A/N Uh...hi! Viva here!

So...I really don't know what to say about this, but please remember that this is the first chapter I've written so...um...I apologize in advance for it being so bad...

Austria was bored out of his mind. Watching his ex and Japan force his fellow countries into compromising situations wasn't how he wanted to spend his day. How long would this game last? Hopefully he wouldn't be subjected to such humiliation and be able to walk out with his pride intact. …But he had to admit he enjoyed Hungary's delight. He blamed Japan for her corruption into a yaoi fangirl, but it didn't really matter since she was smiling that dazzling smile of hers. Though he would never admit it, her mood greatly affected his own. If something was bothering her it ruined his peace of mind as well, especially since most of her bad days were caused by-

"Ksesese! Vhat are you staring at waschlappen?"

Austria gave a (totally dignified and manly) shriek as Prussia's head popped up from under the table inches away from his chair. The other nation smirked and looked around before grabbing an unoccupied chair and sitting as if nothing had happened. "Vhat are you doing here? I thought Norvay vas giving you a vell deserved beating," Austria sniffed.

Rolling his eyes, Prussia replied, "I got avay. I'm awesome like zhat." He glanced at Hungary then back at Austria and a devious look crossed his face. Austria had seen that look many times before and knew it meant trouble.

"I don't know vhat you're zhinking of, but if you try anyzhing Elizaveta vill-" He slapped his hand over his mouth. He never, ever called other countries by their human names! To do so indicated that he felt more than comradeship for them. What a ridiculous notion that was! He cared for Hungary as a friend, nothing more. Sure, they had been m-married once, but that had been a political affair that had happened long ago and anyone who believed otherwise was an idiot.

Unfortunately, Prussia was an idiot of the highest degree.

"HEY HUNGARY!" Prussia yelled, waving his arms to catch her attention. Hungary turned to him wiping the blood from her nose (Austria was really getting worried about that, losing that much blood wasn't healthy, even if she was a nation) and looked at him questioningly. "So, I vas zhinking-"

"A dangerous occupation, mon ami," France cautioned.

Prussia nodded, "Ja, but I'm awesomely awesome enough zhat I vasn't hurt in zhe process. Anyvay, I vas zhinking zhat you should take a turn. It's only fair right? Japan's had a turn!"

Hungary bit her lip and her brow furrowed as her thought about this. She looked so lovely when she did that… wait what?! Austria shook his head. Finally she nodded and grabbed a box of chocolate covered pocky. "Fine, I'll play." She looked at Prussia challengingly, "Let's make a deal, you get to choose who I play with if I get to choose who you play with after me." A glance in the direction of a certain North American caused a blush to cover Prussia's pale cheeks, but he didn't back down.

"Ksesese! Fine, zhe awesome me will go after you! You have to play zhe game wizh…" He made a big show of looking around the table. Several nations avoided his gaze while others raised their hands to volunteer. He pointed to Austria and cackled. "Him! You and Austria have to play!"

Austria opened his mouth to protest but he stopped when he saw Hungary's lethal frying pan reappear. She waved it in his direction and said coaxingly, "Come on Roddy! It's just a game~!" Austria blushed at her use of his human name - his nickname no less - and stood up slowly. He tried to stop his heart from racing and his hands from trembling as he walked around the long table to Hungary's side. She opened the box and pulled out a pocky. "Which end do you want?" Austria pointed to the plain end and Hungary popped it into his mouth.

By now poor Austria was so nervous that his glasses were sliding down his nose from all the sweat on his forehead, but he didn't dare push them back into place. He might break the pocky and that would mean he'd lose and that would mean months of Prussia teasing him for losing to a girl. He'd rather not go through that, thank you very much. With a start, Austria realized that Hungary had already started to nibble, and she was going through it fast! He tentatively bit at the pocky but didn't actually eat it, as he wasn't a fan of the taste.

Hungary smiled at his hesitancy and took bigger bites. Her green eyes met his indigo ones and Austria found himself quite lost in their intense color. Her intoxicating flower perfume wasn't helping either. He remembered when they had been married so long ago. They'd both been so young in a world that was much harsher than it was now. It once was a world where nations constantly made war and battled for dominion over others. Their marriage was the only logical choice. It had been merely an alliance, a way to protect themselves really (strength in numbers and all that), and romance had never been part of the equation.

But he wished it had.

Hungary was almost to him now (she was probably an expert at this game), and he'd barely started. He bravely nibbled at his end, cheeks growing redder and redder as she came closer and closer. Her chocolate scented breath wafted across the ever decreasing pocky. Oh to heck with it! In a bold move that surprised everyone he lunged forward and captured Hungary's lips with his own. Hungary soon recovered, however and kissed back with fervor. She wrapped her arms around his neck and waist and pulled him in like there was a chance he might leave again. But leaving was the furthest thing from Austria's, mind along with the fact that Japan was surely taking pictures and that Prussia was probably making obscene remarks about this. No, all that mattered at the moment was that Hunga- Elizaveta - was in his arms.

France whistled softly, "I don't zhink anyone was expecting zhat!"

Prussia nodded, "I'm so condescendingly proud of him right now." He watched the two of them kiss for a couple of seconds before he lost whatever tact he may have possessed and shouted, "HEY! GET A ROOM BEFORE VE DIE OF BOREDOM! IF YOU'RE GOING TO MAKE OUT AT LEAST GIVE US A SHOW!"

France snickered, "You forgot zhat it was your turn after zhis, didn't you?"

Hungary broke off the kiss and whispered in Austria's ear, "Since you technically lost, I want you to go on a date with me~." Austria nodded, clearly in a daze. Hungary saw Prussia try to sneak out of the room from the corner of her eye and whirled around to face him. "Not so fast, it's your turn now."

I'm sorry you guys. I can't write sexy stuff, I just can't. Humor? Yes. Angst? Definitely. But sexy stuff? Nope, the plot bunnies scatter when that comes up! I also gave them accents, which is something Epic and Jywy didn't do...And I think I gave away what the next pairing... Oh well! XD

Please have patience with me, hopefully I'll get better at this after a while.