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Characters/pairings: FrancexHungary (past AustriaxHungary).
Rating: PG
Word count: 407
Summary: Just a little ficbit based on the fanart below. (Note: It doesn't exactly follow the same timeline/universe as the Edelweiss Arc, but I did draw pretty heavily from those characterizations, particularly in regards to how their marriage went down.)
Period: Post-WWI, probably early- to mid-1920s.
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She had expected to run into France. She hadn't relished the thought, but she had expected it. Austria on the other hand…
The worst part was, he wasn't even looking at her. He was tucked away in the corner of the café, sipping a coffee and reading a newspaper, and she'd been witness to that cool, calm expression enough times to recognize it as the snub it actually was.
"Ah, yes," France said, following her eyes. "I am not surprised he is here, considering the artistic boom, but he is so very serious and…" He waved his hand, trying to find the word for it, and finally settled on, "Germanic. But," he continued with a shrug and a light sigh, "what is one to do?"
She had divorced him. But she supposed that wasn't really an option for France.
He hadn't even glanced at her. Four-hundred years together, fifty as husband and wife, and, granted, they had hardly parted on the best of terms, but to completely ignore her like that… Hell, even an angry glare would have been preferable. At least that would have been an acknowledgement of her person.
"Ah, do not look so down, Mademoiselle Hongrie," France opined, taking her hand. "I was going to ask if you would care to dine with me this evening. After all, we are no longer enemies, oui?" He smiled slyly, seductively, his blue eyes dark and warm, and by all means, she should have slapped his hand away and declined. But her current state—free and single—made her want to be reckless and clumsy. It was what had brought her to Paris in the first place—and from there she would go to London, then New York, and maybe even Chicago. And maybe she'd find a different man in every city, and have a short-lived, beautiful, distracting affair with each of them. That was what all the wild, improper young women were doing these days, weren't they? And after all, she was so sick of being proper, so sick of courts and etiquette, and the sooner she got these uncomfortable underthings off, the better, and so it was with a bright, expectant smile that she turned back to France.
"Oui," she said, loudly enough to be heard across the room, taking care to make her French as perfect and as unaccented as possible, a deliberate contrast to the way she'd always spoke German, "I'd love to."
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A/N: Eh, just a little warm-up thing. I've been wanting to get back to writing Hetalia, and especially AusHun. It must be said that I miss the complicated cluster-fuck that is their relationship. And I have a secret soft spot for FrancexHungary, so... ;D Also, the clothing featured in the pic is probably a bit more modern than the 1920s, but the Austria/Hungary dynamic just screamed post-divorce to me, so I ran with it.
Characters/pairings: FrancexHungary (past AustriaxHungary).
Rating: PG
Word count: 407
Summary: Just a little ficbit based on the fanart below. (Note: It doesn't exactly follow the same timeline/universe as the Edelweiss Arc, but I did draw pretty heavily from those characterizations, particularly in regards to how their marriage went down.)
Period: Post-WWI, probably early- to mid-1920s.
(Click the thumbnail for the full image, and click here for the original source.)
She had expected to run into France. She hadn't relished the thought, but she had expected it. Austria on the other hand…
The worst part was, he wasn't even looking at her. He was tucked away in the corner of the café, sipping a coffee and reading a newspaper, and she'd been witness to that cool, calm expression enough times to recognize it as the snub it actually was.
"Ah, yes," France said, following her eyes. "I am not surprised he is here, considering the artistic boom, but he is so very serious and…" He waved his hand, trying to find the word for it, and finally settled on, "Germanic. But," he continued with a shrug and a light sigh, "what is one to do?"
She had divorced him. But she supposed that wasn't really an option for France.
He hadn't even glanced at her. Four-hundred years together, fifty as husband and wife, and, granted, they had hardly parted on the best of terms, but to completely ignore her like that… Hell, even an angry glare would have been preferable. At least that would have been an acknowledgement of her person.
"Ah, do not look so down, Mademoiselle Hongrie," France opined, taking her hand. "I was going to ask if you would care to dine with me this evening. After all, we are no longer enemies, oui?" He smiled slyly, seductively, his blue eyes dark and warm, and by all means, she should have slapped his hand away and declined. But her current state—free and single—made her want to be reckless and clumsy. It was what had brought her to Paris in the first place—and from there she would go to London, then New York, and maybe even Chicago. And maybe she'd find a different man in every city, and have a short-lived, beautiful, distracting affair with each of them. That was what all the wild, improper young women were doing these days, weren't they? And after all, she was so sick of being proper, so sick of courts and etiquette, and the sooner she got these uncomfortable underthings off, the better, and so it was with a bright, expectant smile that she turned back to France.
"Oui," she said, loudly enough to be heard across the room, taking care to make her French as perfect and as unaccented as possible, a deliberate contrast to the way she'd always spoke German, "I'd love to."
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A/N: Eh, just a little warm-up thing. I've been wanting to get back to writing Hetalia, and especially AusHun. It must be said that I miss the complicated cluster-fuck that is their relationship. And I have a secret soft spot for FrancexHungary, so... ;D Also, the clothing featured in the pic is probably a bit more modern than the 1920s, but the Austria/Hungary dynamic just screamed post-divorce to me, so I ran with it.
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Date: 2012-08-30 09:53 pm (UTC)Also, Austria. Sooo bad with emotions. And Hungary, planning to have piles of affairs to forget him! While wearing twenties style clothes! I am all in favor of this.
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Date: 2012-08-31 12:41 am (UTC)This kind of relates to another plot-bunny of mine, where Hungary visits New York (or Chicago? but probably New York) during the Roaring Twenties, and meets America in a jazz club, and he's all, "DO YOU WANT TO DANCE? :D" and she's like, "Sure, but you have to take off the glasses
because they remind me of my ex," and so he does, and they have a grand old time partying and making out, and just in general forgetting about the cluster-fuck that was WWI.Maybe that will turn into another ficbit one of these days. XD
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Date: 2012-08-31 02:09 am (UTC)Especially if they involve the 1920s.
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Date: 2012-09-01 03:19 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-09-01 12:52 pm (UTC)Yang Xu spits groovy Yu Hanchao- Say oneself forever 1 meter 9-spun3
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