Hungary was, as usual, late for the yule ball. She didn't have a date; she just thought dances were fun. So naturally she went. At the door to the auditorium where the dance was, she chatted for a few minutes to Romano who was waiting for his date, a certain Spaniard notorious for being fashionable late. Romano started ranting to Hungary. It went on for a good minute and she patiently listened.
"That annoying tomato bastard! He thinks I'll wait on his ass forever! He doesnt care that I'm standing out here in this stupid ass cold weather. I don't know where he is. It's not even like he takes time to dress himself or whatever. You see him! Almost everyday he comes to classes in his shitty little tomato covered pajamas. Thinks math is the same as a siesta, the bastard! That's it, I'm not waiting on him any longer. What a lazy bastard!"
Actually, he did end up waiting and Hungary crept into the suite above the auditorium alone. The dance floor wasn't that big, but then the student body wasn't that big either: only about 72 students. She danced with Italy with awhile and danced with a large group of the other junior students. Eventually she ventured out into the lobby to get a drink of water. She noticed a curled up figure on one of the small love seats. Small sobs were emancipating from that general area. Hungary tediously made her way over to the couch and realized the figure was Prussia. She sat down on the seat and wrapped her arms around Prussia's shoulders. She didn't know what was wrong, but she had her suspicions-Prussia had been venting to her for the last few weeks about his stained relationship with his boyfriend, Canada.
The boy was her friend and she cared about him. Prussia pushed her arms away and sat up properly, trying to hide stray tears.
"What's wrong?" she asked, even though she knew the answer.
"It's Canada" Prussia predictably responded. "he's depressed all the time and I can't make him happy. He ignores me when I try to talk to him, and he gets jealous when I hang out with you or Liechtenstein but then leaves me and hangs out with America or France. Hun, I just have no idea what I can do!" Hungary brushed some of his tears away with the back of her hand and was rewarded by East snapping at her hand with his teeth. In spite of herself, Hungary laughed but quickly grew serious again.
"Where's Canada now?"
"In the bathroom with America"
"And you were left alone like this?"
Prussia nodded. A couple came out of the dance and started making out in the couch across from the one Prussia and Hungary were situated on. Prussia choked back a sob and buried his face in his best friend's shoulder.
An eternity passed, and then Canada flanked by France and America burst out of a adjoining hallway and headed towards Prussia. Hungary, wishing to avoid an awkward situation, whispered an assurance to her friend and then headed back to the dance floor.
As she was about to enter she happened to (physically) bump into the piano student Austria. The two profusely apologized to one another but as the boy turned away Hungary stopped him.
"Um, Austria? There's something I want to tell you. You see, I've had this huge crush on you for an awkwardly long time." she rushed. Austria blinked and looked down at her like she was insane.
"Well," he slowly said, his voice and demeanor dripping with disdain "I'm not interested in dating anyone right now. The last time I was in a relationship with a friend things went terribly. So, let's just remain friends, shall we?" Hungary dimly nodded, and Austria headed back towards the dance floor.
"Would you like to dance?" the boy courteously asked her. Normally Hungary would have said yes, of course, she had been loving him from a distance since forever. But she made the fatal mistake of glancing back at Prussia. He was alone again, and met her glance with a heartbreaking gaze. She could either dance with a guy who would never pay attention to her again, or comfort her best friend who always had been there for her.
"Austria, I would really love too, but um, I think Liechtenstein is waiting for you." she left his side, and any hope for a relationship was lost.
Prussia and Hungary shed tears of pure angst together on that couch for most of the rest of the event. They both knew they would be let down, but still took a chance at high school love. And high school love had bitch slapped them both. Czechia and Macau continued to make out in the love seat opposite the friends, but eventually Prussia got sick of the irony and threw his shoe at them.