This chapter took a while to write, but I was cackling as I wrote it. That's usually a good sign. Enjoy your fluff overload and smattering of violence! I still don't own Hetalia! Next chapter will most prolly be a SuFin Omake!

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Turning the World Upside Down

Chapter 14: Violence or Love Nice

Hungary skipped down the hall, arm in arm with Seychelles. The two were giggling together about whatever girls talk about (Most girls know, but part of the 'girl code' is that they can't tell guys) and going to first Hungary's locker, then Seychelles'. They stopped at Hungary's and she twirled her combination. She reached inside it, then a look of surprise crossed her face.

"What is it?" Seychelles asked curiously. In answer, Hungary pulled out a bouquet of pink flowers. "Oh my god! That's so sweet!"

"Who sent these?" she murmured softly, looking for a card. She didn't find one.

"Hungary, I think you have a secret admirer!" Hungary raised an eyebrow, but Seychelles was too busy gushing, clasping her hands together and giggling hysterically. "That's totally the cutest thing I've ever seen!"

"Why would someone give me flowers?" she said skeptically. "I think it's a prank."

"You don't have a romantic bone in your body," said Seychelles with a sigh. Hungary rolled her eyes, but looked at the bouquet again. A soft smile graced her face and she took one of the pink flowers out from the rest and tucked it into her hair.

"Come on, let's go to my locker!" Seychelles said, somehow repressing another giggle and grabbing Hungary by the arm. Hungary barely had enough time to get her books and lock her locker before Seychelles dragged her off again. As they passed him, Austria ducked back into the classroom he had been looking out of. He blushed a light pink and a beaming grin was spread on his face.

'She likes the flowers! She really likes them!'

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"-And then Hungary went to her locker and she found a bouquet of pink flowers! Isn't that adorable? It's so old-school!" Seychelles squealed. She was telling this to Kiku in homeroom, who was standing next to her with their fingers intertwined.

"I can't believe she doesn't know who did it."

"...Wait. Does that mean you know?" asked Seychelles. Kiku merely smiled a small, all-knowing smile. "You HAVE to tell me!"

"Sorry, Seychelles, but you know you can't keep a secret. If the person didn't leave a card, it means he doesn't want Hungary to know at present."

"No fair," Seychelles said, pouting. Kiku smiled at her and kissed her forehead.

"I have a feeling she'll know soon enough and tell you anyway." Kiku watched with interest as Prussia walked up to Hungary and began to hit on her.

"Hey, beautiful. Do you have a map? Because I just got lost in your eyes," he said with a smirk.

Hungary burst out laughing. "Are you high or something?"

"No, but I'm awesome!"

Hungary rolled her eyes for the second time that day. "Oh yeah. I'm sure. Why don't you go hit on someone who's actually interested?"

"Excuse me, Prussia," came a tense voice from behind him. Prussia turned to see Austria, his jaw clenched in irritation. Prussia smirked at him and put an arm around Hungary, who glared.

"Don't touch her," said Austria tensely. "She clearly doesn't want you to."

"What are you going to do about it?"

"You know, guys, I can take care of myself," Hungary said. Austria looked at her in surprise.

"But you're a lady! You shouldn't have to deal with creeps like him in the first place!" A light pink blush dusted her cheeks. Nobody had ever called Hungary a lady before.

"Who are you calling a creep?" growled Prussia, who pushed Hungary behind him and punched Austria in the face. The class, including Hungary, gasped loudly. Austria slowly wiped a little blood off the corner of his mouth, straightened up, and retaliated the punch.

"Fight! Fight!" yelled Romano, who was there as well for some reason. Probably cutting homeroom.

"Lovi, stay out of it," warned Antonio. Prussia turned to the Spanish student with a glare.

"Get your boyfriend to mind his own business, Spaniard," Prussia hissed. "Or you'll be the one who's going to suffer in the long run."

"Nobody but me is allowed to threaten Spain!" barked Romano, walking in and staring Prussia down.

"Oh yeah?" someone else challenged. "What are you going to do about it, freshman?" Romano responded by grabbing his brother's backpack (Italy had been cutting homeroom as well to talk to Germany), pulling out Hungary's frying pan, and whacking that person in the face with it. Spain was grinning so hard it hurt his face. Lovi being protective was the cutest thing he'd ever seen.

"What the hell? First Austria and Prussia, then the freshman... what next?" someone asked. "That asshole vice president with the huge eyebrows?"

"WHO FUCKING SAID THAT?" America shouted, hopping up. Without waiting for the person to reply, he grabbed them by their arm and chucked them full-force out the window. With that action, the entire classroom erupted in fighting.

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"That was stupid," Hungary said, dabbing at Austria's bloody face with a wipe. "Chivalrous and sweet, but stupid." The fight had continued for only ten straight minutes, but it was very difficult to stop. For a while, Austria and Prussia had been evenly matched, but the tide had turned in Austria's favor when Romano had swung back his frying pan and accidentally whacked Prussia in the shin with it. The aftermath of the fight had resulted in a very battered Austria, an unconscious Prussia, America being miraculously unharmed and starting a make-out session with England, and Spain hugging a furiously blushing Romano and gushing about how the Italian was his hero. Hungary had dragged Austria to the nurse's office and was currently attempting to help heal his wounded face.

"Prussia deserved it. He shouldn't have treated you like that," he mumbled, wincing as the alcohol stung his face. He tenderly took the flower out from her hair, not noticing the way her face heated up. "Blood almost got on your lovely carnation," he added, gazing at the small flower fondly.

"How did you know it was a carnation?" she asked quietly. Austria blushed bright red continued to look down at the flower, refusing to meet her emerald eyes. "Did... Did you leave this for me?"

He looked up at her finally, looking sheepish. "...Yes. I left them for you. Will you go out with me?"

Hungary grinned hugely and tackled him around the waist. "YES!"

"OW!" He said rather unromantically.

"Sorry," she said, her reply muffled because her face was pressed into his shirt. He smiled lightly.

"It's not a problem. I can endure it if it's for you."