As promised, here is the fanfiction for one of the first reviewers to guess the song:

Winner: Lady Charity

Pairing: Prussia x Hungary

Song used: "Always" by Switchfoot

Title: My Love, My Life

Hope you like it!

"Hey." A pair of red eyes glared at Hungary from where he sat. He immediately jumped to his feet.

"Yeah?" His companion crossed his small arms over his chest, covering most of the black cross emblazoned on his white mantle.

"It's my birthday, idiot." Hungary was unfazed.

"What about it, Teutonic Order?"

"Why, you…" Before he had a chance to register it, the State of the Teutonic Order had tackled Hungary to the ground. The two small bodies rolled in the dirt, each vying for dominance. Their scuffle ended when Teutonic Order banged his head on a rock. He stared resentfully at the snickering Hungary, rubbing at the sore spot all the while. Presently, all traces of laughter disappeared, and the two lay on their backs side by side. It was a sunny day, with blue skies and white clouds. Each boy felt his heart beat in tune to the song of the birds. Teutonic Order huffed.

"I can't believe you forgot that it was my birthday, of all things." He sat up for emphasis, gesticulating wildly. "This was the day when I was formed. It was the start of me!" The boy flung out his arms exasperatedly. Hungary propped himself up.

"First of all, I didn't forget that it was your birthday." Smirking at Teutonic Order's outraged expression, he continued, "Secondly, I decided to give you a gift." At that, his friend perked up a bit.

"What is it?"

"I decided to give you…" He paused for suspense. Teutonic Order grew increasingly curious and inched closer. Yes? he mouthed. Seeing the small boy crouched on all fours while gazing at him almost made Hungary laugh.

"I decided to give you… the benefit of not being beaten up by me for a whole day." There was a moment of silence before a scream emerged from Teutonic Order's lungs, ripping out of his throat.

"YOU BASTARD!"

They were standing next to each other with the Iron Curtain before them. Neither dared to move, lest the other objected to it. Prussia was the first to speak.

"Much obliged," he said, and his tired face lit up with a smile. Hungary tossed her head.

"I'm opening my part of the curtain for the sake of everybody. Not just you." His raspy chuckle filled the air.

"You haven't changed one bit since the curtain first went up." She looked at him incredulously.

"Did you expect me to?" Prussia shrugged.

"Anyway, I'd better get going. I've got to see West at least one more time before the Soviet Union drags me back again." He looked at her expectantly until she finally relented. Sliding open the fence that was the Iron Curtain, she told him,

"Go. Quickly." The man needed no second bidding, as he dashed off towards Austria. Hungary stared after him. She clutched the fabric of her pants tightly. Hurry, you don't have much time. The Soviet Union would notice the absence of East Germany soon. Contrary to her prior sentiments, she now felt the urge to help the renegade nation.

"Good luck." Her whisper was borne away by the wind.

When Germany opened the door, he did not expect to see Hungary on his front steps.

"Hungary. Er, is there something that you need?" he asked while searching surreptitiously for her tell-tale camera. It did not seem to be on her person. She smiled brightly and said,

"I need to see Prussia. Is he in?"

"Yes. I think he's showering right now, though. Can I take a message?"

"Actually, I need to see him in person. May I wait here?" Her tone of voice conveyed that refusal was not an option. Grudgingly, Germany opened the door for her.

"I'll tell him that you're here."

"Thank you." Hungary had just taken a seat on one of the straight backed chairs when he returned.

"My brother says that he will be down shortly." He glanced at his wristwatch. "Please excuse me; I have to go. Make yourself at home." As he hurriedly departed, she wondered if he was trying to avoid the possible fracas that could occur between her and Prussia. Hungary was left to herself. The minutes ticked by, and she grew increasingly irritated. After half an hour had passed with the man nowhere to be seen, she realized that waiting was pointless and marched up the stairs. She knocked sharply on Prussia's door. By then, her temper had flared to the extreme. When he still did not answer after fifteen consecutive knocks, Hungary finally forced open the door.

"There's this new thing called privacy. Ever heard of it?" He was sitting on his bed rubbing a towel on his hair, much to her chagrin. She crossed her arms.

"Germany said that you would 'be down shortly' over thirty minutes ago."

"It was an approximation. How was I supposed to know that showering would take me so long?" Hungary seethed at him.

"How typical of you. Unable to estimate and unable to stop being a churl."

"I'm not a churl!"

"Oh, really? I suppose that keeping a lady waiting is your idea of chivalry." She wrinkled her nose. "As well as appearing in front of her without a shirt."

"I didn't have the chance to put one on because a crazy psychopath kicked open my door! How's that for manners, hypocrite?" He looked at her indignantly. She rolled her eyes.

"Whatever. Anyway, I'm here for the money from our last bet. Hand it over." Prussia winced.

"Damn, I was hoping that you forgot about that. Hold on. I have to look for my wallet." He threw the towel onto the bed and rummaged around his desk. Hungary kept looking in the direction of his bare torso. She blushed. Get a hold of yourself, Elizaveta. It's Gilbert, for crying out loud! Too soon, he turned around and glimpsed her pink cheeks.

"Do you have a fever of something?" He frowned. "If it's H1N1, don't come near me."

"N-No, you idiot. I don't have H1N1." She looked away. Prussia cocked an eyebrow at her before snatching the elusive wallet out of his coat pocket.

"There you are." He plopped down on the couch. "How much do I owe you?"

"One hundred forints." His eyes widened.

"You're kidding."

"Of course not. Why would I?" Cursing under his breath, he counted out the money. Hungary's struggle to refrain from staring at his chest was becoming fruitless. "Put on a shirt, will you?"

"You were fine with it when we were kids."

"I—Things were different back then," she protested.

"Meaning that you thought you were a boy." She colored.

"Shut up." He paused in his counting to smirk at her.

"You can't deny it." Prussia resumed his work. "Don't be a prude like Austria."

"Don't talk about him like that!" There was righteous anger in her voice. "Austria is a better person than you could ever hope to be."

"Really? Because if I was married to somebody, I wouldn't be the one to call for a divorce." Hungary instantly tensed up. When she spoke, her voice was pure venom.

"Don't you dare bring that up again." Prussia sensed that she was incredibly furious and silently sifted through his wallet. Time passed in quietude. Presently, the man shoved the forints at her.

"Here. I'm sorry," he grunted. Hungary put them on the table in front of the couch, then sat down gingerly. She stared at her hands. Suddenly, she looked at him.

"How did you get all of those scars?"

"What scars?" Prussia asked absent-mindedly as he snapped his wallet shut.

"These." The sensation of her fingers running over his back served to make him flinch. Hungary quickly withdrew her hand. Prussia placed his wallet on the table, refraining from looking at her.

"You should know about at least one of them. That one in the middle." She scrutinized it and then gasped softly.

"Is it…"

"That's right. From the War of the Austrian Succession." He remembered vividly the cold metal of her blade slicing into his flesh. Meanwhile, Hungary battled with the feelings of guilt rising up in her. Why should I feel guilty? I was helping Austria. To distract herself, she contemplated her companion's other scars. The largest one was on the left side of his back. It was roughly where his heart was. She touched it tentatively.

"What about this one?" Prussia did not answer immediately. His eyes took on a faraway look, as if he was thinking about some other time period. He righted himself and pulled on a black shirt, then sat back down. Finally, he sighed and hunched over.

"It was after the war. When I… was abolished." He still refused to look at her. Despite herself, Hungary watched him sadly. She found herself wanting to know how being abolished had felt. Prussia seemed to read her mind.

"The sensation wasn't pleasant. It was like…" He paused, trying carefully to choose the right words. "Like my soul was ripping out of all the places I'd ever been wounded."

"That's horrible. And for your own brother to allow that..."

"He didn't want it to happen! West's not a bad kid." Prussia turned to her at last, smiling wryly. "But he is just a kid nonetheless." He had a serious face on; something that Hungary realized that she liked. She drew closer to him.

"Then I guess that the topic of being part of Germany is off limits," she murmured. Prussia suddenly lit up with a fierce dignity.

"I'll always be Prussia. I was born into this role, and I will never be anything else!" he announced proudly. But his companion could detect the uncertainty behind his façade. Gingerly, she reached out to touch his shoulder. He looked at her, puzzled.

"Eliza—Hungary?" he hastily corrected. It was undeniable now that she wanted to hear her name coming from his lips.

"You can call me Elizaveta…if you want," she told him gruffly. He looked a little amused.

"Okay, Elizaveta. Actually, I don't think I will call you that. It doesn't have the same ring as psychopath or madwoman."

"Hey!" she protested and flicked him on the forehead. Tried to, anyway. Before her finger could connect with his skin, Prussia had leaned forward and kissed her. For a moment she froze; then her instincts took over and she pushed him away. He merely watched her.

"Wh-What are you doing? Hungary asked shakily, trying to regain her composure.

"What do you think I'm doing? I'm trying to kiss you."

"I know that!" she snapped. "But—"

"But what?" he retorted. Then, more gently, he said, "You're not with Roderich anymore, Elizaveta. It's time to let go." When he took her in his arms and kissed her again, she did not object.

Because he was right. Austria was no longer hers and she was not with anyone else at the moment, so why resist?

As their mouths melded together, something gave way in her. The scars in her heart suddenly became wounds again. They ripped open and bled and tears were somehow slipping from her eyes, coursing down her face. Prussia pulled her into him, letting her cry into his shoulder. They remained in that position for a long time. Gradually, Hungary stopped shaking. She slumped into Prussia's embrace. The man stroked her hair lightly. Neither of them spoke until,

"We didn't plan for it to happen. The divorce, I mean." Her voice was barely audible. "But things just got so bad that we…we thought that it would be better for the both of us if we maintained our own countries."

"So he was trying to protect you?" Hungary tried to smile.

"I'd like to think so. That he was trying to prevent me from totally collapsing." Prussia snorted.

"Someone like that would have been pretty useful around the time I was being abolished. Then I wouldn't have to keep thinking that every breath is a second chance."

"A second chance?"

"I could have disappeared entirely, you know. Had West not held his boss back at the last moment, I wouldn't be here right now." The woman looked at him tenderly.

"Then I might as well say hallelujah that you still exist." She pressed her lips against his, instigating a kiss for the first time. But it was he who decided to deepen it. Their tongues clashed, and her hands sifted through his silvery hair. They pulled apart after a few breathless moments, panting heavily. Prussia held Hungary's hands in his.

"I've never been tied down before, but I'm willing to give that up. Every breath I take, every scar on my body; it's all yours." She averted her eyes.

"Gilbert, I can probably never love you like I loved Roderich."

"We'll work on that."

"I can be stubborn and cranky sometimes." He laughed.

"Don't I know it? I'm a wretched man, falling in love with the likes of you."

"What's that supposed to mean?"she growled playfully.

"Nothing. Just be careful that my awesomeness doesn't leave you star-struck."

"You can try!" After years of harboring sadness, Hungary found the sensation of happiness to be foreign. She grinned. Prussia rejoiced internally that a smile finally graced her features again.

"So, do you want to test out a relationship?" he asked softly. His companion appeared to ponder over it. She then nodded.

"I want to."

"Yeah!" The man jumped up, returning to his usual cocky self. "I knew you wouldn't be able to resist me."

"Don't be conceited, Beilschmidt. It's a wonder that I said yes to you."

"Admit it, woman! Even you were swept away by my awesome self!" Her green eyes flashed dangerously.

"What did you say?"

Germany fished out the keys from his pocket. He opened the door, fully expecting his brother to pounce on him while complaining loudly of boredom. What he did not anticipate were the discordant sounds of a full blown fight, complete with yells and the crashing of breaking objects. The man sighed. Why did it have to happen today of all days, when he had just spent the last few hours filling out paperwork? He never thought that he would look to Italy for inspiration, but…

Germany edged towards the door, slipping out. He tried to close it as quietly as he could. Relieved that he had managed to avoid another dispute involving Prussia (that would probably lead to some serious stomachaches for himself), he quickly walked away from his house. Perhaps Feliciano would let him stay a night at his place. As soon as the click of the closing door was heard from his room, Prussia told Hungary,

"I think he's gone now." His companion rolled her eyes.

"Remind me why we just scared your brother out of his house?"

"I wanted some more time to ourselves." He drew her close, pulling them both down onto the couch. "Besides, West would freak if he knew a girl was here."

Even though I don't really like this pairing, writing this was still sort of fun. Please tell me what you think of it!