Poland's pov. :
A familiar voice wakes me up from my confusion induced trans. It's Hungary!
He looks worried.I immediately stepp up from my chair and runn into Hungary's direction to hug him.
Hungary: »Woa... Ok...«
Hungary seems pretty speechless.
I step back from my hug, wile holding onto his upper arms and exhale.
Poland: »Hey, I'm... really sorry, about... probably like three days I... Ignored you.«
Hungary looks down to the side, before giving me a melancholic stare. He doesn't exactly look satisfied from my apology, more so, even more torn down. But that's just how he is sometimes.
Hungary: »Yea, shure... It's ok. You wanna sleep at my place, or just come over for a bit? «
I'm sure he's still upset, but I think if I stay at his house for a while the tension will slide a bit and we'll be able to talk it out.
I take my hands back from Hungary's arms that he immediately crosses.
Poland: » As always you are not far from reading my mind Hungy. I'd love to... especially after this shit show.
Also... are you ok?«
He's surely not...
Hungary: »Yea yea. I'm fine.«
And also not good at hiding it.
Hungary: »I should probably ask you, after the UN put you with these clowns.«
Poland: »Remember it was "randomly picked". But yeah, I'm fine as well. As long as you don't count in the permanent brain damage. «
Honestly, I just want my fair share of pause, after this.
Hungary: »What? Why? What happened?«
What kind of question is that?
Poland: »Oh, we were where just havin' a little tea party. What do you think happened?!«
Hungary chuckles a bit.
Hungary: »I mean I don't know. I wasn't there! Maybe that's what happened. Maybe that's why France existed to go to the bathroom, so fast, in the middle of our group work. She just wanted to bring you a few whine bottles, for the extras.«
Poland: »Wait, really?«
Hungary: »Yea, at one point she just cursed a bit and stormed out of the room. Don't know what got into her there. «
Poland: »Hmm..., she already did that once, at the new years gathering, remember?«
Hungary shrugs his shoulders up and down.
Hungary: »Yeah, I guess so. So what about your tea and friends?«
Poland: »Yea, that one's a bummer. What can I say? Just a big back in forth tantrum and Germany being weird and a huge asshole as always. It was so self consuming that I didn't notice the road work being done next to us.«
Hungary: » And let me guess, Germany had his serious bitch face for the entire group work thing.«
Poland: »... He looked like shit~.«
I say and look at Hungary with my best impression of Spain. He doesn't move a muscle.
...
*Polish and hungarian laughter (!)*
That must have looked so stupid. Spain being bitchy is just comedy gold.
I look around to see nobody, except for the EU and the African union having a conversation, on the stairs going up to the third floor. I can barely hear them though.
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