Reunion

1989

It wasn't worth it anymore. He'd known that it was a fruitless course to persue from the beginning, but he'd stubbornly told himself that he could get around it and fix it himself, but Russia and his assosciates had kept on and constantly interferred with the workings of his governement. Now he'd made up his mind, even if it was suicide he chose. If he was going to die, then he was going to die happy, damn it! And if he was going to do it, it was going to be now while Russia still had Gorbachev as his boss. He was unlike any previous Soviet leader and Prussia was going to take his chance now while he could get away with it without worrying about interference since the stupid Brezhnev Doctrine was abandoned. He wasn't the only one either. All the other countries in Eastern Europe were already beginning to take advantage of this new freedom.

Poland, cross-dressing and often-ridiculous Poland, had started his demonstrations and strikes as far back as April of the previous year and had already successfully-overthrown his communist government by June in his elections. May 2nd, had seen Austria's and Hungary's personal official reunion when they started taking down the Iron Curtain and it was also Austria's introduction (he was almost sure it was an introduction, not a reunion, he didn't get to see Hungary all that much to know otherwise even living on the same side of the continent) to his little eccentric artist son of seven years. Had no idea what his nephew's true nation name was, but he still would have paid big marks to have been there and witness that moment (if he had known that it was going to happen then)! The fence was already mostly-dissolved by the end of the month when their foreign ministers cut through the wire for international photographers to symbolize the destruction of the Iron Curtain and freer relations and it had resulted in over 600 of his people heading for Hungary's house to go through Austria's to get to West's.

More increasingly-obvious signs of the winds of change were in early July, before the entire Council of Europe – which consisted of Britain, representing the United Kingdom with his older brothers, Scotland, Wales, and Ireland, Netherlands with his sister, Belgium, and brother, Luxembourg, France, Italy (both of them), Denmark, Norway, and Sweden – Gorbachev formally-announced his policy of non-intervention in the form of the Sinatra Doctrine (as if it hadn't been obvious enough with his lack of interevention with Poland and Hungary!). The countries weren't the only ones heartened and revved up by the news; their people were too! For the first time in decades, the people that they represented would finally be able to show their true colors and create the government that they wanted and without any fear of Soviet intervention! Even Prussia was caught up in the revolutionary atmosphere, but he wanted his timing to be right. Something fitting for the Great Prussia.

It didn't take him long to find it. Austria and Hungary were hosting a Pan-European picnic on their border on August 19th to desmonstrate the ridiculousness of such borders. Flyers were even being given out! It was perfect! They couldn't have an awesome picnic without the Awesome Prussia! He'd just go on and invite himself over! Prussia was not the only one to have the bright idea of attending this Pan-European picnic; several thousands of East Germans traveled with him and naturally, the first thing he did upon arrival was announce his supreme awesomeness to the gather at large. Then he immediately glided over to his favorite (both physical and verbal) punching bag!

"Hey, Loser Austriaaaaaaa! ! !" Prussia said loudly as he barreled his way through the crowd and swung his arm around his younger brother's neck, pulling him into a headlock, "The Awesome Me is here, so your picnic-party thing is salvaged because you seriously suck at this! There's not nearly enough beer! How can you have a good party without copious amounts of beer? ? And you claim to be German! Those loser Habsburg bosses of yours seriously messed you up. Well, not a total loss; my awesomeness shall easily overcompensate for your loserness-!"

He probably would have gone on except that Hungary had taken a frying pan to his head and left a throbbing egg-sized bump where it hit. He was only out cold for five minutes (how? Because he's awesome!) before he came to, full of obnoxious laughter and clearly in good spirits. He'd honestly forgotten what skillet-to-head had felt like and it felt good to have something so trivial (the bump was hardly trivial!) happen to him.

"Still as deadly as ever!" Prussia laughed loudly, "Good thing birthing a second kid hasn't softened you up! Speaking of which, what's shy-and-quiet's name over there?" his voice dropped back down to a serious curiosity as he vaguely gestured at the white-haired, violet-eyed boy peering at him from behind his mother's skirts.

It was his father who answered, "Kugelmugel."

Prussia gave Austria an expression of mocking disbelief. "Really? 'kugel'? 'Sphere'? That's the first part of your son's name? And what the hell is a 'mugel'? That's not normal German. Are you screwing up my language again? !"

"It's Austrian German..."

"Aha! So you are screwing up my language! !" Prussia declared, unrepentant.

"Hardly yours since you threw Old Prussian words into your dialect and you're unoriginal since your current name starts with 'East' (1) too," Austria retorted.

"PRUSSIAAAAA! ! ! ! !" a loud voice suddenly bellowed, just before Prussia could say something rude back to Austria, from the northern end of the field. Prussia was instantly excited and anxious. There was only one person he knew that could shout that loud in such a deep voice, but West had never called him by his name before, at least in that tone.

As soon as he saw his tall, youngest brother, despite his slight anxiety, he immediately ditched those losers and ran over to West, not caring for once (shock!) that his beer was spilling everywhere because of his wild actions, "WEEEEEEST! You're here! Good! I hope you brought more beer with you because stupid Austria didn't bring enough as usu- al..."

West had just sucker-punched him in the gut and caught him totally off-guard which was a very rare moment to witness, much less take advantage of.

"Sie ... sind die schlimmsten stolz, rücksichtslos, dumm, starrsinnig älterer Bruder aller Zeiten! (2)" West yelled at him in angry German (and because it's German, it automatically sounds a hundred times angrier when it's actually being yelled), but when he was done with the verbal beatdown, he looked about ready to cry.

"Aw, it's okay, West. I know you love me 'cause I'm awesome," Prussia said with a carefree shoulder squeeze to the taller German country, but he was as happy to see West as West was to see him (even if his baby brother did punch him in the gut first).

So after West had finally pulled himself together and met his nephew, whom he greeted awkwardly since he had always been the youngest in the family until now, he gazed across the border, or lack thereof with a calculating look. "So after this picnic thing, all the East Germans currently in Hungary at the moment are going to escape through Austria's land to get to mine?"

"Nope!" Prussia said proudly.

"'NO'? ! ? !" Germany repeated, horror-struck, "Certainly they're not going to stay in Hungary's house!"

"Not that either!" Hungary said in a chipper tone, "My border guards have been telling the East Germans that they can get West German passports from your West German diplomats here in my home, Germany. Some of them will undoubtedly leave, but many of them want that passport, so they're staying on a little longer."

"Ah, so it's... not going to be an immediate mass migration," Germany concluded, looking a little relieved and then turned concerned eyes onto his oldest brother, "So I won't get to see you for long this time around."

"Nope!" Prussia said with a vigorous shake of his head, "But it's hardly the last you'll hear from me. My East Germans are gonna be shaking things up real soon! You heard Gorbachev as well as I did West. Sinatra Doctrine! You've seen what Poland and Hungary have already done and without a peep from Russia! The entire Eastern bloc is on fire West, and it's not gonna stop until it's run its course, destructive or peaceful!"

"Just... be careful Brother," Germany warned him to which Prussia snorted.

"'Careful'? Please! 'Careful' is showing throat and letting the Alpha wolf push you around. It's nerve, determination, and a whole lot of desperate to challenge and take down the biggest Alpha male."

()()()()()()()

Seeing West had been a great tonic for him and strengthened his resolve. It was about time he stopped running and got out of this year in a truly epic-awesome Prussian style! He was gonna make his contribution to this revolutionary year so grand and fantastic that nobody, not even the history books, would ever forget it! When Hungary completely opened up her borders September 11th, he encouraged as many of his people, who were willing and able, as possible to journey to her house and detour through Austria's to get to West (which ended up being several tens of thousands!). They were all going to get there sooner or later and realistically, he had no control over the when, but if he had his way, he would bring all the Germans together in a month (maybe two)!

Hungary's border opening had actually helped stir his people into further dissent with the government; the atmosphere was practically boiling with it and he thrived on it! His blood quickened every day with the increased tension, but not with the bloodlust of battle. Much as Prussia would have loved kicking the government's collective asses, that would not win him this war! This type of war called for different battle tactics and he was willing to do whatever it took to accomplish his goal. He quickly discovered the avenue to channel his strength and will in a rather large demonstration movement in Leipzig which had been created through a nearby Protestant Church and demonstrations were held every Monday after service. Prussia didn't hesitate a second in giving the movement his full support. Ironic that the religion that had nearly killed him the first time was now trying to (sorta) save him, but that hardly mattered now or a hundred years ago, so it was best to forget it.

He could feel the day drawing ever closer! Just a month after Hungary's borders opened, the movement had a grand total of 320,000 non-violent demonstrators, the number increasing by the week, and 10,000 East Germans left by the day. As a result, his internal structure was a mess and he still felt somewhat sick, but he could put up with it in favor of the overthrow of the government to reunite with West and give his people a far better standard of living then they'd ever had under the separation!

The government was beginning to crumble!

One of his so-called bosses, Erich Honecker – the leader of the SED, resigned from his position on October 18th and it fed the demonstrations' impassioned spirits! Sure, it wasn't the prime minister, but it was a step! The government was still giving into the East German will! Prussia, himself, was in an ecstatic frenzy and it further excited his people to keep on pushing for their freedom of mobility, democracy, and free elections! Nearly another month of relentless demonstrations later on November 7th, his official boss, the Prime Minister Willi Stoph, and the entire government under him resigned! Personally, the guy hadn't been that bad. He'd at least had a meeting with West's boss in 1970, but he had to go, just like the rest of the government! Sparing one in a position of power would show a weakness that he could not, would not, allow!

He couldn't wait any longer!

All who were going to resign under the current conditions had already done so! There was nothing that his people couldn't do when they were all unified together in purpose and mind! Honecker's long-ago attempt to disable the demonstrations with the addition of the Stasi in the crowds was proof of the government's powerlessness, and they had overcome it! They would do it again!

Victory!

November 9th, the government was allowing travel directly between himself and West and it was to take effect immediately (as if they had any other choice when the masses were screaming defiance in their ears). Screw the Politburo and their stupid checkpoints! He was too awesome for shit like this! Prussia promptly bowled over the guards (yes, they were his too, but they were being stupid weaklings – they should just join him in the awesomness of his nationalism!) that had the misfortune of being in his way and was followed by all the other East Germans as eager to get to the wall as he was. He barely skidded to a stop in front of the tall stone wall before him and he placed his hands upon it as he looked up at the top with such barely-contained excitement that he could hear the blood pounding in his ears with his rapidly-beating heart. He was here! He was right here! And they weren't trying to stop him! (it'd be impossible to shoot him down, but it sure would be uncomfortable) Only stone separated his land from his little brother's now!

With his heart in his throat, Prussia stepped back slightly from the wall and cupped his hands around his mouth to better project his well-practiced bellow, "WEEEEEEEEST! ! ! !"

"BROTHER!" West's voice shouted back almost instantaneously and judging from the direction and intensity, West was a little further north than he was at the moment.

"Get over here! I'm about to do something REALLY awesome!" Prussia shouted again as he grabbed at one of the slightly-jutting edges of the stony wall above his head, placing his foot upon the wall, and heaved himself up, then repeat.

It was a little slow, there were no good hand- or foot-holds on the wall seeing as it was never designed to be climbed and he scraped his knees and hands on the uneven surface, but nothing that wouldn't heal and certainly nothing he couldn't live with! He could hear the Germans! Both East and West populations amassing in huge, unprecedented numbers upon the wretched wall and even though he didn't need it, they encouraged him further!

"West, you over here yet! ?" Prussia shouted as his hands grasped the top of the wall. It wouldn't be as awesome if West wasn't directly on the opposite side of the wall from him.

"Right here, Brother!" West's voice came loud and clear and from the direction straight in front of him.

A wide smirk graced Prussia's lips, "Then prepare yourself to see this awesome face of mine..." he pulled himself up onto his elbows, dragged himself to the opposite edge of the wall, and peered down with a triumphant grin upon his face upon seeing his youngest brother, "...West!"

"Brother!" West called back, his entire face expressing his overwhelming joy as he stretched out his right hand towards his oldest brother.

Grinning like a maniac and unable to stop himself, Prussia leaned downward and caught West's hand with his own in a tight, affectionate, and reassuring grip (3).

And when all the Germans of both countries on the wall and down below immediately burst into cheers and tumultuous applause, only then did Prussia begin to cry. It was okay though, because these were tears of joy and those were awesome. He was allowed to cry awesome tears.

Struck with a sudden bout of dramatic awesome, Prussia tugged on West's arm, half-pulling him up, half-encouraging him up himself. "Come on, hurry up on this wall and join the awesome me! It'll be the first time that we've stood together in each others' hearts in nearly thirty years. – Oi! Germans, we need two pickaxes over here! – Up you get, there you go!" he exclaimed as he helped West settle himself on top of the wall and stood up, "Look alive, West! We're making history here! Now where- Ah! There they are!"

"Brother, what are we doing up here?" West asked as Prussia reached down and accepted the two pickaxes handed up to him, before finding one of them thrust into his arms.

"Follow my lead," Prussia murmured quickly under his breath and didn't give West time to ask for more details before he stood tall and stretched his arms wide out on either side of him to address those assembled.

"Since it's completion in 1961, this wall has physically separated West Germans from East Germans, but it has done more than that! It has isolated hearts and minds from each other and is a physical representation of the 'Iron Curtain', as British Prime Minister Winston Churchill once described it, that has fallen across Europe!"

He could feel West's eyes on him, could practically see the shock in his eyes. Yes, West had never heard him talk like this, never heard him speak with the force of the people he was a (temporary) country for. This was the East German will that he spoke with and only his strength and sympathetic eagerness kept them listening to him. Could West feel it from his own people? That driving frenzy throbbing at the back of his skull to enforce their will upon him? He'd be surprised if he couldn't.

"But the Curtain is tearing! You already know that Poland and Hungary have torn down their iron-clad drapes and now it's our turn! Never again will families be torn apart by this barrier! Never again will this wall thwart us! Never again will East Germany be separated from West!"

West had caught on and with an almighty swing, powered by the fervor of their people, both swung their pickaxes down onto their respective sides of the wall and stone debris flew out in all directions, but such was the strength of their blow that there were two rough holes, one big and one small on each side of the wall. Look through either and one could see the land on the other side.

"The Berlin Wall has fallen!" Prussia declared and thrust his arm, pickaxe and all, into the air in a gesture of triumph, "Let Germany be reunited!"

The explosion of noise upon this proclamation was cacophonous and near-deafening and what followed immediately after was pure chaos. People either climbed over the wall to reunite with long-separated family members or they started hacking away at the wall with whatever they could find or both! And through it all, Prussia never once let his deeply-rooted anxiousness surface farther than the very depths of his consciousness, barely allowing himself to feel it in the euphoria of one of his greatest triumphs in history. Despite what the reunification would mean, he could relax today. Deep in his subconscious, he knew he'd be alright for a little while longer. He'd bought himself more time. Momentous events such as this lasted longer in memory and retelling than their loyalty to a country's identity, particularly when it was created with an abhorred government that most of the citizens didn't want.

()()()()()()

It seemed he had more time than he had originally-anticipated. He had originally attempted to maintain sovereignty as a democratic state, but West was having none of it (at the suggestion, West had gone all 'I'm not letting you get away with that again, you dummkopf!' and that was the end of that discussion) and so he had reluctantly resigned to his fate. However, upon the day of the official German unification, Prussia could see, in detail, just how different the East and West had become from each other in a short forty years. West had grown whereas he had stagnated (and it was partially his fault). West was already reassuring him that they would aide former East Germany in getting its economic situation and living conditions back up to par and help him recover from his illness. West's government was already backing up these claims, but it sucked that he would have to take medication until his territory got back its full strength and could properly support German citizens again. Once again, he no longer existed as a nation anymore, but rather than being dissolved, like he had been in 1947, his and West's situation was more like the Italy brothers: two parts of a country united into one. However, they were unlike the Italy brothers in that there was no threat of one of those two disappearing into nothingness. Veneziano and Romano, and the land they represented, were such different people with vastly different histories as a result of hundreds of years worth of separation. Neither of them could disappear as a result.

The same could not be said for him and West. They hadn't even been separated for fifty years much less one hundred. It took longer than that to alter a culture to the point of requiring a separate identity and a body, such as himself, to represent it. He had brought West onto the world stage and West had inherited his own culture. West's people were essentially Prussians in that sense and even though the forty years of separation had made remarkable differences between the West and the East, it would recover in time and become like the rest of the complete Germany with a continuous history from there on out (unless West ended up getting partitioned in the far future yet again). That would probably be the point when he would disappear, but reforms and recovery took time... a long time, he could feel those minds who did not care for the German unification or didn't want it at all. So he wouldn't be going anywhere for quite a while yet; that is, if the Fall of the Berlin Wall didn't keep him around even longer than the time it would take for him to get better. However, there was something else out there keeping him alive that Prussia had not counted on.

()()()()()()()

1991

Prussia now had an insanely huge amount of free time now that he was not a true country once again. He still had a region of land that was his body and a collection of people that supported him, but all the government work that he would have shouldered were he still a country was now West's responsibility. He'd go in and rescue him from his bosses, but for some reason, West didn't like it when he came barging into meetings to drag him away and do more awesome things. So what was he doing to keep from being bored and staying out of West's hair? Traveling! He was slowly making his way through all the German states to familiarize himself with West's land and any changes that may have occurred during his forty year absence. He was making his way through Bremen in the northern part of Germany when he felt something. A sort of pressure on his heart, but not oppressing. It was more... supportive and his red eyes widened in realization. It had been so long, he had all but forgotten...! But now that he recognized it, he couldn't believe he had forgotten!

There were Hohenzollerns here!

Prussia quickly glanced about him and took off at a run, keeping his eyes open, but more following the increasing pressure on his heart. He didn't know what they looked like anyway. Who was alive now? Were any others born since he'd last seen the Crown Prince William and his son, Louis Ferdinand? What had happened to the family he had served since 1511? His beating heart urged him toward a house and he entered without any thoughts regarding trespassing. This wasn't trespassing. They were his! The first person he saw was an old man sitting in a chair in the parlor. He was a Hohenzollern, there was no doubt about it! Even more astounding, he was Hohenzollern that he recognized!

"Louis Ferdinand?"

The man looked up in surprise and a look of shock crossed his face. There was no doubt about it! It was Louis Ferdinand, grandson of his last Emperor! But he was old! How was he still alive! He was born in November of 1907! That meant he was... eighty-three years old! He was so changed since he'd last seen him! When had he last seen him! He couldn't remember...

"Prussia...? Prussia...!" Hearing his true name spoken again nearly made the albino want to cry as the aged man stood up and strode over to greet him, his expression wide and smiling, "Prussia, old friend, I had always known that dissolution would never knock you down."

"You know me too well, Louis Ferdinand," Prussia said with an engaging smirk, "I'm too awesome for something like that to take me out!"

They both gave a small laugh at the use of Prussia's favorite word, then Louis Ferdinand became all serious, but he was still smiling, "It really is good to see you, Prussia. Why, we looked of an age when I last saw you and now I look four times your elder. Funny stuff mortality."

"Immortality is no piece of cake either, you know," Prussia said half-jokingly, "After my dissolution, I didn't really pay too much attention to the Hohenzollerns, but... I still feel this supportive pressure on my heart when I'm near you guys like I did for my previous bosses of your family. Why?"

"Oh, Grandfather, you have a visitor?"

Prussia looked past his Prince and saw a curly-haired young man of about fifteen standing in the entrance way to the room beyond, looking a little surprised and confused (probably because he was not expecting his grandfather to have such a young-looking guest over). Yes, he was a Hohenzollern too and... he felt that same pressure towards this boy that he did towards Louis Ferdinand...?

"Yes, a most important one, Georg Friedrich," Louis Ferdinand said with a delighted smile, "This man is the magnificent nation once known as the Kingdom of Prussia. Indeed, he is the very embodiment of that great nation. Don't be fooled by his apparent youthful age. He has served at our family's behest for centuries and worked alongside some of our history's greatest leaders."

Georg Friedrich's eyes suddenly widened and gazed at Prussia with significantly-increased respect for the albino human-like nation. "So you are my birthright, Lord Prussia."

Prussia laughed heartily, "Now that's a mighty fine title, kid, but totally unnecessary. For one, I was dissolved, so I'm technically not allowed any titles though those always went to my bosses anyway" he threw a wink in Louis Ferdinand's direction, "And for two, I was a kingdom back in the glory days; I'm way too awesome to be just a lord."

"Prussia," Louis Ferdinand started and his smile was both knowing and understanding as he returned to the previous subject, "You may have been dissolved, but we have not renounced our claim to your throne. To your heart, we are still your bosses for we recognize you as Prussia first and foremost, and not as the German Democratic Republic that you claimed for yourself in 1949 nor the eastern part of Germany that you will maintain as a result of the split. We are the sons of Prussia, your Princes, and we cannot be Princes to a nation that has disappeared. You, the very country we were born to, are one of the few birthrights left to a Prussian Prince. While the House of Hohenzollern lives on, so will you Herr Prussia, the last living memory and record of our glorious heritage."

Prussia was absolutely speechless. The House of Hohenzollern had survived! Better yet, they were his bosses! Not West's nor the GDR's, but his own and they were keeping him alive! They wouldn't let him die! He was so overcome with emotion that he couldn't speak for several moments.

"D-Danke! Danke, my son! You are... SO awesome!"

Louis Ferdinand grinned, knowing that it was the absolute highest compliment that Prussia could ever give.

Once Prussia had gotten a grip on himself, he turned his gaze back to the youth and said, "So, you said I'm your birthright too. I'm guessing that means you're my heir presumptive, ja?"

"Ja, Herr Prussia," Georg Friedrich said with a respectful nod of his head.

Suddenly Prussia grinned maniacally. "Hey, come on over here Georg!" Prussia said with a jerk of his head as he strode purposefully over to the prince, "I've been wanting to mess with this curly head of yours since I laid eyes on it! It's just begging to be messed with!" he exclaimed as he caught Georg Friedrich in a headlock and ruffled his hair to unruly satisfaction.

Nothing was permanent.

The gap between West and eastern Germany might never be overcome or West might finally bring equality and unity to the two halves.

Momentous as the Fall of Berlin was, people will forget that in time too, perhaps when they themselves personally don't realize its importance or when the result of the Berlin Wall's presence stops affecting their lives.

The living members of the House of Hohenzollern would keep him alive, but there was no guarantee that the House wouldn't die out in time.

There was no more-certain guarantee to his continued lifespan than these three bits, weak in and of themselves, but strong when gathered towards a common purpose. Despite the Allies' attempt to kill him off, there always seemed to be just one more thing that prevented him from dying. That he was still alive through so many methods after forty-five years was a miracle worthy of the House of Brandenburg. Perhaps... perhaps Old Fritz was looking out for him more than he'd thought he was. He'd been given what he'd needed most: time.

Time enough to come to terms with his unstable nature and accept the very real possibility that he may disappear like Father Germania and Holy Rome. Maybe he'd have enough time to learn to enjoy it when the time came. After all, Fritz was dead, maybe he'd get to see him. But for now, he had the present to live for. And who knows what Europe's future would look like? Perhaps he'd be needed again before it was his time to go. Europe couldn't count him out of the picture just yet.

Yet more translations! And some other notes as well. :)

(1) Language bonus FTW! Basically, this is referencing how Austria's name in German is Österreich and 'Ost' is German for east (unless you're talking about something going to the East, then it's der Osten if I understood that correctly).

(2) "Sie ... sind die schlimmsten stolz, rücksichtslos, dumm, starrsinnig älterer Bruder aller Zeiten!" – You... are the worst proud, inconsiderate, stupid, pigheaded older brother of all time! (I know I'm really taking a chance with using an entire sentence like this since I don't know German, much less German grammar, but I wanted to show just how mad Germany is [even though he'd be speaking German to Prussia anyway *fails*])

(3) I actually saw this picture on the Internet. A real, legit picture of a man on the East German side tightly-gripping the hand of a man on the West German side. I based this moment entirely off of that picture.

Oh God, I feel even more awful than I did when writing the last chapter (but I feel a little better regarding Prussia's character)! This is too close! Too close! God, Prince Georg Friedrich is still alive and the current head of the House of Hohenzollern (though I suppose technically, after the time in which Prussia became a kingdom, it would be the House of Hohenzollern-Brandenburg?). Anyways, since the Prussian royalty never renounced their claim to the throne, I figured that their very existence would be part of the reason why Prussia will continue to live on. Also, I have no idea what the guy is like except that he has a great respect for history and takes it quite seriously, having grown-up with his grandfather, Prince Louis Ferdinand Sr. (his father was also a Louis Ferdinand). I am also assuming that he grew up with his grandfather (I have no idea who actually rasied him, but he definitely spent a great deal of time with his grandfather) because his father died a year after he was born and then his mother died giving birth to his sister like six or seven months later or something.

And yay! I'm finally close enough to the present that I get to mention one of my other favorite headcanons! Kugelmugel is the son of Austria and Hungary! I've been wanting to write this forever! I haven't written this fic, but I totally will eventually. In the meantime, know that it is totally possible. ;)