Title: The End of an Age

Pairing: Hungary x Austria

Rating: T for Hungary, I guess

"It's been fifty-one years."

"I know."

"Do you really think that it's a good idea?"

Hungary hesitated, then managed a small, half-hearted smile. "No. But... I think we have to do it anyway."

Austria took a deep breath and closed his eyes, trying to stay composed. "If... if that's what you think is right." he finally allowed.

"It is," Hungary said with a nod.

"Well then... Um..." Austria took a step forward and held out his hand. "This is... goodbye, I suppose."

Hungary reached up to tuck a strand of her long, curly hair behind her ear, then grabbed his hand and shook it, smiling slightly. "You're an idiot." she said suddenly. "You get lost all the time and the only thing you truly care about is your piano-"

"That's not true!" Austria objected.

"Let me finish!" Hungary said, holding up a hand. "All you care about is your piano, you're obsessed with Prussia and Spain, for fuck's sake-" Austria flushed. "-and you bake all. The. Time." Hungary glared at Austria.

"But," She sighed. "Despite all that... I still love you."

Austria glanced up to meet her eyes. She was smiling gently at him, and so he decided it was his turn.

"Well," he began, "you're obsessed with sex!"

She smirked. "Don't tell me you don't like it."

He flushed even darker. "A-and you always read gay porn."

Her smile grew wider, but she didn't interrupt this time.

"And you're always really annoying and misleading because you dress all fancy and sweet but sometimes you threaten to slice people apart with a frying pan and I think that's really scary."

"So you finally admit it."

"AND you're totally obsessed with Prussia!" he accused. This time it was her turn to flush, and she looked away so that she wouldn't meet his eyes.

"But, despite all that..." He smiled softly at her. "I love you, too." He leaned forward and pressed his mouth to hers, and she reciprocated, bringing her arms up and wrapping them around his neck.

Finally, they split apart.

"Goodbye," Hungary murmured softly, pressing her lips lightly against his once more.

"Farewell," he whispered as she turned and left. He reached his fingers up and let them run across his lips. They were still warm from her touch.

He missed her already.

A/N I think I came up with the idea for this as revenge because Viva posted something...? I dunno. Anyway, it turned out cuter and sweeter and sadder than I thought. DX