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[balaton]

[It's a beautiful day, and Hungary couldn't have been happier. This is the nicest her flowerbed has looked in a year, which makes the vicious guarding of it for the past few weeks all worth it.

It doesn't hurt that she's been gifted with an equally beautiful arrangement of blood red roses, as well. Hopefully, her happiness is as contagious as the pollen is.]


A: Action right outside 456 Stone st [Hungary's elbows are propped on the windowsill right over the flowerbed, on her face an expression of utter bliss. She's in a good mood, so she'll certainly be sweet this time. She'll even let you step on the grass.]

B: Action about town [Could be the bakery, or the flower shop, or shopping anywhere, really. Someone is looking for an extra special gift for that extra special someone. Also, she's on a horse]

Comments

A

[noluckduck]

[Hey, it's your not!daughter coming home! And she's still kind of high on carnations, which might account for the unusually happy grin on her face when she spots you.]

A

[balaton]

There you are, sweetie! [She acknowledges the approaching step with a smile of her own] Did you have a good time? You'll tell me all about it, right?

[noluckduck]

[GASP.] Oh man, that doesn't even matter right now! We gotta talk!

[balaton]

[Well, okay. She pulls out a chair, and then another, then gets the teapot because a Talk needs some serious tea, right?] It's nothing horrible now, is it?

[noluckduck]

Nah, of course not - [She takes her seat, thank you very much] It's just...

I've been kind of a shitty daughter, huh?

[balaton]

Mm, I wouldn't say so. This town's been hard on all of us. [Her hair is still white from the surgery, and she's not proud of what she's done for the past two weeks.]

[noluckduck]

'Snot just that. I've... been actin' like ya ain't my real mom, I realised.

[balaton]

Well. I am not your mom. [She starts gently, sliding her teacup] You know that I can't have children.

[noluckduck]

Well-- Well, sure, but fuck, that's what it feels like.

B.

[likesottlyfab]

Ah, Hungary! [Grudge against Hungary? What grudge against Hungary? Like who could ever be mad at Hungary? Not Poland, that's for sure. Hungary is great and wonderful and totally looking super hot up on that steed.

He skips up to her and her horse, looking very bubbly.]

Hey Hungary, can you feel my new sweater for me? [Offers up the sleeve of his sweater for Hungary to feel, waving it back and forth at her.]

B

[balaton]

[The part of her that is not currently preoccupied with the current love of her life (among other feelings usually reserved for mister Austria) remains the same, and is relieved at Poland having no ill feelings towards her] Is that cashmere? You've really gone all out this time, Polly. [grabs his wrist nicely this time, while balancing on her horse]

[likesottlyfab]

Nope! It's even better than cashmere.

It's boyfriend material. [Winks~!]

[balaton]

I don't get it.

[likesottlyfab]

I'm telling you that I like you, dummy! [Laughs playfully, sliding his wrist down so they can hold hands.]

[balaton]

[What the hell, she's in love, and she's happy, so she laughs it off.] I love you too, silly! You're my best friend, remember? [she swings his hand for emphasis]

[likesottlyfab]

Exactly! So like, who better to be more than friends with than someone who is already your bestest best friend?

This hurts to type ;;

[balaton]

Of course! We can the greatest bestest of best friends!

[likesottlyfab]

That's like totally another way of saying boyfriend and girlfriend right?

[balaton]

Boy--

You are a friend who is a boy...

[likesottlyfab]

A boy in love! [Gets up on his tippy toes to try to close the gap in their height difference thanks to the horse.]

So like are you going to kiss me, or am I going to have to lie to my diary tonight?

[balaton]

[Music stops, birds stop tweeting, and the horse swishes his tail idly.]

Oh, Polly.

You see, there is this girl...

[likesottlyfab]

[Tilts his head.] What about her?

[balaton]

[This position is awkward, yet perfect for dramatic show] I think she's stolen my heart. I can't give it to you while it belongs to another.

[likesottlyfab]

So like I'll steal it back, just tell me her name!

[balaton]

Oh, honey. You can't compete with an innocent maiden. It's Italy, and she's captured me in her eyes.

[likesottlyfab]

But, I'm like totally drowning in your eyes!

[Pauses for a moment to process what she just said.] Wait like, since when is Italy a girl? I mean I knew you thought he was like a girl when he was little, but I mean he's like totally not a girl.

[balaton]

Now that just sounds mes--

Oh, not that Italy. The other Italy! You know, the grumpy one, but not the one we know. There is another Italy out there and she's the most darling thing ever!

And I never thought our Italy was a girl. That was all mister Austria's fault.

[likesottlyfab]

Seriously? There's another Italy? [What two wasn't enough? Weird.]

How come I haven't met her?

[balaton]

You know, like there's another Canada here, who is also a girl?

And you don't have to worry about meeting her, because she's mine.

[likesottlyfab]

Canada?

[Thinks back to his little stint in the factory for a moment.] There was some girl who was totally going around calling herself America is she one too?

I should like at least meet her if she's going to be taking away my super cute Hungary from me! [Also it's another person he hasn't spoken to today. The scent of mint is flooding his senses again just at the thought of that. He has to talk to her!]

[balaton]

If there was a girl who is America, then there should be one who is Canada, as well. See?

But of course! I will have to introduce my beautiful lady to everyone!

[likesottlyfab]

Yes, introduce her! I totally need to meet her!

[Maybe if he can woo Italy, Hungary will follow shortly after and they can all be together and everyone's happy. This plan is completely flawless.]

[balaton]

[Uh oh. She's getting that dreamy look in her eyes again, the one bordering on lovesickness with a side of mad adoration]

[likesottlyfab]

[While Hungary drifts off in la-la land Poland gets distracted by someone else passing by. He should talk to that person!]

Bye Hungary! Remember to bring your girlfriend over to meet me soon!

B.

[tomatatas]

[What about looking for an extra special someone. Having just found a beautiful new dress Romana leaves the shop wearing it, intent on hunting Hungary down so the other woman can see it, when lo and behold, said woman appears.

On a horse. Joy.

Nevermind, she'll just hurry over, giving the beast a suspicious look before beaming at Hungary] Ungheria! Good morning, tesoro.

[balaton]

My lady! [Let's hope she was ready for that sweep, because she hauls Romana up the horse, as well.] It's only good because you're here.