By sort-of-request, I'm 'continuing' this. Why? Because I feel like it. Beware, some endings will be happy and some will be bittersweet (such as this one).

Austria/Hungary- If This is Goodbye

'The song plays in the background and she dances. Elizaveta Héderváry, the nation of Hungary, holds up her arms as though there is someone else there and she twirls with grace. They are not together anymore, her people rebelled and the war happened and they split. Her marriage ended and she left him. Him.

But she spins around the ballroom with shattered windows, pretending that this was one of his fancy balls and he was dancing with her.'

Hungary spun herself across the stained white dance floor, delicately stepping over the broken glass. Her eyes remained closed as she pictured the glory that the ballroom once was, the faintest memory of soft music reaching her ears. The ring, a simple golden band, kept it's residence on her finger– she couldn't bring herself to take it off. She knew he didn't wear his anymore. Gillian would throw a fit...

Wilted flowers sat in tarnished vases on top of weakened tables. The fallen petals dusted the dance floor, creating a sense of old beauty that Elizaveta missed dearly. She remembered brightly colored roses, tulips, edelweiss... She remembered when the grand piano practically sparkled, and when the man who used to sit there would play the prettiest tunes from dawn til dusk.

Her graceful motions ended abruptly as her foot caught onto a cloth and she tripped, slamming her knees into the cold floor. Elizaveta opened her eyes and made to stand up, but the faded colors of the fallen flag made her sit down slowly and cradle the fabric in her arms while tears cascaded down her face.

"Hungary... what are you doing here?"

Hungary looked up to see him standing there. He looked... emotionless, with a hint of surprise that was barely visible in his violet eyes. But she was accustomed to reading his emotions, she could spot a change in him before even he noticed it.

"N-Nothing-" Hungary cringed at the crack in her voice. "I was just- it's been a long time. I wanted to see what happened to this place."

"Ah, yes... I must admit that I have let this place go. It's a shame, really, but I..." Austria sighed. "The beauty that this place once held has diminished. It is no longer-"

"I know, Austria. I understand."

Roderich did not let the shock show on his face, but the cold tone she was using was not something he was accustomed to having directed towards him. He looked around the room quickly before he caught sight of the flag she was clinging to.

"I thought my government got rid of those..." he murmured, a sadness in his voice that made her stifle a cry.

"Obviously they missed one," she snapped.

"I do not know what is wrong with you right now, Hungary, but-"

"Nothing, okay? Nothing is wrong with me! Why don't you go back to Prussia and leave me alone."

Austria was taken aback. He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion and took a step towards Hungary, but she just turned so that her back was facing him. By the shaking of her shoulders and the sounds muffled by the torn fabric, Roderich knew that she was crying.

"I did not mean to upset you."

"Just go away."

"Do not hate Gillian just because-"

"I've always hated her! You know that! Nothing's changed in my feelings for her, it's what I feel for you that's different!"

His expression softened.

"Eliza-"

"Don't call me that, Austria."

He ignored her.

"Eliza, I do not wish to hurt you. I am sorry that our relationship did not work out, but how could it? It was a political marriage, you know that. What I felt for you, it was just friendship. Purely platonic. I apologize if I led you on."

He was lying through his teeth and he knew it, but she didn't.

"I told you to leave me the hell alone. Go."

"I cannot leave a woman to cry. It is not proper."

"I don't care! Go! Go back to Prussia and tell her all about poor little Hungary! I don't care what you do, just leave!"

Roderich approached her silently. He bowed and held out his hand. She looked up, unsure. His eyes pleaded with her until she took it and stood. He placed his other hand on her waist as she gathered her skirt and held it up. She was afraid, he could tell.

"I am sorry, Eliza," he whispered, before he began twirling her around the room.

She couldn't believe what was happening. Just a while ago she'd been doing the same steps, only then she was alone and now... now he was here. With her.

The dance came to an end all to quickly, and he stared intently into her green eyes. Without warning, he placed the lightest of kisses on her forehead and slipped something from his coat pocket into her hand.

He left then, not looking back, but the tear that slid down his cheek ruined the effect. She opened her palm slowly.

In her hand, cold and abandoned, lay his wedding ring attached to the chain that he once wore around his neck.

Broken promises filled the air, forgotten 'I love you's and unfulfilled 'forever's drifting into her ears while she held the saddest words she'd ever heard close to her heart. 'I do'.

(A/N: Well, I'm crying now. You? I have FrUK, AmeBel and GerIta already written, I just haveta get around to Spamano. Review and I'll post the next, kay?)