Living Young

Hungary Started It

There was something different about Hungary, but it seemed familiar at the same time. He couldn't put his tongue on it, and it irritated the hell out of him. It was something so familiar, maybe some of it was the way she acted today; something that reminded him of their childhood together.

They had driven to Romania's house, for some ungodly reason. The only good thing he could imagine coming out of this was a good fist fight starting between said nation and Hungary. Why they even kept contact was beyond him. Although he guessed it did make sense to a point. That whole "keep your friends close and your enemies closer" thing. When they did arrive at Romania's place at the end of his monstrous driveway, Hungary pulled the keys from the ignition, killing the engine and they both stepped out of the car. The car doors clapped closed as Prussia called over to his best friend.

"Remind me again why we're here."

"Romania needs a babysitter."

"I'm sorry?" he asked as they walked up to the front door and rang the doorbell.

"He needs a babysitter for his little brother, Moldova."

Prussia scoffed. "Kid doesn't need a babysitter. Not when he spent the latter half of the twentieth century in the Soviet Union with Russia. The kid can handle himself."

Hungary smirked. "True. I guess Romania still has some trust issues."

"Who among us doesn't?" he joked.

The door opened to reveal Romania, his outfit seeming just a bit fancier than casual. "Glad you could make it." He looked to Prussia and they exchanged a solid greeting before he looked to Hungary and kept quiet. "Your chest disappeared," he quipped, and a bell went off in Prussia's head.

Prussia looked to Hungary and immediately realized what his mind had already figured out ages ago that he had been too slow to. Hungary's chest was now almost entirely flat, at least compared to previously. Hungary seemed uncomfortable with Romania pointing it out, though. Her shoulders stiffened and she stared him down menacingly.

"And?" she growled in response.

"Nothing," he said light-heartedly. "I got no problem. As long as you can watch over Moldova for the night. I didn't realize you were bringing Prussia with you though."

"Prussia's here, too?" A small figure pushed his way in front of Romania and stood right in front of him, looking up. "Hi," he said with a wide wave of his hand.

"Hi, Moldova," Prussia greeted him with a warm smile. "Nice to see you again."

Moldova acknowledged him with a nod and a smile, a silent agreement between them that it was a thousand times better to be meeting once more without being under Russia's thumb.

The two finally stepped to the side, allowing Hungary and Prussia inside and closed the door behind them. Prussia looked up at the high ceiling of the front hall they stepped into. A stair well lead upstairs, a doorway at either side of the hall.

"Nice place."

Romania replied quickly. "Thanks. I'll be back in a minute." He looked down to his brother. "Moldova, you want to show them around?"

The kid nodded and looked back to them. "Come on." He lead them to the next room, showing them the kitchen and dining room, the rec room and living room and where the bathrooms were. Their tour lead upstairs, but not by the staircase they had seen upon first entering, but another case of stairs towards the back of the house. Both Hungary and Prussia ran up the stairs, following closely behind Moldova.

Upstairs were the bedrooms and numerous other doors that lead to rooms that Moldova explained. He told them which ones were closets and which were bedrooms and which were rooms with other uses. As for as Prussia understood, the bedrooms were made of the rooms at one end of the house, while rooms with other uses that Moldova didn't explicitly explain were at the other end. He pushed one door open and lead them in.