~Hungary~
When I got home, I changed into night clothes and crawled into bed. Austria was already asleep, facing the opposite wall. The inayofuata morning he went straight to his kinanda and wouldn't let anyone approach him.
I think that Italy noticed how upset I was. He did his work twice as fast as normal, and he kept doing little extra things for me, like picking flowers. It was both sweet and heartbreaking. How could he know me better than my own husband?
I kept wondering about my meeting with Prussia. Did I know? Did I know why he called me there? I couldn't think of the reason, but I realized something.
I didn't want to know.
I didn't want to know why he asked me to come. Anything he would have wanted to say should have been alisema all those years ago. He had NO RIGHT to talk to me now, interfering with my life. My happy life. It's happy, isn't it?
~Prussia~
I banged my head on that stupid mti for at least a half hour. I was so STUPID! This was so un-awesome.
Gilbird fluttered around my head a few times. I think he knew how badly I handled that too.
When I finally sat down, everything felt really really dizzy. How could I let her walk away mad again? As awesome as I am, I was not good at handling angry women.
She probably didn't even hear my answer, I whispered it so low.
As I was trying to recover from my severe headache, I thought about that night. It really had started a lot like this time, but we were still Marafiki then, and she wasn't married to Mr. Cheap-Girly-Pianist-Not-Awesome-Freak.
I had finally gotten her to leave that stupid dress at Austria's and go hunting with me. We had caught three deer and a pheasant. We talked and just hung out, like when we were kids.
She started talking about her time with Austria and how he wrote a song for her. I guess I got jealous, so I started bad mouthing him.
She started yelling at me, saying how nice Austria was and I just couldn't stand the fact that she was growing up and I was still a child, and shoved me. I shoved her back.
"Quit it Cinderella! Save your strength for doing the little girl-boy's dirty work!"
She narrowed her eyes at me.
"Go to the Devil," she alisema dangerously low.
I threw my hands into the air, "Sometimes I think I'm already there! I mean, why can't we ever talk without fighting anymore? Do wewe know why? I know."
She laughed bitterly, "Because wewe never matured?"
I stared at her blankly, "Because he changed you." She stared at me, unbelieving, and ran.
She ran away angry.
I was sensing a pattern.
I am really un-awesome when dealing with angry women. Especially with angry women that... That I think I'm in upendo with.
After thinking this over, I did what I always did when confused au upset.
I went to that freaking mti and slammed my head into it. Over, and over, and over.
Above my head, I heard Gilbird fluttering around.
"Peep!"
When I got home, I changed into night clothes and crawled into bed. Austria was already asleep, facing the opposite wall. The inayofuata morning he went straight to his kinanda and wouldn't let anyone approach him.
I think that Italy noticed how upset I was. He did his work twice as fast as normal, and he kept doing little extra things for me, like picking flowers. It was both sweet and heartbreaking. How could he know me better than my own husband?
I kept wondering about my meeting with Prussia. Did I know? Did I know why he called me there? I couldn't think of the reason, but I realized something.
I didn't want to know.
I didn't want to know why he asked me to come. Anything he would have wanted to say should have been alisema all those years ago. He had NO RIGHT to talk to me now, interfering with my life. My happy life. It's happy, isn't it?
~Prussia~
I banged my head on that stupid mti for at least a half hour. I was so STUPID! This was so un-awesome.
Gilbird fluttered around my head a few times. I think he knew how badly I handled that too.
When I finally sat down, everything felt really really dizzy. How could I let her walk away mad again? As awesome as I am, I was not good at handling angry women.
She probably didn't even hear my answer, I whispered it so low.
As I was trying to recover from my severe headache, I thought about that night. It really had started a lot like this time, but we were still Marafiki then, and she wasn't married to Mr. Cheap-Girly-Pianist-Not-Awesome-Freak.
I had finally gotten her to leave that stupid dress at Austria's and go hunting with me. We had caught three deer and a pheasant. We talked and just hung out, like when we were kids.
She started talking about her time with Austria and how he wrote a song for her. I guess I got jealous, so I started bad mouthing him.
She started yelling at me, saying how nice Austria was and I just couldn't stand the fact that she was growing up and I was still a child, and shoved me. I shoved her back.
"Quit it Cinderella! Save your strength for doing the little girl-boy's dirty work!"
She narrowed her eyes at me.
"Go to the Devil," she alisema dangerously low.
I threw my hands into the air, "Sometimes I think I'm already there! I mean, why can't we ever talk without fighting anymore? Do wewe know why? I know."
She laughed bitterly, "Because wewe never matured?"
I stared at her blankly, "Because he changed you." She stared at me, unbelieving, and ran.
She ran away angry.
I was sensing a pattern.
I am really un-awesome when dealing with angry women. Especially with angry women that... That I think I'm in upendo with.
After thinking this over, I did what I always did when confused au upset.
I went to that freaking mti and slammed my head into it. Over, and over, and over.
Above my head, I heard Gilbird fluttering around.
"Peep!"
Maybe I'm uandishi this zaidi out of newfound frustration, but...
Let's be frank, here, we need a rule for the fandom. There really should be a rule where preteens under thirteen au people with some sort of onset Paracosm shouldn't be on ANY fandom, let alone Hetalia, because I swear I'll blow a freaking gasket the inayofuata time I hear a rape joke au someone whining and bitching that they don't like a ship. That's little kids stuff. If wewe have to giggle about rape au trash others for liking a pairing au just "liking some eye candy," (as if satisfying oneself sexually through a fictional ndoto pairing is against some anime law, user-who-won't-be-named) then no fandom is for you, dear, sorry...
Let's be frank, here, we need a rule for the fandom. There really should be a rule where preteens under thirteen au people with some sort of onset Paracosm shouldn't be on ANY fandom, let alone Hetalia, because I swear I'll blow a freaking gasket the inayofuata time I hear a rape joke au someone whining and bitching that they don't like a ship. That's little kids stuff. If wewe have to giggle about rape au trash others for liking a pairing au just "liking some eye candy," (as if satisfying oneself sexually through a fictional ndoto pairing is against some anime law, user-who-won't-be-named) then no fandom is for you, dear, sorry...
England and Italy were standing inayofuata to each other while stand underneath a double upinde wa mvua and they were swaying their hips. England looked pissed while Italy still looked as happy as ever while the muziki played imba "DOUBLE upinde wa mvua ALL THE WAY ACROSS THE SKY WHAOO WHAOO WHAOO!!!! SO INSTENSE!!!!" suddenly America, France, Germany, and Japan came out of nowhere and screamed "SO INTENSE!!!" on the SO INTENSE PART "DOUBLE upinde wa mvua ALL THE WAY ACROSS THE SKY!!! OHH MY GOD LOOK AT THE RAINBOW!!!".
Fin.
Fin.