~Hungary~
When I got home, I changed into night clothes and crawled into bed. Austria was already asleep, facing the opposite wall. The tiếp theo morning he went straight to his đàn piano 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 đã đưa ý kiến 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 cây 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 Những người bạn 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 đã đưa ý kiến 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 bạn know why? I know."
She laughed bitterly, "Because bạn 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 tình yêu with.
After thinking this over, I did what I always did when confused hoặc upset.
I went to that freaking cây 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 tiếp theo morning he went straight to his đàn piano 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 đã đưa ý kiến 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 cây 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 Những người bạn 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 đã đưa ý kiến 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 bạn know why? I know."
She laughed bitterly, "Because bạn 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 tình yêu with.
After thinking this over, I did what I always did when confused hoặc upset.
I went to that freaking cây and slammed my head into it. Over, and over, and over.
Above my head, I heard Gilbird fluttering around.
"Peep!"
