Facades [Hetalia AU]

f o u r

Seated across the Prussian was a girl with chestnut brown waves rolling down her shoulders like a calm day in the beach, no storm or crowds, just a welcoming, and enchanting solitude. Her eyes were emerald green, shining with intellect and a glint of fury, and a soft but elegant dress completed her already alluring look. She was also known as Hungary, a person feared in the underground for her intellect and strength. At first look, she might seem like an innocent girl with shining eyes, too easy to take advantage of. However, the second time will be not so lucky. A pan, or another much more dangerous item, may be lodged into your throat or your skull, depending on her mood. 

Next to her was a Belarussian girl, with long, glossy platinum hair as soft as cashmere and eyes as dark as the infinite sky guarding mother earth ever since its creation and until its very demise. Her skin was pale as the first snow which contrasts beautifully with her lips and cheeks that was the same color as the first spring of the cherry blossom, delicate and prepossessing in its soft pink allure. She was wearing a dark blue dress, with silver intricates weaving in and out her, forming an exquisite pattern. She was seated in a red velvet sofa, her body sinking in like a helpless person in a quicksand, along with the Hungary and Liechtenstein. 

Lily's hair was chin-length long and was as yellow as the plentiful sunflowers in a random field in the mountains, a cheery yet invigorating sight. Her eyes were a shade of elegant turquoise yet it holds so much depth and maturity that you won't find in other countries despite their older age. She was wearing a long-sleeved pink blouse and comfortable black pants while going over notes and statistics she collected earlier before the meeting. 

After a while, Alfred's loud and slightly stern voice echoed around the room, signaling that their dinner was ready. They all momentarily moved to the dinner area, where the blond was placing down his cooked dishes down. The spicy yet also sweet aroma envelops the air like the infinite waves crashing all over the place in the seven seas. 

They all sat in the table in an orderly manner, in the same position as they did a hundred years ago when it first started, the time when they figured out that they weren't as alone as they thought. The time when they started to knew that they had a true, honest friend to rely on who can look past their intricate masks and nations' persona. 

Back then, even when they had played the game a hundred times, they were still immature young fools who didn't know how long they had to play it again. It was exhausting to keep it up, to pretend like it was nothing even if it was their everything. To blow their cover would mean that their nation would be seen as pathetic, to hide even their personality, in the international field. Some who did it were colonies, some were side players who watch from the sidelines rarely playing the chess game directly. 

Finding each other was a blessing in disguise. It started with small things. Hearing parts from hushed conversations of the officials that didn't match. Finding out that their personality was stark different from the times spent in the gigantic meeting rooms arguing when they were sadistic bosses in the underworld. 

They fought at first, even though their personalities were different it didn't help that some of them might have injured or insulted their respective nations when they were in their respective masks. An example if this was Russia and America. When they first met, they might have destroyed the whole living room (which was Prussia's back then and he swore to never let them have another meeting at his). After one day of destroying Prussia's whole house, they gave up and made a truce. After this episode, they grew closer and discovered that they had a lot of things in common. They would spend countless hours in Alfred's room, finding new discoveries about the space and hoping that maybe, one day, they could explore it together. 

The cold war was only a game of pretending. In the meeting rooms, they would act psychotic, competing in who would act the craziest.  They would throw knives, flipped the heavy meeting room table or throw chairs at each other. Each country would just run away so easily, hiding at each other, scared of being the next target since the two superpowers had enough army and nuclear to blow their precious homeland to unfixable pieces. Behind closed doors, they would laugh over their own actions and how the countries were fooled or scared so, so easily.  

Present day, they are now eating the meal, a simple main course yet having plentiful of flavors dancing in their tongue. A light conversation was going on around the table which ended with Prussia chugging the whole juice at Romano. It was just another night where they could all just take off what was not theirs truly and relax. 

"Now let's get down to business."

A/N:

im sorry, pls dont kill me. btw, thanks for the kind comments you guys left. it gives me energy to write another chapter. while you're here, pls watch butterfly-

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also tysm for reading this book. i started it out of fun, so sorry if it doesn't meet ur tastes or something. just give aph america lots of love cuz he deserves it. ILY ALLL