A/N Apparently we're done whoring out Norway and have started on Hungary and Prussia... *shrugs* Oh well. They'll have to deal with it. Besides, it's early payback for what Hungary will make all the other countries do... *wriggles eyebrows*

Before anyone could ask who was up next, Prussia bolted up from his place next to Canada.

"I want to go next!" he called out to Hungary, smiling brightly. She glanced up suspiciously, eyes narrowed.

"Who do you want to go with...?" she asked warily.

Prussia grinned vividly. "You!" he said. The entire world held their breaths as Hungary stared into Prussia's eyes.

"She's going to kill him," America whispered, leaning toward England.

"She's going to kill him," England agreed, eyes locked onto the scene before him. He wanted to see the look on Prussia's face as he was murdered by his childhood crush.

But, to the surprise of everyone in the room, Hungary just sighed and rolled her eyes. "Okay, fine, for old time's sake." Prussia's eyes lit up and a grin crossed his face, and Hungary quickly corrected herself. "This is a one-time thing, though, so don't expect us to start dating or something."

Prussia shrugged. "I don't want to date you," he said, and it was only half a lie. He had given up on Hungary a long time ago, and besides, Canada was much cuter, not to mention nicer- even if he did kick Prussia's ass every time they played hockey.

"Good," Hungary said. She glanced at the pocky, then picked a normal piece from an already opened box of chocolate flavor. She looked reluctantly from the pocky to Prussia, a faint look of disgust on her face, then sighed resignedly and moved toward him, grabbing him by the sleeve (so that she wouldn't have to touch his skin) and dragging him into the space in the middle of the table. Hurriedly, she stuck the pocky in her own mouth, then leaned forward and allowed Prussia to take the other end in his own mouth. Their eyes met for a long moment, and then she blushed, turning her eyes slightly away. She just knew what he was thinking about: That one time, years ago, when they'd both been a bit high from the thrill of battle, and had kissed. Sure, they had been kids, and by all rights she shouldn't still be affected by it, but she was. Unfortunately, Prussia had been her first kiss... which was incredibly stupid and she regretted it immensely later, but there you go.

Of course... for a first kiss between two kids, it had been nice. Ish. Not very much, though, since they had both been sweaty and covered in blood and still holding swords and everything. Also, she had still thought she was a guy, so she had been worried about being gay for a loooong time...

Prussia slowly nibbled at the pocky, moving their mouths closer together, and Hungary got the overwhelming urge to lean forward and kiss him. But of course, she didn't, because kissing in front of people was weird, and kissing Prussia was also weird, and she wouldn't even be able to kiss him because the pocky in their mouths would move forward down her throat and choke her or something.

She nibbled on the pocky a bit, hearing hushed voices around the room begin to place bets on who would win. She pushed down her slight anger- it wasn't supposed to be like this, she was supposed to be betting on them -and then glanced back into Prussia's dark red eyes. Suddenly, she wanted the pocky to disappear, to be able to lean forward and kiss him just like all those years ago.

She quickly stopped herself from thinking like that, instead taking another small bite of the pocky and waiting for his own retaliatory bite. By the time they had both taken around three more bites, their lips were just this close to touching, and Hungary felt like the bones themselves were squirming inside of her body. She felt the urge to run and hide. There was too much happening right now, and she didn't know what to-

Suddenly the door banged open. She and Prussia jerked apart in surprise as in marched Spain and Romano, Spain looking just as happy as usual, Romano looking just as incredibly pissed off.

"The fuck is going on here?" Romano demanded harshly. He grabbed Spain by the hand and dragged him over to his seat, since the moment Spain saw England he got the overwhelming urge to go over and kill him.

"Are you guys still playing this shitty pocky game?" Romano asked, slumping into a seat (and dragging Spain into the seat next to him). "Jesus, when're you fucks gonna be done? Who's up now, anyway- Hungary? And Prussia? Wow, who'd you have to kill for that?"

Hungary turned to scowl slightly at Romano, but inside she was feeling a bit relieved. It was too much to be this close to Prussia. She had been avoiding him since forever, and now that she was within inches of him- it was too much. It reminded her too much of when they were kids.

"YEAH, I KNOW RIGHT," America suddenly shouted- well, more like sprayed, since half-chewed hamburger went shooting everywhere as he spoke. "I DON'T KNOW HOW PRUSSIA MANAGED TO GET HUNGARY TO PLAY. THEY HATE EACH OTHER."

England scowled at America, grabbing his bag full of hamburgers and throwing it into the corner. "Would you shut up?" he asked. "You're bothering everyone!"

America dove after his bag of hamburgers, managing to catch them before they hit the ground. "Don't throw my burgers!" he reprimanded England. "And I'm not bothering anyone. Hey, everyone, raise your hand if I'm bothering you!"

Everyone in the room slowly raised their hands, except for Japan- well, and Greece, but he was asleep. America looked sadly around at everyone, then stood up huffily. "Well... well fine! I'll just... just be going now..." He stood up, grabbed his bag of burgers, and slowly slumped from the room, leaving an awkward silence in his wake.

Suddenly Poland stood up and flipped a lock or so of hair behind his shoulder. "So, like, now that America's gone, can we, like, have a party?"

The silence grew even more silent, and Hungary began edging away from Prussia, hoping that she could just slip back to her spot as judge and then pretend nothing had ever happened-

"AGH! I can't take it anymore!" Prussia yelled suddenly, throwing his arms up into the air. He grabbed Hungary around the waist, dipped her down, then kissed her right on the mouth. Instinctively, she wrapped her arms around his neck so that she wouldn't fall, and after that, well, she couldn't help but return the kiss. It's for old time's sake, she told herself as their faces smushed together. He tasted like beer, and battles long past, and familiarity.

After a moment- or possibly a year -they broke apart, and Prussia swung her back to her feet. She staggered a bit, unused to standing. She stared into Prussia's eyes, realizing how cliche it was but not caring. His eyes, she noticed, were a prettier shade of red than she had ever thought before.

Suddenly she noticed that the silence in the room was absolutely deafening, and so she awkwardly cleared her throat before saying, "Ah... um... well, it looks like there was no winner of that pocky game." She then hurriedly scurried to her seat and hid her face behind a notebook lying on the table, not noticing, in her embarrassment, that it was upside-down.

Across the room, Romano smirked to himself. Heh. For once he wasn't the one with the bright red face.

A/N AAAAGH. FEELINGS. This is practically the only originally straight Hetalia ship I like. Well, maybe just straight ship in general. I got into it because of the fic "Changed" by Jackson Hanning, WHICH IS GORGEOUS. AGH. (And I only even read that because I saw a Spamano oneshot he'd written and then was bored and wanted to read his writing, which is good.)

Also, I played the Pocky Game in real life with some of my cousins... IT IS THE MOST AWKWARD THING EVER HOLY SHIT.