ruffle of sheets as Austria sat up and called after her:

"Wait, Ungarn..."

The female nation stopped in the door and glanced back with a knowing look.

Austria found himself unable to express his thoughts. He didn't want her to go yet. They could do anything, he just has to quickly come up with something that would interest her and...

"I'm listening," her smirk grew bigger and he felt his brain going that much slower. It felt like she was playing games with him now.

And didn't she say she came because of the cat...?

"On second thought some fresh air would help me focus better," he muttered and cautiously rose, collecting his sheets as they scattered even more around him.

"I bet!" Hungary grinned and turned to help him.

After collecting the papers and leaving them on the piano, Hungary swept the cat into her arms and beckoned towards Austria to follow her.

He did so with a small sigh. The two excited the castle and began their way into the depths of the gardens. Plants and bushes in all shapes and sizes decorated the estate, autumn flowers bloomed sheepishly, their petals still shimmering from waterdroplets left of the rain.

The air carried a kind of sleepiness only autumn could cast upon people and nature, yet the smell of freshness and water made it feel good to breathe.

Austria glanced over to Hungary on his right, slightly lost. He wanted to talk to her but only political topics came to mind and he wanted to avoid these topics at all cost. October just passed, a very touchy month for Hungary. Especially in their relationship. Better tread carefully on thin ice.

"The air gets chillier these days," he remarked absently. Oh right. Weather is a perfect topic for small-talk, and losers.

"It does. I like autumn though," Hungary smiled, her eyes still on the cat in her arms. It's like cats had some kind of magnetic ability to attract the female gaze.

Austria found it irritating.

"I wonder why. Women usually prefer spring."

"I do love spring more, but autumn comes second. The two are somewhat similar."

"As in total opposites?" Austria couldn't grasp her logic.

"No," Hungary chuckled, looking up then, "As in, it rains a lot."

"Oh."

"And the temperature is neither too hot or cold. It's just right."

Austria hummed in thought.

"What's yours?"

"My what?"

"Favorite season."

Austria thought for a moment.

"Hm, winter I think."

"Now that's an interesting choice. Why?"

"Ballroom-season. And Christmas. Lots of music and sweets," he listed, a small smile tugging at his lips as he recalled previous winters. "The house gets lively."

Hungary smiled knowingly.

"You are not lonely for a chance."

"Must you always rub it in?" his face fell immediately.

"Noo," she grinned, trying to act innocent. "But it's funny because you always frown like that."

"Then I may just stop frowning and cut the source of your amusement," Austria huffed with an even deeper frown, and Hungary's grin only widened at the sight.

"I can't take you seriously, Ausztria."

"You'd better do."

"Ah of course, but where would the fun go then?" Hungary chirped, batting her eyelashes innocently.

Austria released a loud sigh, knowing that no matter what he does, she will just continue to make fun of him. With her new status, she was free to express herself when near him because he could no longer snap at her, reprimand her and tell her to behave, and so she put up the habit of playing these games with him. Austria wasn't sure whether this is a good development or a foreboding sign.

However, before he could have overanalyzed this thought, the cat perked up in Hungary's arms at the sound of a dog's sudden bark.

"Oh my..." Austria realized that two of the royal couple's dogs have appeared before them, and to their chagrin, the canines noticed the poor feline.

"Uh, not again!" Hungary tightened her hold around the cat as she turned sharply in the opposite direction.

Austria didn't even have the time to say anything, she broke into a dash and disappeared among the bushes. The dogs ran barking after her, not even paying attention to the dumbfounded Austrian man.

A second later he snapped back to reality and hastily started towards where Hungary has left.

"Diana, Plato zum Fuß! Sofort! Zum Fuß!" he shouted after the dogs, but to no avail.

It's like all commands flew over their heads just because they saw a cat. This wasn't the first time they came across the feline and gave a chase, but Austria has never been there to witness it. And he would have preferred Hungary not involved in the whole thing. A lady never runs around with a cat in hand while chased by dogs! Even the thought sounds utterly ridiculous!

Thank the Heavens, they are not in Wien so he can be lenient in this case, but he definitely isn't happy about having to hurry after a bunch of animals plus his wife.

The chase ended under one of the walnut trees. Much to Austria's horror, Hungary pulled herself up to the lowest branch and decided to dangle her feet while laughing merrily at the furious dogs barking under her.

The cat already jumped out of her hold and decided to climb higher on the tree for a safer place.

How did this woman climb up so fast in such a skirt?! Austria stared in awe while coming to shepherd the dogs away.

"That was a good run!" Hungary grinned but he only answered with a frown.

"You know Ungarn, a true lady…"

"Never runs, I know, but where is the fun in that? Besides, I'm a soldier too, I run around all the time," she shrugged nonchalantly.

Austria managed convince dogs to go back to their owner and then he crossed his arms as he turned towards the impossible woman above him.

"Hey Ausztria, how about you catch the lady like the valiant gentleman you are?" Hungary wiggled her eyebrows as a warning and Austria paled when she leaned forward, letting gravity pull her down.

Right into his hastily opened arms. To his credit, he caught her in time, but his fragility showed immediately because his knees buckled under the weight and both of them fell, sprawling on the humid grass.

Hungary laughed loudly and heartily. It echoed in his ears like the sound of small bells in a cathedral, sweet and pure. And it resonated through her body into his as she laid atop him, refusing to get up or move away.

Austria laid like that stunned, breath caught in shock as he tried to take it all in: the sound of her voice, her feel of her figure, the lavender scent of her hair.

When she pushed herself up and patted his chest, it felt like she moved away too quickly although she didn't.

"Thanks for the save. You are softer than I thought."

He didn't know how to answer to that so he only kept staring at her with wide eyes. What a sight she was….

"Ah, your clothes got dirty…sorry for that," she pinched the sleeve of his coat, then stood and offered a hand:

"Lets go back for now!"

And so he rose with her help and forgot to complain, because, well, what was there to complain about?


As autumn came to and end and gave place for winter, the whole Court became busy with preparations. It was ball season. And Christmas.

The royal couple did their best to grant the many wishes of their advisors in handling this year's ball season and then the eventual Christmas ceremony.

Austria and Hungary both tried to help wherever they could with small inputs, but as usual, their involvement was very little. Humans always knew what they wanted and didn't really need their nation's opinion on it.

Still, anxiety hung in the air. It could be felt mostly when the two nations were in one room and were asked about how to make the traditions more interesting this year.

Hungary bit her lower lip. How could she answer such questions? Traditions were always a touchy subject. Personally, she would have preferred more Hungarian influence in the whole event. But she knew Austrians stretch only so far, and although they would let Hungarian snacks and even decorations into the picture, they wouldn't be comfortable with more than that.

Ball events were more or less fine, but Christmas was another thing. The main issue here is that while Austria was strictly Catholic, she was Protestant. Church ceremonies and places just simply couldn't be harmonized.

With a sigh, she resigned to the harsh reality that, again, she will have to surrender to Austria's wishes and just adapt to whatever plan his people came up with. Or she will just go home and celebrate Christmas among her people.

Now that's a good idea.

The royal family's Christmas Eve isn't that enjoyable anyway, with them sharing their time beside the tree in a very public setting, among other nobles and such. 'Family time' didn't fit the image.

So Hungary figured it wouldn't be that bad to just blend into the background this year too.

This didn't mean she wasn't saddened by this prospect.

Sissi was the first to notice Hungary's slow shift in mood through the days of the preparations. The young empress sought the female nation out in her room, entering without knocking at all.

"Frau Héderváry," she called.

Hungary was sprawled out on her queen-sized bed and just stared blankly at the ceiling. At her name being called, she looked up to see Elisabeth coming closer with worry all over her face.

"Yes? Is there something wrong?" Hungary sat up immediately while smoothing the wrinkles out on her juniper-green dress.

"I should be the one asking that," Sissi touched the doorframe but didn't sit. "You've been unusually quiet for the past few days. I think something is bothering you."

Hungary smiled softly and shook her head.

"Nothing to worry about, Elisabeth. Really."

Sissi raised an eyebrow in clear doubt.

Hungary couldn't stand that look for long and gave in with a sigh.

"It's just...Christmas. I feel like...I feel like I'll be lost this year again. Lost in the crowd of Austrians, standing with the Hungarian nobles, barely acknowledged. Like every other year I celebrated Christmas in this house."

Sissi quickly sat at Hungary's side, reaching for the nation's hand.

"No, don't say that! You are Osztrák-Magyar Monarchia now! You'll be acknowledged!"

"I barely see anything of mine in the plan this year. I'm not mad at you, don't misunderstand," Hungary casted her eyes down, placing a hand on the empress' delicate one. "But I've known Ausztria for a long time now. He follows his traditions faithfully. Well, as he should be as a nation. It's just too hard to make it work with mine."

Sissi frowned, thinking about what to say. She couldn't accept the situation like this. Hungary can't feel out of place on such a Holy Night. Even if traditions differ, even if religions differ...

"Why don't...give him a reason?" Sissi suddenly perked up. "Maybe the traditional events can't be synchronized, but there are many other things that can be done!"

Hungary glanced up at her in confusion.

"Well, I've already ordered an army of bejgli and zserbó..."

"That's very good but it's not what I mean!" Sissi's eyes gained a mischievous glint. She looked like she already had a plan.

"Then what's the idea?" Hungary couldn't help but be curious. She had to admit, if anyone could sneak Hungarian elements into the Christmas Event, then it was Sissi.

The young empress beckoned to the nation to lean closer so the other woman could whisper into her ear.

After a few moments Hungary perked up, her eyes shining with determination.

"That could work! It all depends on him though."

"Believe me, he won't disappoint," Sissi proudly straightened her back and smiled reassuringly.

"Well then...I've got only a few days to get it for him..." Hungary bit her lower lip, trying to spontenously formulate a plan.

She was going to get a gift for Austria, give it to him before the Christmas ball and see what he chooses. If he abides by her wish, he would show great honor to her nation. If not, well, then things would proceed like they had any year before.

But she would be severely disappointed too.

With the idea in mind, Hungary thanked Sissi for once again advising her, then set out to accomplish her goal before time was up. Next day she asked for a carriage, went to the train station and left to Buda in a hurry.

No guards, no escorts, just herself. It was a risky move, though not because she couldn't hold her own.

Her strength had swelled whenever she travelled home. The land provided her with a sense of familiarity. She came home.

Upon arriving to Buda, the first thing she did was getting hold of Prime Minister Andrássy. The man was busy with parliamental business but when he got the message she was requesting him, he immediately left his duties to see what he can help with.

"Why did you come alone?" Andrássy went white when he learned that she came on a whim, without informing anyone.

"I'm on a secret mission," Hungary smiled cheekely. "And it's for the sake of honoring our nation on this year's Christmas ball in Wien."

"Is that so..." Andrássy frowned in doubt. "What do you need to do then?"

"Please contact your best tailor for me. I need a favor."

Although the request surprised the man, he made the deal possible on the same day. Hungary decided to stay for a few more and wait until the product was done so she could carefully pack it together.

Meanwhile, back in Wien, the Court was buzzing in alarm.

Hungary had simply disappeared.

Austria first didn't even notice, only when that certain day she didn't show up for their usual afternoon meeting. It became a custom that Tuesdays and Thursdays were paperwork days, when they would sit together and discuss all the matters that has been left to them by the emperor's hand. These were the days when they would bake things and indulge in idle conversations.

Austria loved Tuesdays and Thursdays. Their time was spent in a useful but also pleasant way.

This Tuesday, he was the one in line to bake something and he had already set everything up on the table: paperwork in shared piles, delicious Sachertorte on display, plates and forks ready, napkins neatly folded.

Just perfect. Chef's kiss.

But then the clock ticked and Hungary didn't show. He hated when people kept him waiting. Even still, he figured she would eventually come. But then the minutes passed and he grew all the more agitated.

What is keeping her so long?

Austria kept glaring at the cake. He huffed dramatically at one point. Then his face contorted into an ugly frown as he stood abruptly from his seat. Marching out of the small saloon, he called for a servant.

The maid couldn't tell where Hungary was but immediately went in search for her. Minutes passed again, then more people were asked, more places were searched and even the stable was checked to see if she left out for a ride. Her horse was in its place.

Dread filled Austria's chest as the more people in the building were tasked to drop whatever they were doing to go search for the female nation but still found no trace of her.

"Isn't it obvious?" Archduchess Sofia asked from behind Austria, when he went to ask Joseph directly in his office and the Archduchess happened to be there too.

Joseph and Austria looked at her questioningly in unison. The nation tried to hide the panicked look on his face.

"She left. Probably on a whim," the Archduchess rolled her eyes.

Austria's stared in shock.

"No! Why would she? Surely she would have told someone!"

"My dear, you know how she can be. That girl probably had something that picked at her nerves and couldn't help but run. As she always does. I'm pretty sure she intends to set us back on preparations."

Austria shared a look of urgency with Joseph.

"I will try to find out her location. Pardon my intrusion Your Majesty, please leave the matter to me."

Joseph nodded and dismissed him. Austria did not hesitate to leave the office and head towards the closest guard post.

What is going on? Why did she disappear without informing anyone? Is this supposed to be a prank? Did...did I do something? Did I say something? Did I upset her and didn't notice? Surely I would've spotted if something was amiss!

As he turned on the corner, he almost collided with a woman coming from the opposite direction.

"Herr Edelstein!" Sissi exclaimed. She was in her riding attire and it seemed like she just returned from the woods.

"Ah, sorry Elisabeth but I'm in a hurry," Austria apologized hastily and would have already been on his way were it not for the lady to stop him with a hand.

"I've heard the rumor! Frau Héderváry is alright, no need to panic!" she said quickly, hoping to grab his attention.

Austria immediately froze.

"Where is she then?!"

Sissi looked at the nation in clear surprise, then a smile bloomed on her face and she chuckled, much to Austria's confusion.

"She went home this morning. It's supposed to be a secret but I see now what a big fuss her disappearance has caused."

"W-what? Why would she go...? Elisabeth, why did she go home?!" Austria couldn't help the ever rising unease in his chest. He felt like he did something wrong and the comfort of the past few months had been thrown out the window.

What could have urged Hungary to leave in such a hurry, and on top of that, in secret? Was she hiding from him? Escaping from him? Why now? Why before Christmas of all time?!

"Herr Edelstein," Sissi's look softened, as if seeing into his very soul and realizing the turmoil and panic. She offered him a reassuring smile. "She won't be away for long, she just has to deal with some things before the Holiday. Frau Héderváry has promised me that she'll be back in time."

Austria's panic ebbed away but a dull pain remained in his heart instead. He straightened his back and casted his eyes down, a frown settling on his face.

"Why didn't she tell me..."

His words came out so quietly Sissi almost missed it.

"Do not worry, Herr Edelstein," she tried to cheer him up, but he kept staring at his shoes, utterly confused. "She wasn't in a bad mood and she holds no grudge against you."

Austria looked up then, trying to fight the urge to believe her words. Because how could he believe that? No, Hungary surely had a problem with him. There is no other explanation.

"Trust her. She will return soon."

Austria clenched his fists.

She better comes home in time!


Three days have passed and Austria grew all the more agitated. Sissi kept assuring him that everything will be fine, but in truth, he felt anything but fine.

Knowing nothing of Hungary's whereabouts, her condition, her goals, he felt like he had lost her completely.

At the last night before the Holiday events began, he had given up hoping. She would not return for the Holy Night. She went home because she wants to be among her people. Surely that's the explanation. Or she just really hates his guts and can't stand to see his face. Neither options brightened his mood.

So when he returned to his room that evening, tired, stressed, helpless, he almost missed the article that was sprawled out on his bed.

But upon glancing at his bed the second time, he realized he was seeing something that doesn't belong there so he marched up to it and blinked in confusion.

An ink-blue mente laid before him with an undershirt, pants and boots beside it prepared as well. There was a small letter on the mente's neck and he lifted it, unfolding it so he could read the message.

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"Dearest Austria,

I know you are probably upset because I left without telling you. I owe you an apology. I wish to make up for the trouble and I also wanted to gift you something this year. You surely understand these articles were quite a hassle to get in such a hurry, but I got them tailored to your measurements. My only wish is for you to wear these at the Christmas ball. It would mean a lot to me.

Yours Sincerely,

Hungary"

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Austria skimmed through the letter one more time. Then again and again.

Dearest Austria! She just called him 'dearest'! Austria felt like he was about to lose his balance so he hastily sat down on the edge of his bed, trying to get a hold on his currently turbulent emotions.

Such neatly written letters. Such a simple, yet endearing handwriting. And she called him dearest.

Austria glanced at the mente laying beside him. It was made of an expensive material, masterfully tailored, and tastefully decorated with all the Hungarian elements that were easy to distinguish. Even the pants were tailored in the same manner. The boots were shiny, fresh and new too.

She asked him to wear these for the ball. He would normally wear his bright red and white royal trappings, but maybe this year he could make an exeption. For her.

If it made her happy...then he would wear them. Even if some of the Austrian aristocrats (and Sophia probably) will scoff at him in disgust.

He will wear them.

But only on one condition.


Hungary awakened the next morning with excitement bubbling in her chest. She just returned the previous day, in complete secret. Making a fuss about her arrival would have spoiled the surprise.

Austria must have read her letter by now. He was probably considering her request even now.

She wondered what his answer will be. Even though the request was simple, Hungary couldn't help but feel afraid. What if he takes her approach the wrong way?

There were so many ways for this to go wrong. She did not intend to offend him, but she might have. Who knows, she will have to wait till the ball.

With that in mind, she rose and got herself ready for the day. She will have to choose a dress, get a good bath, make last minute checks on the things she has ordered to be prepared, then return to her room and beauty up for the ball.

She must be radiant on such a Holy Night. These snobbish aristocrats must see the radiance of a true Hungarian beauty! All men will want to dance with her, all women will stare jealously when she passes by them.

She will own the ball tonight, if not for else then out of spite.

With her cheerfully stubborn mood set in place, she went ahead to do the things she had planned.

The maids she had requested as her aid hastily led her around the kitchen, showing her the army of bejgli and zserbó she had talked Sissi about. Hungary couldn't help herself and swallowed a piece of zserbó when no one was looking.

"Everything is ready Frau Héderváry!" the maids reassured her and Hungary loudly thanked their efforts. She wanted to make sure they know she appreciates what they are doing.

There had been a time when she was just one among them afterall. She knew how stressful these preparations can be.

After running a few more check-ups, she had her lunch with Sissi, then she returned to her room in the circle of another set of maids who were ordered to help her get ready for the evening.

Preening could take hours. Hungary couldn't deny that she loved this part as much as she hated it. But the end result is the main point, so she supposed she can endure.

When she opened her closet full of wonderful, expensive dresses, she already had one in mind but then the head maid cleared her throath.

"Hm?" Hungary looked over her shoulder and found the maids holding a dress out for her. It surely didn't belong to her. At least she didn't remember ever seeing it.

It was a rose-red dress with a lose, flowing end. The top of the bodice had white lace covering most of her chest area and her shoulders. It looked simple, yet radiant. It made her think of a certain someone.

She blinked in surprise when the head maid placed a letter in her palm.

Hungary murmured a thank you, then unfolded the paper. Her heart almost skipped when her eyes fell on the elegant cursive handwriting.

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"My dear Hungary,

I've received your message. You've once again caught me off-guard, and I assume you will continue to do so. I must thank you for the thoughtful gift since you've travelled a long way to get it for me. As for the request, all I have to say is, I also have a wish. Please wear this on the ball and I will grant your wish in return.

Yours Sincerely,

Austria"

Hungary couldn't help the small shriek that left her mouth, and she caught her hand to cover up the unholy sound.

The maids jumped in concern but then saw her beaming eyes and halted in motion.

"What does it say Miss Héderváry?"

Hungary just shook her head, a laugh escaping her. She had no idea what caused more excitement, the fact that he is willing to grant her wish, or the way he addressed her.

My dear Hungary.

"He agreed! I can't believe he did!" she giggled, holding the letter to her chest like it was a precious gift she will never let go of.

Looking at the red and white dress, now she understood.

She will wear it. For him. She will absolutely wear it.


"Oh, you look dashing Herr Edelstein!" Sissi gaped at the sight of Austria entering the room where the royal couple waited, ready to part for the ball in any minute.

The other family members in the room also turned in his way and the nation was all too aware of the looks he was getting from some of them.

He held his head high and nodded towards his rulers with respect.

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

"I wonder where you got the outfit from," Joseph smiled knowingly.

Austria realized that the two might know something.

"Y-you knew?" he asked quietly, surprised.

Sissi stiffled a giggle and Joseph innocently smiled.

"Oh, no, no way. We know of nothing. Is that right, my dear?" Joseph glanced at his wife who returned the look with a grin.

"Right. Nothing."

Austria suddenly felt like this was all just a setup and everybody was aware, only he had been kept in the dark. And he had stressed himself out these last days pointlessly, thinking that the Empire was in danger and Hungary was mad again, only to turn out she just wanted him to wear her clothes.

"Enough of this," Archduchess Sophia interrupted, stepping up to the trio with clear discontentment in her eyes as she took Austria in.

"And what about you? Why are you wearing ungarischer Galaanzug? Where are the colors of the proud austrian flag?"

The nation's jaw tightened. He expected such so he had prepared a very simple answer:

"I just felt like wearing it."

Sophia's eyes narrowed.

"This is her doing right? Now that she is your wife she feels like she can demand whatever she wants...!"

"She demanded nothing," Austria cut in, slightly raising his voice in irritation.

Sophia looked at him as if he had just slapped her in the face. Such tone from the always polite Austria!

Joseph and Sissi exchanged concerned glances. Butting heads with Sophie was a bad idea, but butting heads with their own nation seemed like an equally bad idea. Especially on Christmas Eve.

"I'm here!" Hungary burst into the room unexpectedly, and all eyes turned to her. She was holding the hem of her crimson red dress and it looked like she had been running half the way here. She was late indeed.

Austria's heart skipped a beat. She finally showed up! His breath hitched at the sight of her rosy lips, her tied up hair decorated with her favourite pink flowers, her perfect shoulders exposed above the snowy white lace, the dress hugging her soft curves, the intense crimson color and flow of the materfial making it appear like billowy fire.

She is wearing it. That's all he could think of. She is wearing it!

Hungary stopped in the door as well, as if frozen in place. Instantly, her eyes landed on the most prominent figure in the room: Austria.

Always elegant and noble Austria, clad in díszmagyar. The ink-blue color brought his indigo eyes out just like she predicted. The black accents and the knee-length boots emphasized his slim figure, the mente gave him regal air. He has always been a handsome man, that much was obvious. But now he looked stunning in her eyes. He felt more familiar in that moment than ever before.

Her face brightened, taking him in with pride swelling in her chest as she started towards them.

He is wearing it! That's all she could think of. He is WEARING IT!

Many eyes followed her figure as she passed by. Only Austria stared unblinking, taking her in as she approached in his colors.

"Ah, I think we've found the flag you were missing, Mother," Joseph nodded towards Hungary with an amused smile, but Sophia only tightened her lips.

She glared daggers at the Hungarian who joined them.

"Pardon for being late," Hungary bowed her head, then excitedly beamed up at the other nation, "Ausztria, you look dashing!"

The man merely blinked and got flustered immediately.

She said he looked dashing.

"Uh-oh-y-you look nice yourself!" he tried to gather his bearings but mentally facepalmed at the sad attempt. He could have said anything but 'nice', really anything that sounds more poetic and flowery, but no, he said plainly like a lowlife 'nice'.

"You think?" Hungary held her dress and turned once, the material swirling around her. She was smiling widely and probably haven't noticed his slip.

"Yes," he took a calming breath and mustered a polite smile he had often practiced, "You are a rare kind of beautiful."

Hungary glanced up at him again, this time with large roses blooming on her face. Her lips parted in a surprised 'oh'.

Behind Austria, Joseph and Sissi exchanged knowing glances, grinning ear to ear. Sophia forgot to roll her eyes, she was that affronted by the display.

"It is time, your Majesties!" one of the servants called out, halting any conversation that could have followed.

Austria and Hungary also snapped out of whatever daze they fell into. Turning towards the entrance door that would be soon opened, Austria held his arm out and Hungary linked hers with his. She glanced up at him, still mesmerized by his features and the overall look of him in díszmagyar.

He glimpsed her way and immediately regretted it because he caught himself stiffening from the way she was looking at him.

He had long been trying to get her to look at him like that. And now that she did, he realized he doesn't know what to do.

"Thank you," he whispered, slightly inclining his head towards her. She leaned closer in response, her ear brushing his shoulder.

"For what?"

"For granting my wish."

Hungary chuckled and gifted him the most genuine smile he had seen so far.

"I should be the one saying that. Thank you, Ausztria."


The Christmas tree was lit and the people who gathered at the ball cheered. People from all nationalities in the Empire were present too. The pair spotted Czechia and Slovakia wandering among the crowd with their people. In normal circumstances Hungary would have followed them around to keep an eye on them. But this time she figured she could let them wander till their heart's content.

Instead, Hungary searched for Hungarians in the crowd with her gaze, smiling widely whenever she spotted one. They also grinned in her way when they recognized her.

This year's eve already felt like a breath of fresh air compared to her previous experiences. Hungary wasn't feeling completely out of place when she stood next to Austria.

He looked like one of her people with the exception of the very clear regal Austrian air he carried, but other than that, he was a sight to behold.

The Hungarian participants couldn't praise him enough. He started to get flustered as the more attention he gained, much to Hungary's amusement.

"They love you," she remarked with a playful smile when they parted from their previous guests to go and welcome other ones.

Austria cleared his throath, trying to obtain an indifferent look.

"Yes, they've clearly expressed their excitement."

"I'm happy too," she smiled a fond smile, hugging his arm with both hands now, leaning against his shoulder.

Austria's head was reeling.

"I'm glad I could be the source," he mumbled.

Another pair of guests had stepped up to them and bowed before the nations. Hungary welcomed them in good spirit, taking on the role of the main conversationist, much to Austria's relief. She was much better at communicating with people. It isn't that he couldn't express himself, it's just he always remained distant and indifferent and when people realized this they parted from him in belief he wasn't interested.

When they two were about to move on, it was announced that dancing would start in a minute.

The two exchanged looks and Austria raised a hand with his palm facing up.

"May I have this dance?"

"Isn't that obvious," she giggled, unfolding her hold on his arm and placing her hand in his.

They joined the other couples lining up, men on one side, women on the opposite. Austria kept his gaze on her and she didn't lose sight of him either. The participants bowed, women pinching their dresses, heads facing down, and hearts flew before the music started.

The melody started and so did the first steps, women and men approaching each other, hands clasping, pairs turning once around each other, creating a small distance then coming back together again.

Austria and Hungary were lost among the humans, moving and acting like they belonged between them.

But the royal couple didn't lose sight of them, although their chairs stood further on a platform. Sissi sighed in contentment, looking towards Joseph with relief who looked just as please with the evening so far.

"You did well, my dear," the young emperor commented, turning his head in her direction. "I like what I'm seeing."

"I didn't do much to be honest," Sissi batted away the praise with a wide smile. "They just needed a little push. The rest they did themselves."

"Still, I'm surprised they've started getting along so soon. If it weren't for you, none of them would've made a move."

"That might be true. Nations...I can't say I understand them, but I get the impression that they are very lonely people. And their own kind, who they live with for centuries, understands them the least."

Joseph blinked in surprise, unsure of what to answer.

The next dance brought a new set of partners. Hungary was whisked away by a Hungarian noble while Austria by an Austrian noble lady. Both of them resigned to the situation without much fuss because it was part of etiquette and also part of the ball.

Still, while dancing with different partners, the two nations kept stealing glances towards the other.

A swirling red dress in the corner of his eye.

A flourish of ink-blue in the periphery of her vision.

Just a little bit later, they individually stepped away from the dancers and joined the guests by the tables lined with christmas snacks, conversing in a polite manner as their roles required. Both knew their places, their duties. So eventually, they lost sight of the other at some point.

"Congratulations again, I guess," Czechia's voice made Hungary turn when she was just about to wolf down a few pieces of bejgli.

"Ah, nice to see you. You look pretty," Hungary forced a smile.

Czechia wore a pale blue dress with long white gooves. She put her hair up in a beautifully decorated bun and braids.

"Same to you," Czechia ran her gaze over the other nation, then she looked into the crowd again as if searching for someone. "What a sight. You managed to get Rakousko to wear your clothes. Impressive."

Hungary stiffened, noticing the edge of the words.

"He didn't need much convincing," she replied carefully. What did Czechia want? Was she still resentful because Austria and her rejected the idea of a tripartite monarchy? Surely she wasn't?

"Yeah, well, you can be persuading without throwing fists too."

"Are you going somewehere with this?"

Czechia finally gazed at her again, those lilac eyes burning Hungary with untold envy.

"I guess I just wanted to ask if you're enjoying yourself?"

"I…"

"You look like you've achieved something. It must feel good to have the power to influence him like that."

Hungary gasped in offense. Certainly, Czechia didn't come to have a friendly chat. I suppose she is still resentful because of the tripartite monarchy thing.

"Don't assume that I can influence him any way I want!" she retorted, regaining her fierceness.

"Then what's there to be proud of? If you can't influence him, what has changed?"

Hungary's mouth fell shut. Things changed a lot. The way they communicated, things they shared, the opinions exchanged…it all was influential, wasn't it? Or was it not? She prouded herself these past months, feeling like she had more power than before. But wasn't she being careful all the time, checking Austria's reaction as if the world could cave in any moment she makes a wrong move?

Did she have real influence, or was she just kidding herself?

"I'm sorry but I need some fresh air," she said, excusing herself from the other nation. Her eyes wandered for a second but she couldn't spot Austria.

With slight disappointment, she headed for the closest balcony and stepped out into the cold without thinking. The freezing night air bit her cheeks and a shiver ran down her spine.

Much better.

The female nation rolled her shoulders and rubbed her temple as she walked to the marble handrails and swept the snow off the cold surface of the stone.

Finally, some fresh air. She must calm down and forget the whole thing….

"Here you are," a voice interrupted her and she glanced over her shoulder to see Sophia approaching with careful steps.

Oh, no way!

The Archduchess looked more displeased than usual and Hungary had an idea why.

"Your Majesty," she nodded but didn't bow. Even her words sounded like a snarl.

Sophia better stays away now. Hungary didn't have the mood to argue or pick up a fight with snobbish aristocrats. Her tolerance has been lost ages ago.

"Still the impolite child, I see," Sophia regarded her, snapping the fan open in her hands to hide her mouth behind it. Her calculating eyes glinted in the moonlight.

"I see myself as free-spirited. And I'm much older than you, I recall."

"Age isn't a benchmark for maturity. You still have very much to learn, young one."

"I learn in my own time, by my own pace. You humans wouldn't understand a nation's level of maturity anyway."

"We may not, but we can do something about it. Look at Österreich," Sophia beckoned towards the noisy ball room behind her. "He has matured quickly. What a fine gentleman he is. My ancestors raised him well."

Hungary's jaw tightened because she knew what was coming.

She was being compared to him again. Always being compared. Always being looked down. Always feeling like a lesser, uglier version of Austria.

"Too bad your influence brings out his less finer side," Sophia continued, throwing a dagger through her eyes.

Hungary gasped, offended in more way than one. Again. This accusation again.

"As if I could influence him in any way! Don't be ridiculous!" she snapped in defense.

"Enough of this Frau Héderváry. You think I can't see your schemes? I hereby warn you that whatever you plan this time, it will be crushed before it comes to fruition."

"I-I don't plan anything!" Hungary's eyes widened.

What is this woman talking about? What had she done to raise suspicions?

"Still denying the obvious?" Sophia's voice gained an edge. She was loosing her patience. "You cunning little girl, winding him around your finger, seducing him, only to strike him when he least expects it. I won't allow it!"

Hungary's jaw slackened, her arms hung limply at her sides.

What? WHAT?!

"How dare you...!" the nation was about to spat cusses at the woman but quickly halted her own tongue, remembering that this is a holy evening. She is supposed to be at her best behavior.

Gritting her teeth, she took a deep breath. Balling her fists, Hungary stomped away by the princess and headed back into the noise of the ball.

She was seeing red. She has to search for a place to hide and something to punch.

Austria, who stood close enough and was currently chatting with a few nobles, noticed a quickly moving red and white figure. She emitted fire and was leaving the ballroom like a mad whirlwind.

"Ah, excuse me," he barely beckoned to the humans before he hastily started in the direction where Hungary left.

What on Earth could happen in such a short time to enrage her so?! Austria worried that one of his people might have offended her or a man pushed her too far, but most of all he feared he might have done something wrong again.

As usual.

Austria reached the doors and the guards nodded when he passed by. After he reached out of eye and earshot, he quickened his pace. A gentleman never runs, except when his wife ran away and he has no choice but to find her quickly and prevent the world from falling into chaos.

He caught the noise of clicking heels.

That must be her.

Without thinking he dashed down the corridor, turning and seeing her figure hurrying away. She was furiously clenching the hem of her dress, trying not to fall in the process of her escape.

"Ungarn!" he called after her, hoping to stop her or at least gain her attention.

He can't let her quit the ball like that. How would that look like if he stayed and she disappeared? What would he tell the guests? What would he tell his rulers? How would that reflect on the Empire's outlook?

No, he can't let her get away. He has to drag her back, force a smile and pretend like everything is okay.

She halted and turned with a conflicted expession.

"Please wait," he neared her, slowing his steps and eventually reaching her.

She hung her head, biting her lip and frowning all the more as if she was trying to keep her emotions in check.

"Why are you leaving? What happened?" instead of reprimanding her on impulse, he opted to ask her first.

Hungary clenched her dress even more. Her knuckles turned white. But her answer stalled. She didn't know what to say or how to say it.

Minutes ago this evening was a dream. Then she was bitterly reminded of why she always felt out of place in the first place.

But Austria wouldn't understand, would he?

"Ungarn," Austria was at a loss. He thought he did good. He truly thought she was pleased. What went wrong in such a short time?

"Whatever happened, please let it go. You can't leave just like that..."

A fierce defiance crossed her expression. No, she won't let it go. Sophia's words had struck a nerve.

Austria immediately noticed the change and panic rose in his chest. This is going to escalate quickly if he doesn't think of a solution fast!

"I'll make them apologize. I'll punish them somehow if that's what you wish, but please don't ruin the evening," he offered hastily.

Hungary's eyes snapped up to him in surprise, then she sobered and shook her head.

"You won't do that. You won't because...because you probably think the same way..."

Her voice broke. His heart sank at the sight.

What is she talking about?

"You think the same aren't you?" her eyes shifted to meet his, and Austria stared back like a startled deer before a rifle's mouth.

"About what?"

"About me. My manners. Anything I do," Hungary casted her eyes down, looking more vulnerable than ever before. "You think I'm an impolite uncouth brute waiting to pounce on you, right? That's what you've implied many times anyway. You don't like my gift probably either, you just went along to pacify me. To have me behave, right? Because otherwise I would make a scene, I would break things and I would cuss on a holy event. That's what you really think and never voice aloud, don't you?"

Austria gaped at her.

"W-who told you such things?!"

"I'm right then, it seems," tears welled in her eyes in spite of her attempt at self-control and she turned quickly to get away before she breaks down in front of him.

Austria latched onto her wrist immediately.

"Nein! Ungarn, no!" he raised his voice, turning her back towards him.

How do I change her mind? How do I fix this?!

"Then why don't you deny it!" Hungary gritted her teeth in defense, jerking her hand away but his hold on her only tightened.

"If you would just wait and let me say anything!" Austria exclaimed.

The female nation bitterly lowered her arm and hung her head. On with it then. Let him say his piece.

Austria's grip on her wrist loosened but he didn't let go.

"Ungarn, I don't know who told you such things but...that's not what I think and you know I like your gift sincs I even thanked you in my letter!"

"Just because you say you like it doesn't mean you really do," Hungary answered quietly. "You say those things because you are polite. Isn't that all there is to it? In truth, you are upset, aren't you?"

"I'm only upset because you are and I don't know what to do with you!"

"And is that because I'm an insolent kid so below your level you are beyond appalled?"

Austria gasped, enlightened.

"It was Sophia wasn't she? She said these things to you."

"Well, duh," Hungary shrugged angrily, "It's not like she missed a shot."

"And why would you listen to her? You know how she can be!"

"She is a high ranked representative of Ausztria. Her words mean something."

Austria stiffened and Hungary flashed a knowing smile.

"See? I'm not that dumb."

"Ungarn, her words don't reflect my true thoughts, I'm more than just her or the royal family, you know that!"

"Do I? I don't know what you think of me. You never tell me. I might as well take their opinion at face value."

Austria stared at her in awe, in anger, in concern, in fear.

They will have to cross this bridge. No more stalling, no more beating around the bush. If only he could have gathered his thoughts beforehand. He wasn't ready for this.

He casted his eyes down, unsure where to start.

"What should I believe then? Tell me, Ausztria. And don't lie to me," Hungary demanded.

The air chilled between the two. The corridor suddenly felt too tight. There was not enough space.

"Ungarn. You know me. I might be...arrogant at times, but I know a person's worth. You are an important person. To me, to the Empire, all the same. I may have...well, mistreated you in the past, but I've been trying to make up for it these last few months. I can't say and won't say I've never looked down on you, because that would be a lie. But there was also a time when I looked up to you with envy," he admitted, face straining from the way he kept pushing against his pride that tried to silence him.

Hungary's eyes searched for his but he didn't meet her. He kept his gaze locked on the hand that gripped her wrist. He was trying to find an anchor.

"You used to be stronger than me. Well, in many ways, you are still stronger, no doubt. Your will is unbreakable. Your temper is untameable. It...truly frightens me sometimes."

Hungary stared at him in awe, eyes-wide. She felt like she was hearing a secret untold. Something he had never shared with anyone. The way he grew smaller and smaller before her made her heart lurch in her chest.

She wanted to reach out to him and assure him that there is nothing to be afraid of. But she quickly reconsidered, recalling their recent fallout. His fear was valid.

"And you so often catch me off-guard," he continued, "The way you talk, the things you say, the way you react to things...sometimes I'm at a loss of what to do. I don't know what to say. People here are easy to read. They are predictable. You aren't. I don't know what you think. How you see me...you don't tell me these things either. I can only guess. And as you've seen, I always guess the worst."

Austria frowned, upset by the things he had just spilled into the air for the whole world to hear. He didn't want to share his fears. He shouldn't tell these things to the biggest threat in his life, yet he did anyway, and now she is free to do whatever she wants with this information.

She could just play out his weakness. She could make him fall to his knees. Only she could.

Immediately, he wanted to take back everything he had said.

Hungary reached for the hand that gripped her wrist and unfolded it, taking Austria's black gloved hand between her two.

Austria snapped his eyes to hers and his breath hitched.

She was looking at him with hurt in her eyes. As if she was slapped in the face.

"Ausztria," she forced out, fighting to find steadiness in her voice, "How many times should I tell you?"

She glared at his hand. He held his breath, waiting for her to finish her words. Hungary only gripped his hand tighter and slowly brought it to her lips. Austria almost gasped when he felt the soft rosy lips place a chaste kiss on his knuckles.

"I'm not your enemy," she whispered against his gloved hand.

He could feel the heat rushing to his cheeks. The thundering of his heart echoing in his ears.

"And I know you will continue to doubt me," she continued sadly, still holding his hand like a sacred treasure. "So maybe...maybe we should be more honest with each other. I know courtesy requires us to sweep all unpleasantries under the rug, but sincerity might do more good on the long run. For the both of us."

Hungary glanced up to him then, her eyes widening at the readiness she found in his indigo ones. He was looking at her in relief. In eagerness. In hope. And with something else she couldn't quite place but it made her heart race.

"I have no objection against that," Austria replied softly, his voice a touch deeper than usual. He moved his hand, bringing her white gloved hands to his lips this time, barely touching the tip of her fingers.

"I'll try my best, if only to avoid misunderstandings between us."

Hungary's cheeks flared, but she couldn't bring herself to catch her eyes away. The peculiar way he gazed at her from behind her hands made her dizzy and her toes curl in her pretty shoes.

A moment of silence passed with just the two of them searching each other's gaze, getting lost in their own inner turmoil and haze.

Then the music in the background stopped and the last dance was announced.

Austria raised his head, lowering her hands as he glanced back where they came from. Part of him was disappointed by the interruption, but it also provided him a chance.

He turned and offered her his arm again.

"May I have the last dance?"

Hungary snapped back from the momentary daze and instinctively linked her arm, leaning close to him. Her cheeky, mischievous smile returned as if the world has fallen back to its place.

"You may, dearest."

Austria almost tripped in air.

"Very well then, my dear," he countered, a pleased smile crossing his lips when he heard her gasp.


Oh well, Christmas came early this year. I know people would expect more mentions of the traditions concerning the tree, the sweets, the gifts etc., but since this isn't supposed to be a "Holiday Chapter", I only mentioned the things that are necessary for context and story. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this chapter.

Trivia:

-Dobostorta: dobostorta in hungarian, a cake with walnut flavor, its top is caramellized sugar and it was originally invented during the 1880s (but I included it anyway)

-Sachertorte: an austrian chocolate cake with marmelade filling (it's widely liked in Hungary too! My grandmother made Sachertorte for my last birthday too because she knew it's my favourite, and she has learned to bake it in Austria!)

-Gödöllő: a city in Hungary, close to Budapest, also there is a castle which was bought by the hungarian government because Sissi liked it and so the royal family spent some of their autumns in this castle where they could live more freely, away from the suffocating atmosphere of Wien and the Court

-Diana and Plato the dogs: two of Sissi's many dogs because she was an animal lover

-Religions in the Monarchy: Austrians were mostly Catholic while Hungarians preferred Protestantism (partly because austrians didn't like it)

-bejgli and zserbó: traditional hungarian christmas snacks (bejgli is actually german origin)

-Andrássy Gyula: the first hungarian Prime Minister in the Monarchy

-mente: hungarian overcoat worn by the wealthy

-díszmagyar: hungarian festive clothes (Austrian rulers often opted to wear this when visiting Hungary to please our people)

-tripartite monarchy: yes, there were ideas about broadening the dual monarchy - Czechs and Poles also wanted a place in the Empire as a third member - these ideas were rejected on sight by both Austria and Hungary