Hallo guys,
I'm sorry for the impossible wait, since things have been goin' on, but I'm up again~ This is Hungary's point of view now 8D;;
Elizaveta knew Roderich inside out. For example, she knew that he prefers sweeter tea, or he has a small mole just off-center on his back, and when he concentrated on baking cakes, it usually tasted wonderful.
It's not like when he wasn't, it tasted bad, but it tasted off. Something lacking, and this is how she knows when something's wrong.
"Anything wrong, dear?" Elizaveta mused, while playing with the last piece of cake. They weren't together, but they still called each other their old nicknames, like sweetheart and dear.
"Nothing in particular," The Austrian replied, sipping his tea. "Why do you ask?"
"Your cake tastes wonderful, like always," she said, finally popping the last piece of cake in her mouth. "But it's just short of wonderful. What are you thinking about?"
"Nothing important," Roderich shrugged, looking away. Elizaveta smiled slightly. He was such a bad liar. Instead, she laughed lightly and put down her fork.
"I'd like to hear about those unimportant thoughts, if you don't mind." She grinned. She could've sworn her former lover grew redder. Just a tad bit. "I-I don't see why it interests you." He coughed. "It's just about that ex-nation."
Elizaveta raised an eyebrow. "Gilbert, you mean?" Her senses were tingling. There's no way, but the way Roderich was reacting—
"I-It's just him harassing me, that is all." He mumbled. "He's really aggressive sometimes." The Hungarian bit her lip and gripped the edge of her seat tightly. "What did he do?" She said in a strained voice. The way her stomach twisted, she could guess that damn Prussian—
"He tackled me yesterday," he said almost inaudibly. "a-and he…he…k-k—"
"You don't need to continue." Elizaveta interrupted. It took all her self control to not curse about how she didn't get that moment on camera. "The point is, did you like it?"
"…Beg pardon?" He said in disbelief.
"Did you like it?" she repeated. "Did you like the fact that he kissed you face front?"
"What? No!" He nearly screamed. "I-I mean, it's almost like he's taking Silesia all over again!"
Elizaveta smirked. Yes, there was still a chance to get it on camera. "Well," she sighed, standing up. "If that's your answer, then I'll have to wait." She left the Austrian gazing at her in confusion. "I have to go, good bye, dear."
He nodded and stood up to help put on her coat. "Good bye, sweet heart." He replied, smiling slightly.
She returned the smile tenfold and stepped out of his house. As soon as she turned to the next street, she whipped out her phone. Usually, she wouldn't call that man in her whole life time, but since she needed Gilbert to execute her plan…
Ding.
"Hello Francis, I need a favor from you."
Aha, so Hungary and France's teaming up together, huh? 8) It isn't Japan and Hungary for a change.
Well, I have things planned out, so you can expect a more coherent storyline from here on~
Happy New Year everybody! :D