Title: PD #7
Rating: PG
Paring: One sided!Prussia/Hungary
Theme: none
Summary: Prussia remembers that field.
Warnings: really bad angst?
It hurt.
It still hurt after fifty years.
It wasn't a physical wound. That didn't stop it from hurting.
Prussia stood in the field where Austria had proposed to Hungary. The field where some of the best battles Hungary and he had ever fought had taken place. The field where he had realized loved Hungary. The field where he had lost in battle to the Austria-Hungary Empire barely even twenty years ago.
Prussia looked down at his hand. He could see it like it was yesterday. The setting sun, the nearly empty field. The two lovers happily on a dinner picnic in the center of the field. And Prussia, standing in the tree lines an uninvited and for once, unintentional guest.
Hungary had been so happy when Austria proposed to her. She had smiled and took his offered hand. That had hurt. The fact they look good together hurt. The fact that Austria picked this place for his proposal hurt. It hurt that she did not even hesitate. It hurt that she looked so pretty in her deep green dress that she wore just for Austria. Only for Austria.
But what really had hurt the most was the fact he, Prussia knew that if Hungary had Austria and him standing there both with offers of marriage, Hungary, the lovely, awesome, kick ass woman he was desperately in love with, wouldn't choose him.
Wouldn't even think of him.
And that hurt too.
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