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[balaton]

June 8 195x

.:456 Stone st :.

[After such a drastic event, the house at this address is immaculately clean, for a change. There is none of the usual rubble that normally befalls it, and even the stairs are intact for once. In fact, flowers line the living room on every stable surface. The largest vase is in the kitchen, though, where Hungary is doing the last touches to the icing on her cake. Ella Fitzgerald play on the phonograph.

It's someone's wedding anniversary. If you're nearby and can smell the flowers or the food, come pay a visit for free cake.]


.: Make-out Point:.

[Hungary is wasting what precious ammunition she has shooting targets, over and over again until nothing remains of them but tufts. The trees are next.]

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[koyo]

( ( This sounds like a horrible and vicious cycle. ) )

That's good. What about Austria? You haven't mentioned him.

[muskatli.livejournal.com]

[What no this is the natural order of things.]




Mister Austria had been droned for a while, and quite distant even before that.

[koyo]

( ( Nature can still be horrible and vicious, okay. ) )

Ah. . . ( ( Looking down at his tea. Aaaaawkward. ) ) I didn't know, lo siento.

[muskatli.livejournal.com]

[Then all is right with the world. And Prussia has a hard head.]

I'm stronger than heartbreak, Spain. You should know that by now.

[koyo]

I do? I mean, I know you're strong but. . . Ah. ( ( Different years, of course. ) )

Back home, you and Austria are very happy together. It's been that way for awhile.

[muskatli.livejournal.com]

hose were good times, weren't they? I think we fought just as any other two did, but I don't regret those days.

I'm glad you remember us like that.

[koyo]

You two always got along from what I remember. Ah, even back then. . . ( ( When Hungary was just a servant girl in the Habsburg House. ) ) I wasn't surprised when I heard about the union, you know.

[muskatli.livejournal.com]

[There is a soft smile on her lips. Despite the heartbreak and misfortune, she looks back on certain memories fondly] I know what the others kept saying. It was a political union, like everything else. But I really did love him, Spain. Those years were the proudest of my life.

[She pushes another plate of sweets--no sense in underfeeding her guest--toward him] And it was nice to be treated like an equal by the person you loved.

[koyo]

You don't have to convince me, Hungría, I believe you. ( ( There's a sigh and Spain nods in agreement, helping himself to the cake. He isn't even realizing how much he's eating but it's been so long since he's last had Hungary's cooking. ) )

And together, the two of you became some of the stronges in all of Europe. Ah, it's almost like a child's story.

[muskatli.livejournal.com]

[A well fed guest is a happy guest, and Spain certainly looks happy enough, even if she doesn't share his optimism]

And like all good stories, it had to come to an end. Sometimes I envy you, not knowing what to come.

But I'm not... Unhappy now. Even in this insane place, I think I can go on living. And I think we nations might become closer yet.

[koyo]

Hm? That's nothing to be jealous about, Hungría. You can be happy too, you know? ( ( Taking a break to eat more of this cake. You know,


speaking of getting closer ) )

How's Prusia doing? Do you know?

[muskatli.livejournal.com]

[You do that. Make Hungary proud of her cooking :') ]

Ah, not much has changed. His habits did, but the way he goes about them is the same. He snatches up the muffins when they're still too hot, and doesn't like the music I play.

[Sips tea, for emphasis, but sets the cup down a tad too hard.] But he doesn't complain that much anymore when I take his motorcycle on a ride. That does feel nice.

[koyo]

He eats your cooking? ( ( Legit surprise here. And then he realizes who's food he's eating and how that might have sounded and that tea cup clash just makes him more nervous. ) ) Not that there's anything wrong with it! It's just-

He doesn't think you're trying to poison him?

[muskatli.livejournal.com]

[Uh oh. There is another cake in the fridge. It's chocolate. And for that, you might be forced to consume it as well.]

In this town, we have to trust each other. And my baking may not be up to par with mister Austria's, but it's hardly poisonous.

[koyo]

( ( Was that the poisoned one for Prussia. . . . . ) )

I didn't mean it was bad! I like it, ahaha. I was just surprised Prussia does, is all! ( ( Changing the topic changing the topic ) ) Right! Trust! We have to trust each other, I agree!

[muskatli.livejournal.com]

[He wishes. Is that a fast death?]

And in this place, we have to use that trust more than anything else. If it means having to tolerate Prussia, then it's worth it.

[koyo]

( ( You'd have to ask England if you want more info about food poisoning. ) )

Ah, you say it like it's a bad thing. Prusia's a good person, really, you'd like him too if you let yourself try.

[muskatli.livejournal.com]

[She blinks, perhaps at the sincerity in his voice.]

Of course he is. We're all good people, in our own ways. Oh dear, Spain, it's not as if I hate the fellow.

[koyo]

( ( Still going. ) )

He gets into fights a lot and he says really mean things and he's not very nice to women or me or France or anyone else really. . . and he's really loud and some times his jokes aren't very funny and he's not a very good cook but. . . What was I saying? Oh, right, he's a really good person.

[muskatli.livejournal.com]

[She reaches forward... And pats him on the arm. Once. Twice.]

You care so much about him...

[koyo]

Huh? What? ( ( And Spain's back on earth. ) ) Sí, of course, he's my friend.

[muskatli.livejournal.com]

Your oldest and dearest friend, right? More special than the others?

[koyo]

Huh? Well, not my oldest friend I've been friends with you longer. ( ( What was he saying? ) ) But he's a very dear friend, sí, you're right! ( ( YES. HE'S FINALLY SHOWN HUNGARY THE LIGHT. ) )

[muskatli.livejournal.com]

It's easier to see that, now that we have to share a house, but I imagine you'd see a different side to him. [He's kind of digging his own grave here. Slowly but surely.]

[koyo]

What kind of side?