The World I Live In (Crazy Hetalia Fanfic)

Thirty

We talk for a while longer, mostly about hers and Austria’s On-Again-Off-Again relationship.

                “See, the problem is,” she figures, “whenever I make time for him, he just goes to do something else! I’m tired of it! I think he needs to get on track and more determined, like Prussia! Gilbert is so strong-minded and proud. He always goes straight for the ball, and doesn’t dilly dally.”

                “But… That’s so boring…” I comment. She shakes her head.

                “No. It’s really awesome. Just like him.” She glances over my shoulder, and I turn to see Prussia laughing at something Italy had said. He looks over at me, then at Hungary, and he smiles. I turn back to her to see her look down and swiftly take a drink.

                “You like him.” It wasn’t a question. It’s a statement.

                “No I don’t. I like Austria. He’s my man. We were once married, and-“

                “And how long was this?”

                “Fifty-three years.”

                “So not even enough time for you to age any?” I reason. “I think you and him make a cute couple and all… But maybe you guys should try something new.”

                “I don’t want to!” She argues.

                “Why not?” I ask. “You like Prussia, and he obviously likes you. Next time you and Austria have an off time, go after him. Figure which one you like more. No harm done, because Austria will get jealous – if he truly likes you – and so you can get him back if it doesn’t work out between you and Prussia. I’m just saying, it would work.” She looks at the table.

                “Well… I guess it would… But if it backfires, I’m blaming you, alright?” She compromises. I agree.

                “Hey,” Prussia walks over, sitting next to Hungary. “Everything good? You guys done talking about your female problems?” Hungary hits him in the shoulder.

                “Ow. That hurt.” He comments sarcastically, rubbing his arm. “Seriously.” He turns to me. “Chick can pack a punch, I’m telling you. Ever since she was little, and we would fight.”

                “You guys fought?” I ask, and he nods.

                “She could never realize that I was so truly awesome that she could never beat me. But this was back when she thought she was a guy-“

                “What? No way!” I exclaim. He nods, smirking.

                “True story. Until she hit puberty, she thought male gents were just something that would grow in when you got older.” Hungary hits him again.

                “Fuck you, Gilbert.” She spits out, blushing a light pink. He laughs.

                “What? Can’t take the pressure? You want to go cry to Roderich?”

                “That’s it. Get over here, bastard.” She tackles him, in her white dress, with fancy shoes and everything. It’s truly a sight to behold. He’s laughing from under her as she pins him down. They roll and wrestle on the grass, and when Austria and Germany – who were talking to each other – rush over, it is too late. Their hair is a mess, and they have mud and grass stains all over their clothes and bodies. They are both sporting bruises and scrapes, and panting heavily.