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APH - Den/Hun - Unexpected Invitation - Chapter 1
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Warning: Very long. xD
Elizaveta was simply tired and sick of this.
Roderich was having his own problems with surrounding nations again - Europe, in general. Vash was arguing with Roderich, as he usually does whenever they meet, and even Gilbert was claiming that he was "bored" to give an excuse for trying to claim Roderich's vital regions. Once Ludwig got in the way to stop Gilbert and Roderich, Gilbert fabricated a reason to blame Roderich for starting it so that he could try and get at his vital regions "as revenge" and - well, hell just ensued there. Luckily, Elizaveta had arrived there in time to knock some sense into Gilbert with her partner-in-crime frying pan.
No, none of this was not even related to Elizaveta. But Roderich's problems essentially became Elizaveta's sooner or later, even if they were ex-spouses. This is probably what you get for being an independent nation, she told herself.
Nowadays, Elizaveta took walks and sat down in this massive grassy field she had recently found. It was always a little windy there (it definitely does not help that she has thick, voluminous hair when the weather was like that), but she was able to tolerate it. To her surprise, these walks and just staring off into the sky relieved her from anything that made her stressed.
Elizaveta was lying there now, watching two birds tease each other as they danced in the sky. As the birds flew out of sight, she sighed and closed her eyes, slowly falling asleep as the gentle noises around her were filtered from her hearing.
Mathias kept tossing up and down a krone as he strode down a stone pathway. Things hadn't been going too well back at the Nordic side of the continent. He was getting tired of Berwald and Tino acting all...all cute all the time, and was actually quite glad that they had left his house to go live off on their own. Then of course there was Norway and Iceland who, ever since they were actually proven to be brothers, were hanging out more than ever. That left him, Mathias, alone most of the time. Matter-of-fact, Iceland had taken Norway off on a boating trip earlier that morning, so he probably wouldn't see them for a day or two.
What happened to the once great Viking king? The voice in Mathias's head mocked him, and he scowled at the krone after catching it a last time before putting it into his cloak pocket. A breeze had picked up, and he had to reach up to make sure his hat was in place as a sea of black and red surrounded him. People used to fear him, and he had everything, everything. But what did that matter? Today was today, and he just had to deal with it.
As he was alone, and his country had been pretty quiet, he decided to travel south, just to get some time to himself that didn't consist of just staying cooped up in his house or on his boat all day. He may be a tall, strong Viking, but he had his soft spot and couldn't help but feel better when he saw the serene countryside of the various nations that were close to his own. As Mathias looked around, he found himself in a field with tall, green grass, looking like a sea with the constant breeze making the tips of the blades look like waves. Mathias's thoughts traveled back to the sea, and he allowed himself to sit down in the sea, letting himself get lost in his dreamworld.
Elizaveta shot her eyes open after sleeping for what felt like about five minutes - she was going through the same feeling when someone was wide awake and suddenly, they're about to fall asleep. She swept her hands across her eyes in an attempt to stimulate her eyelids to remain open. To her, for a nation to fall asleep in a wide open area meant that her land and people were open for any other nation to call dibs on.
Her sixth sense seemed to tingle for a moment - Elizaveta felt someone nearby. She thought that her ears caught soft crunches and just slightly harsher bristling than the grass should be doing (or maybe her attentiveness to Roderich's piano playing had trained her ears) and possibly smelled a novel scent in the air (or maybe the various things she cooked for Italy allowed her nose to distinguish the different spices and ingredients she used). It was familiar for sure, but this scent definitely did not belong to Roderich; Gilbert, probably not; Italy, no (unless clinging onto Ludwig changed his scent over his maturing years - she nearly started nosebleeding just thinking about that) - if anything, it was probably just her imagination.
Elizaveta frowned. I should check, shouldn't I? It's better to be aware with what's around you than not know what's going on at all. She slowly got onto her elbows and strained to turn around, trying her best to hide herself in case it was a wild animal - not that she was afraid, of course, because Elizaveta knew that she could probably just glare at it and it would run away.
However, despite her keen hearing and smell, she guessed wrong. Through the grass, she was able to spot a nation, whom she hardly ever saw in her life, wearing a rather formal attire of black and red. The spikes of his blonde hair clearly gave himself away.
Oh, what a surprise, Elizaveta thought, it's Mathias.
Mathias had closed his eyes, allowing the breeze to ruffle his clothes and tease his hair. He soaked in the scents that surrounded him, for once not smelling the salty water of the seas. He was instead greeted by a warm and sweet smell, one that reminded him of his younger days when he would go rampaging through the forests, leading the other Nordics as they saw who could get back to their boats first.
Without warning, a strong gust of wind met Mathias, causing to open his eyes suddenly as he felt his hat being torn off. He watched it dance in the wind before setting after it, a struggle that probably lasted about five minutes. The wind seemed to tease Mathias, just keeping his hat out of reach and sending him deeper into the sea of grass, his coat loudly rustling. He was finally able to latch onto it again, and decided that in order to avoid that ordeal, to put his hat away for now.
Really, I can never get a bre---. Mathias perked up. He thought he could see someone---or something--in the grass not to far off. He cautiously fixed the cuffs of his coat and patted it down at the sides. Have I wandered into dangerous territory? Not that anything was too dangerous for him. After all, he was the Viking king.
In response to Mathias discovering her, Elizaveta twisted the rest of her body so that she was on her knees as well, and straightened up her elbows it get a better view of the nation in front of her; she noticed that he still had that muscular, potent body frame, which she assumed that he has had since the beginning of his Viking years. This didn't impress Elizaveta, though; after all, she was a Hun, and when you put a Viking and a Hun together...
Realizing that the way she was kneeling wasn't so lady-like, Elizaveta rose to her feet and patted her lime maid dress to tidy herself up a bit. I may as well say hi to him, at least. Way to represent your country, Elizaveta... She automatically switched from her dominant Hun attitude to her kind, womanly demeanor and gave Mathias another glance before prodding over the grass to get to the Nordic.
Mathias blinked as he saw a slim yet muscular build of...Elizaveta? His eyes had been well trained from his Viking days, and there was no doubt that the now approaching figure was the Hun, even though he hadn't seen her in quite a long time.
Bracing himself, as he had heard rumors of what the seemingly kind nation could do, he stayed put, not sure if he should go any further into this territory that wasn't his. Mathias couldn't help but feel awe as Elizaveta approached. She was one of very few females in the area, yet she was probably the strongest. That was something they shared in common---their barbarian days.
Mathias nodded to the brunette. "Why, hello, Elizaveta. Long time no see."
Elizaveta halted at a few paces' distance to not pop Mathias' bubble of space. She reiterated to herself that standing too close to another nation could suggest making a threat. She, too, realized that, even while standing, Mathias was still rather tall while sitting. It made her ponder whether she was shrinking or whether he really was that tall.
Elizaveta, cocking her head slightly to her right, smiled charmingly and replied with a somewhat forced (yet so real and so genuine after so much practice) feminine voice, "Hello, Mathias. Long time no see, indeed...what brings you here?"
She wasn't bothered by Mathias' presence on her land at all; after all, he was peacefully sitting in this field when she had spotted him and really didn't look as if he meant any harm. Still, Elizaveta found it strange for him to come for any reason, but would become distressed if he arrived for any political reason. She already dealt enough with that back with Roderich - any more, she could explode. Elizaveta quietly took a breath. I should really try to keep myself calm, or else letting it out on Mathias could cause more trouble than necessary...
Mathias let himself relax at the sound of Elizaveta's first few words, but still kept a polite posture. Good, she's not annoyed I'm here or anything.
"Ah..." He let out a soft chuckle. "Actually, I just decided to get away from the sea for a while. The other Nordics are all off on their own doing their own thing. So I just started heading south and well...ended up here." He didn't have to lift his gaze to meet Elizaveta's by much, due to his height. "I'm sorry if I was intruding on anything. I can leave if you want. You look a bit tired. . ." Mathias quickly bit his tongue. He had turned the conversation casual way too quickly. Realizing it rude to continue sitting, he quickly got up, brushing off anything that had attached to his coat. He brushed back some of his hair with a gloved hand.
Why is that I just can't ever start a proper conversation with anyone?
"Oh, I see," Elizaveta replied with some interest. Though, she admitted to herself that it was still surprising to see him here, and alone at that. Wouldn't he just stay with the other Nordics, no matter what they were doing? I guess I should just put that thought aside. Mathias may get sad if I ask about it.
She silently breathed when she noticed Mathias hover much above her. I'm shrinking, she convinced herself. I'm definitely shrinking. After realizing that a long pause had passed over the two, Elizaveta perked and looked up at Mathias. "Well, I guess if you have nothing to do - or so it seems - I may as well stay with you. I'm not doing anything important either." More like I really don't want to go back to that madness-filled world back at Roderich's...even though he probably will wonder where I am, eventually.
She had not once thought of this as a date, nor would she want to make it one.
Mathias lowered his gaze now to meet Elizaveta's eyes. He tried not to stand up too straight, realizing the height difference between them. He let out a laugh and grinned at her. Dammit why am I so awkward in these situations.
"That's awfully kind of you. Anyone else would probably tell me to screw off." He looked around the field, the breeze still constant and tugging at his coat. "Where is this, anyway? It seems mighty peaceful." He couldn't help but notice that something seemed to be tangled in Elizaveta's hair, but decided to wait before pointing it out.
Elizaveta, with her Hun instincts inside of her, caught Mathias slouching. She pouted on the inside, but just dealt with it as if it was nothing. Just to make the atmosphere less awkward, she chuckled back before turning to scan the windy field, thinking about Mathias's question.
"It's always peaceful whenever I come here," Elizaveta replied, her voice now not faking its tone but wasn't so different either. Her honesty drained out through her mouth. "I come here whenever I'm not feeling so well, and this place always lifts up my mood somehow. Recently, Roderich has been involved in so many conflicts and he hasn't been so well that I seem to..."
Immediately, Elizaveta's hand covered her lips; she had said too much, and that was unlike of her to share such information with a nation she wasn't close to. "I-I'm sorry. Ignore what I said. You're just about a kilometer away from my home, if you're that curious." She purposely had to stray away from that topic - it was just too...uncomfortable to talk about. Plus, Elizaveta's temper could erupt just from reminding herself about that, and when her temper gets out of hand, things worse than vital region invading happens.
Mathias blinked. Elizaveta's tone of voice had slightly changed when she started talking about Roderich, so it must have been pretty serious. He noticed the slight distressed look in her eye, but for the sake of keeping the conversation going, ignored what she said completely. Besides, he didn't care much for what happened in the South--he was too busy worrying about the Nordic and Baltic nations to really consider anything else.
"Wow. So you must come here pretty often if it's that close to your house?" Mathias placed his hands in his coat pockets, swaying slightly side to side. It then struck him how terrible that sounded. "I-I mean, that you can come to a peaceful place, y'know, not that you have a ton of issues or anything..." Gah!. Mathias just shut his mouth before saying anymore. Why do I end up doing this to myself all the time? He let out an exasperated sigh. This wasn't like him. He must look like a complete pansy, destroying the legendary image. He passed a gloved hand through his blonde hair once more, averting his gaze from Elizaveta's.
"Oh, um," Elizaveta began, somewhat startled by Mathias's reply, "yes, I do come here often. But it doesn't necessarily mean that I'm always free from trouble." She sighed audibly this time; now she was just too worried about Roderich to just stand there with a random Nordic nation and do nothing. Or was she excessively worrying? She guessed so - Don't let your weak side show.
Elizaveta noticed that her Hun side was really getting to her. Once every few minutes, I'm thinking about military etiquette. This isn't right, this isn't even close to war, it's just -- a friendly reunion. She turned back to Mathias, easily returning to her composed self. "A-Anyways, I guess we should head off, unless you want to stay here?" She took one last glance at the colorful grassland, as if to enjoy the view once more before leaving.
Mathias sensed and could see the distressed signals emitting from Elizaveta. Man, whatever's going down at Roderich's must be pretty bad...That or maybe she just feels awkward around me.
He blinked. He hadn't actually expected her to invite him to her house. He gladly accepted the invitation, laughing and smiling at the Hun. "I think I've had my fair share of greenery for the day. But..." He paused, trying to word his next question carefully. "Are you sure? Don't feel forced or anything, you know, to invite me over." This wasn't like him at all. He would have happily marched over to her house, plopped down and had some beer and good ole' Hungarian food to eat, but he couldn't help but feel that strange vibe coming from Elizaveta.
Elizaveta enjoyed hearing Mathias's smile-accompanied laughter; never had Roderich done that in his life - or she never witnessed it herself, which is a major loss for her if it ever happened - and she began to wish that Roderich had a bit more of Mathias's personality. "No, it's fine. Don't worry about it; please, come this way." Still completely oblivious to what sat in her hair aside from the flowers that she always wore, Elizaveta stepped aside and walked past him, retracing what were Mathias's steps until she went off on a different tangent in the road, heading towards her house.
As she walked, she prayed to God that she wouldn't lose her temper.
Please read the Author's Comments before reading.
Warning: Very long. xD
Elizaveta was simply tired and sick of this.
Roderich was having his own problems with surrounding nations again - Europe, in general. Vash was arguing with Roderich, as he usually does whenever they meet, and even Gilbert was claiming that he was "bored" to give an excuse for trying to claim Roderich's vital regions. Once Ludwig got in the way to stop Gilbert and Roderich, Gilbert fabricated a reason to blame Roderich for starting it so that he could try and get at his vital regions "as revenge" and - well, hell just ensued there. Luckily, Elizaveta had arrived there in time to knock some sense into Gilbert with her partner-in-crime frying pan.
No, none of this was not even related to Elizaveta. But Roderich's problems essentially became Elizaveta's sooner or later, even if they were ex-spouses. This is probably what you get for being an independent nation, she told herself.
Nowadays, Elizaveta took walks and sat down in this massive grassy field she had recently found. It was always a little windy there (it definitely does not help that she has thick, voluminous hair when the weather was like that), but she was able to tolerate it. To her surprise, these walks and just staring off into the sky relieved her from anything that made her stressed.
Elizaveta was lying there now, watching two birds tease each other as they danced in the sky. As the birds flew out of sight, she sighed and closed her eyes, slowly falling asleep as the gentle noises around her were filtered from her hearing.
Mathias kept tossing up and down a krone as he strode down a stone pathway. Things hadn't been going too well back at the Nordic side of the continent. He was getting tired of Berwald and Tino acting all...all cute all the time, and was actually quite glad that they had left his house to go live off on their own. Then of course there was Norway and Iceland who, ever since they were actually proven to be brothers, were hanging out more than ever. That left him, Mathias, alone most of the time. Matter-of-fact, Iceland had taken Norway off on a boating trip earlier that morning, so he probably wouldn't see them for a day or two.
What happened to the once great Viking king? The voice in Mathias's head mocked him, and he scowled at the krone after catching it a last time before putting it into his cloak pocket. A breeze had picked up, and he had to reach up to make sure his hat was in place as a sea of black and red surrounded him. People used to fear him, and he had everything, everything. But what did that matter? Today was today, and he just had to deal with it.
As he was alone, and his country had been pretty quiet, he decided to travel south, just to get some time to himself that didn't consist of just staying cooped up in his house or on his boat all day. He may be a tall, strong Viking, but he had his soft spot and couldn't help but feel better when he saw the serene countryside of the various nations that were close to his own. As Mathias looked around, he found himself in a field with tall, green grass, looking like a sea with the constant breeze making the tips of the blades look like waves. Mathias's thoughts traveled back to the sea, and he allowed himself to sit down in the sea, letting himself get lost in his dreamworld.
Elizaveta shot her eyes open after sleeping for what felt like about five minutes - she was going through the same feeling when someone was wide awake and suddenly, they're about to fall asleep. She swept her hands across her eyes in an attempt to stimulate her eyelids to remain open. To her, for a nation to fall asleep in a wide open area meant that her land and people were open for any other nation to call dibs on.
Her sixth sense seemed to tingle for a moment - Elizaveta felt someone nearby. She thought that her ears caught soft crunches and just slightly harsher bristling than the grass should be doing (or maybe her attentiveness to Roderich's piano playing had trained her ears) and possibly smelled a novel scent in the air (or maybe the various things she cooked for Italy allowed her nose to distinguish the different spices and ingredients she used). It was familiar for sure, but this scent definitely did not belong to Roderich; Gilbert, probably not; Italy, no (unless clinging onto Ludwig changed his scent over his maturing years - she nearly started nosebleeding just thinking about that) - if anything, it was probably just her imagination.
Elizaveta frowned. I should check, shouldn't I? It's better to be aware with what's around you than not know what's going on at all. She slowly got onto her elbows and strained to turn around, trying her best to hide herself in case it was a wild animal - not that she was afraid, of course, because Elizaveta knew that she could probably just glare at it and it would run away.
However, despite her keen hearing and smell, she guessed wrong. Through the grass, she was able to spot a nation, whom she hardly ever saw in her life, wearing a rather formal attire of black and red. The spikes of his blonde hair clearly gave himself away.
Oh, what a surprise, Elizaveta thought, it's Mathias.
Mathias had closed his eyes, allowing the breeze to ruffle his clothes and tease his hair. He soaked in the scents that surrounded him, for once not smelling the salty water of the seas. He was instead greeted by a warm and sweet smell, one that reminded him of his younger days when he would go rampaging through the forests, leading the other Nordics as they saw who could get back to their boats first.
Without warning, a strong gust of wind met Mathias, causing to open his eyes suddenly as he felt his hat being torn off. He watched it dance in the wind before setting after it, a struggle that probably lasted about five minutes. The wind seemed to tease Mathias, just keeping his hat out of reach and sending him deeper into the sea of grass, his coat loudly rustling. He was finally able to latch onto it again, and decided that in order to avoid that ordeal, to put his hat away for now.
Really, I can never get a bre---. Mathias perked up. He thought he could see someone---or something--in the grass not to far off. He cautiously fixed the cuffs of his coat and patted it down at the sides. Have I wandered into dangerous territory? Not that anything was too dangerous for him. After all, he was the Viking king.
In response to Mathias discovering her, Elizaveta twisted the rest of her body so that she was on her knees as well, and straightened up her elbows it get a better view of the nation in front of her; she noticed that he still had that muscular, potent body frame, which she assumed that he has had since the beginning of his Viking years. This didn't impress Elizaveta, though; after all, she was a Hun, and when you put a Viking and a Hun together...
Realizing that the way she was kneeling wasn't so lady-like, Elizaveta rose to her feet and patted her lime maid dress to tidy herself up a bit. I may as well say hi to him, at least. Way to represent your country, Elizaveta... She automatically switched from her dominant Hun attitude to her kind, womanly demeanor and gave Mathias another glance before prodding over the grass to get to the Nordic.
Mathias blinked as he saw a slim yet muscular build of...Elizaveta? His eyes had been well trained from his Viking days, and there was no doubt that the now approaching figure was the Hun, even though he hadn't seen her in quite a long time.
Bracing himself, as he had heard rumors of what the seemingly kind nation could do, he stayed put, not sure if he should go any further into this territory that wasn't his. Mathias couldn't help but feel awe as Elizaveta approached. She was one of very few females in the area, yet she was probably the strongest. That was something they shared in common---their barbarian days.
Mathias nodded to the brunette. "Why, hello, Elizaveta. Long time no see."
Elizaveta halted at a few paces' distance to not pop Mathias' bubble of space. She reiterated to herself that standing too close to another nation could suggest making a threat. She, too, realized that, even while standing, Mathias was still rather tall while sitting. It made her ponder whether she was shrinking or whether he really was that tall.
Elizaveta, cocking her head slightly to her right, smiled charmingly and replied with a somewhat forced (yet so real and so genuine after so much practice) feminine voice, "Hello, Mathias. Long time no see, indeed...what brings you here?"
She wasn't bothered by Mathias' presence on her land at all; after all, he was peacefully sitting in this field when she had spotted him and really didn't look as if he meant any harm. Still, Elizaveta found it strange for him to come for any reason, but would become distressed if he arrived for any political reason. She already dealt enough with that back with Roderich - any more, she could explode. Elizaveta quietly took a breath. I should really try to keep myself calm, or else letting it out on Mathias could cause more trouble than necessary...
Mathias let himself relax at the sound of Elizaveta's first few words, but still kept a polite posture. Good, she's not annoyed I'm here or anything.
"Ah..." He let out a soft chuckle. "Actually, I just decided to get away from the sea for a while. The other Nordics are all off on their own doing their own thing. So I just started heading south and well...ended up here." He didn't have to lift his gaze to meet Elizaveta's by much, due to his height. "I'm sorry if I was intruding on anything. I can leave if you want. You look a bit tired. . ." Mathias quickly bit his tongue. He had turned the conversation casual way too quickly. Realizing it rude to continue sitting, he quickly got up, brushing off anything that had attached to his coat. He brushed back some of his hair with a gloved hand.
Why is that I just can't ever start a proper conversation with anyone?
"Oh, I see," Elizaveta replied with some interest. Though, she admitted to herself that it was still surprising to see him here, and alone at that. Wouldn't he just stay with the other Nordics, no matter what they were doing? I guess I should just put that thought aside. Mathias may get sad if I ask about it.
She silently breathed when she noticed Mathias hover much above her. I'm shrinking, she convinced herself. I'm definitely shrinking. After realizing that a long pause had passed over the two, Elizaveta perked and looked up at Mathias. "Well, I guess if you have nothing to do - or so it seems - I may as well stay with you. I'm not doing anything important either." More like I really don't want to go back to that madness-filled world back at Roderich's...even though he probably will wonder where I am, eventually.
She had not once thought of this as a date, nor would she want to make it one.
Mathias lowered his gaze now to meet Elizaveta's eyes. He tried not to stand up too straight, realizing the height difference between them. He let out a laugh and grinned at her. Dammit why am I so awkward in these situations.
"That's awfully kind of you. Anyone else would probably tell me to screw off." He looked around the field, the breeze still constant and tugging at his coat. "Where is this, anyway? It seems mighty peaceful." He couldn't help but notice that something seemed to be tangled in Elizaveta's hair, but decided to wait before pointing it out.
Elizaveta, with her Hun instincts inside of her, caught Mathias slouching. She pouted on the inside, but just dealt with it as if it was nothing. Just to make the atmosphere less awkward, she chuckled back before turning to scan the windy field, thinking about Mathias's question.
"It's always peaceful whenever I come here," Elizaveta replied, her voice now not faking its tone but wasn't so different either. Her honesty drained out through her mouth. "I come here whenever I'm not feeling so well, and this place always lifts up my mood somehow. Recently, Roderich has been involved in so many conflicts and he hasn't been so well that I seem to..."
Immediately, Elizaveta's hand covered her lips; she had said too much, and that was unlike of her to share such information with a nation she wasn't close to. "I-I'm sorry. Ignore what I said. You're just about a kilometer away from my home, if you're that curious." She purposely had to stray away from that topic - it was just too...uncomfortable to talk about. Plus, Elizaveta's temper could erupt just from reminding herself about that, and when her temper gets out of hand, things worse than vital region invading happens.
Mathias blinked. Elizaveta's tone of voice had slightly changed when she started talking about Roderich, so it must have been pretty serious. He noticed the slight distressed look in her eye, but for the sake of keeping the conversation going, ignored what she said completely. Besides, he didn't care much for what happened in the South--he was too busy worrying about the Nordic and Baltic nations to really consider anything else.
"Wow. So you must come here pretty often if it's that close to your house?" Mathias placed his hands in his coat pockets, swaying slightly side to side. It then struck him how terrible that sounded. "I-I mean, that you can come to a peaceful place, y'know, not that you have a ton of issues or anything..." Gah!. Mathias just shut his mouth before saying anymore. Why do I end up doing this to myself all the time? He let out an exasperated sigh. This wasn't like him. He must look like a complete pansy, destroying the legendary image. He passed a gloved hand through his blonde hair once more, averting his gaze from Elizaveta's.
"Oh, um," Elizaveta began, somewhat startled by Mathias's reply, "yes, I do come here often. But it doesn't necessarily mean that I'm always free from trouble." She sighed audibly this time; now she was just too worried about Roderich to just stand there with a random Nordic nation and do nothing. Or was she excessively worrying? She guessed so - Don't let your weak side show.
Elizaveta noticed that her Hun side was really getting to her. Once every few minutes, I'm thinking about military etiquette. This isn't right, this isn't even close to war, it's just -- a friendly reunion. She turned back to Mathias, easily returning to her composed self. "A-Anyways, I guess we should head off, unless you want to stay here?" She took one last glance at the colorful grassland, as if to enjoy the view once more before leaving.
Mathias sensed and could see the distressed signals emitting from Elizaveta. Man, whatever's going down at Roderich's must be pretty bad...That or maybe she just feels awkward around me.
He blinked. He hadn't actually expected her to invite him to her house. He gladly accepted the invitation, laughing and smiling at the Hun. "I think I've had my fair share of greenery for the day. But..." He paused, trying to word his next question carefully. "Are you sure? Don't feel forced or anything, you know, to invite me over." This wasn't like him at all. He would have happily marched over to her house, plopped down and had some beer and good ole' Hungarian food to eat, but he couldn't help but feel that strange vibe coming from Elizaveta.
Elizaveta enjoyed hearing Mathias's smile-accompanied laughter; never had Roderich done that in his life - or she never witnessed it herself, which is a major loss for her if it ever happened - and she began to wish that Roderich had a bit more of Mathias's personality. "No, it's fine. Don't worry about it; please, come this way." Still completely oblivious to what sat in her hair aside from the flowers that she always wore, Elizaveta stepped aside and walked past him, retracing what were Mathias's steps until she went off on a different tangent in the road, heading towards her house.
As she walked, she prayed to God that she wouldn't lose her temper.
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In an effort to spread the DenHun love, ~Amerzt and I have agreed to upload our roleplay onto deviantART. Originally, this was on an Axis Powers Hetalia forum and was freely read without requiring registration, but for reasons even the two of us don't know, registration is now required to have complete access to the forum; thus, guests cannot read the roleplay, and now we're copy-pasting the roleplay to dA for everyone to read.
Den/Hun, or Denmark/Hungary, was brought up to ~Amerzt and me in a very strange way (and it's a very long story, I wish not to explain it); the two of us loved the pairing instantly, seeing as both nations, at some point of time, gained much power: Denmark and the Vikings, and Hungary and the Huns. Because of that, we thought that Denmark and Hungary together was just too fitting and couldn't help but to start a new fandom. Though this chapter shows the two nations respecting each other, much will change in later chapters.
The roleplay will be divided into and uploaded as chapters, with lines indicating the different posts. In this roleplay, the nations are referred to using their real names (if applicable); Denmark will be referred to as Mathias Køhler, a fanon name. Though called Elizabeta, according to the Hetalia Wikia, Hungary will be called Elizaveta throughout this. This chapter begins with Hungary's POV and consistently switches back and forth between her and Denmark.
Please remember that this is an RP, not entirely a fanfiction - this has, essentially, no plot line (though, later on, we attempt to develop one). Also, these posts are not revised, so do not expect perfect grammar or spelling, wonderful paragraph and sentence structures, etc. (Also, some of these posts were typed up very late at night/early in the morning, due to our addiction to this pairing, haha...)
Also, it should be noted that this roleplay does not strictly adhere to historical facts, and therefore can be very inaccurate. ~Amerzt and I have done our best to incorporate the personalities, behaviors, and traditions of the Danes and Hungarians while simultaneously basing them off of Himaruya's depictions of Denmark and Hungary.
Edit: Please do not be offended if you do find inaccuracies or dislike a character for what they have said about another. We have no intention of offending or misleading anyone, and are not trying to bash on any country whatsoever despite what these characters say within this roleplay. (It's called a roleplay for a reason - we write how we believe the characters think, in their eyes.)
If you have a strong opinion about something or see that there are inaccuracies regarding history or characterization, please do feel free to express yourself or correct us - in a peaceful, constructive manner, please. c:
There is mature content later in this roleplay. You will be warned when you come across it.
Hope you guys enjoy reading this and develop more love for this pairing. <3
Next Chapter
~Amerzt roleplaying as Denmark/Mathias
~xNeyu roleplaying as Hungary/Elizaveta
Axis Powers Hetalia and Characters (c) Himaruya Hidekaz
Den/Hun, or Denmark/Hungary, was brought up to ~Amerzt and me in a very strange way (and it's a very long story, I wish not to explain it); the two of us loved the pairing instantly, seeing as both nations, at some point of time, gained much power: Denmark and the Vikings, and Hungary and the Huns. Because of that, we thought that Denmark and Hungary together was just too fitting and couldn't help but to start a new fandom. Though this chapter shows the two nations respecting each other, much will change in later chapters.
The roleplay will be divided into and uploaded as chapters, with lines indicating the different posts. In this roleplay, the nations are referred to using their real names (if applicable); Denmark will be referred to as Mathias Køhler, a fanon name. Though called Elizabeta, according to the Hetalia Wikia, Hungary will be called Elizaveta throughout this. This chapter begins with Hungary's POV and consistently switches back and forth between her and Denmark.
Please remember that this is an RP, not entirely a fanfiction - this has, essentially, no plot line (though, later on, we attempt to develop one). Also, these posts are not revised, so do not expect perfect grammar or spelling, wonderful paragraph and sentence structures, etc. (Also, some of these posts were typed up very late at night/early in the morning, due to our addiction to this pairing, haha...)
Also, it should be noted that this roleplay does not strictly adhere to historical facts, and therefore can be very inaccurate. ~Amerzt and I have done our best to incorporate the personalities, behaviors, and traditions of the Danes and Hungarians while simultaneously basing them off of Himaruya's depictions of Denmark and Hungary.
Edit: Please do not be offended if you do find inaccuracies or dislike a character for what they have said about another. We have no intention of offending or misleading anyone, and are not trying to bash on any country whatsoever despite what these characters say within this roleplay. (It's called a roleplay for a reason - we write how we believe the characters think, in their eyes.)
If you have a strong opinion about something or see that there are inaccuracies regarding history or characterization, please do feel free to express yourself or correct us - in a peaceful, constructive manner, please. c:
There is mature content later in this roleplay. You will be warned when you come across it.
Hope you guys enjoy reading this and develop more love for this pairing. <3
Next Chapter
~Amerzt roleplaying as Denmark/Mathias
~xNeyu roleplaying as Hungary/Elizaveta
Axis Powers Hetalia and Characters (c) Himaruya Hidekaz
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Heeey check it out, it's the roleplay. <3
*totally doesn't lurk it*
*totally doesn't lurk it*