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Post by Elizabeta Héderváry on May 7, 2011 18:08:30 GMT -5
It felt good to relax. Though, admittedly, Liz did have a lot on her mind as she paced the room, shoes clicking on the floor. The sound echoed, though it was far from anything ominous. With a sigh Liz gazed at the door, and wished for someone to talk to. That would be more interesting, at any rate, for she was rather bored on her own. Another country, though preferably not Prussia, as all she'd do with him is get into arguments- another country, one whom she could talk to freely about things. It would be interesting if they were not similar, and shared different views on things. That way, they could have nice, stimulating conversations.
On the other hand, it would be interesting if their opinions were similar, so that they could agree, bond, and express views that way. There was many ways to befriend people, many ways indeed. Of course, music was another way to bond. Liz remembered when she, Hungary, had been married to the great Austria. Those had been wonderful times, listening to the sound of his piano all day long... the times alone now were perfect for reminiscence.
As Elizabeta paced the room, she wondered whether she would ever be so happy again- not to say that she wasn't happy now, for she was- but she felt a certain emptiness that wouldn't go away. Relaxing was good, but only if you could clear your mind. |
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Post by Alfred F. Jones on May 8, 2011 17:14:51 GMT -5
Apparently, the conference hall staffers didn't care if you were the boss of a booth or the political figure head of the country. If you showed up before lunch hours started, no matter the amount of fussing, they would not open the restaurants for you. A tad bit sulky, America moved through the hall hunting for any room that he could pick up a snack from besides his own - that was a long story, by the way, we'll save that for another day.
Most of the people had cleared again, the shifts of people seeming to be at random influxes as people worked the door taking tickets. It gave them time to cool down but to Alfred's dismay, too much time to nothing at all. Wandering aimlessly, the sharp sound of shoes on floor brought his attention upwards.
"Hungary!" he called, saluting her as he waltzed into her room. He had little heed for the theme, his first plan of action a sweep of the room as he adjusted his jacket over his shoulders. "You ain't got anything to eat in here, d'ya?"
Though food was his usual priority, he pulled out one of the chairs and seated himself in it, making perfectly at home. |
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Post by Elizabeta Héderváry on May 9, 2011 18:37:36 GMT -5
A smile broke onto Hungary's face as she saw America enter. Alfred, that was his name... wasn't it? Must've been. Either way, he was company, and company made her happy (unless of course it was that stupid Prussia, who she'd hit in the face with a frying pan if he even approached her.)
"Hallo." she said, walking to where America was seated. He certainly did make himself at home in places, but then again, that was just his friendly personality, wasn't it? He could get rather cocky, too, though, at times.
What was that, he was already asking about food? Was there anything that didn't bring that topic up when he was around? Alfred sure did love his food. Liz looked around the room, and walked over to a food booth she'd set up. It was fairly large in size- about nine square feet, but there was several in the room and not just the one.
"Ah, I do have food," she said, "but it's not your kind. It's Hungarian food, naturally, but if you would like some I'd be more than happy to share! I made too much, anyway, and there are far too many tables dedicated just to food." |
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Post by Alfred F. Jones on May 10, 2011 16:52:57 GMT -5
"Don't matter, I'm so freakin' starved, man!" Alfred quipped, folding his arms loosely across his chest as his leaned back in the wooden chair. He yawned, arching a bit and the leg's on the seat wobbled. Planting his feet solidly again, he glanced around her room, blue eyes darting around. "You really thought this one really through huh, Hungary? Seesh."
Not really sure himself if that was a compliment, he took in the pictures and the decorations. He idly wondered how much traffic came around here, and for how impatient she seemed before, what he heck had been bothering her. It was time to kick back and relax, they had only 11 more months to go and if you didn't fine the groove now, you never would.
Lazing off very contently in the chair, the American worked to only take up space in the female nation's booth. |
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Post by Elizabeta Héderváry on May 11, 2011 5:44:44 GMT -5
Liz stopped to think, a very thoughtful expression crossing her face. She bit her lip momentarily, and then replied, looking over the food once more.
"Ah, well... for soups I have the most traditional, which would be many types of goulashes and vegetable soups, though there is also a chicken-based one too. Ah.... oh, there's some borleves, wine soup, but can you even drink...? Probably so. Anyway, then there is also some spicy fish soup, Halászlé. What else?"
Hungary went toward another table, scrutinizing it as well, to see what food might lie there. "There are some main courses or dishes, as well. Pecsenye is one, it's a... thin pork steak with cabbage. There's lots of dishes like this, and then there's the sweets!"
Liz seemed particularly excited about this one, as she said, "First, there's the fried dough, Lángos, and there's lots of others too like the cake Kuglóf~ It's a Austro-Hungarian cake. Me and Austria made the recipe ourselves." Hungary said a bit dreamily, but snapped out of it quickly and finished, "So there are many things to eat. Is there anything you really would like to try? I only mentioned a few. Also, America, many of the foods are spicy, as is tradition, so hopefully you don't mind. There's tons of drinks as well, many of your country like the coca-cola. So it's all good."
Hungary sighed and waited for an order to be made. All that talking had made her quite thirsty herself, but she'd wait until America had decided what he wanted. |
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Post by Alfred F. Jones on May 12, 2011 20:10:34 GMT -5
He draped his arm over the back of the chair, craning his neck to watch the brunette nation pass around her table and name off the various foods. Honestly, if it wasn't American fast food he generally had little interest but the odd assortment of dishes made him curious, so Alfred planted his feet on the floor to properly think up an answer.
"A little bit of everything would work honestly," the blond informed her, patting his well rounded stomach and listening to the thick sound, "I'll get it all down. Spicy is something I can handle." He wasn't sure what to go with for a drink, but he could see the assortment from here so he wandered over and picked the closest resembling thing based on color and logo design despite the different language of the words. "It all smells better than England's foot at least, ha."
He wandered back to his seat, trusting her taste to bring back the good stuff and actually bothered to pull out the other chair for her, patting it almost affectionately as he plopped back down into the other one, his Pepsi in hand. |
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Post by Elizabeta Héderváry on May 12, 2011 20:23:55 GMT -5
With a smile at America's enthusiasm and appetite, Hungary whisked away, picking up her personal favourites, most of them things she knew or hoped that America wouldn't find repulsive. Some people were very picky, and because of that, they didn't really care much for foreign food outside their own country. Liz carried a tall, wobbling tray to the table and set it in front of her companion, hurrying back for more.
Soon the table was laid with six trays piled full of different foods, two of those six covered in delicious desserts that anyone in their right mind would love. Finally satisfied with the assortment, Liz sat down herself, with a water bottle. She took a piece of the Kuglóf cake and took a cheerful bite, seemingly enjoying it quite a bit.
Then, her emerald eyes searched Alfred's face, looking to see if he also was enjoying the food. Though he was young and spirited, he was not particularly rude, at least not to her, so she enjoyed his company and was genuinely concerned and careful when picking the food. Her hope was that he liked it as much as she did- though that may not be possible, considering it was already all food she liked. People were always more fond of their own food than foreign food, weren't they? |
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Post by Alfred F. Jones on May 12, 2011 21:18:22 GMT -5
It'd be a lie to say his eyes hadn't sparkled in some way, shape or form when Elizabeta came carrying the trays of assorted food. Okey, he said he could eat a lot but belt loosening was surely also on the agenda now. He watched her eat the desert first and wondered if she was some sort of devil, tempting him like that into eating his meal in reverse.
Shrugging as he pushed his quarrels aside, he started with the meatier dishes in lieu of making up for his favorite hamburger. He paused, chewing it carefully like some sort of cow from his great Wisconsin state before swallowing quite visibly.
He cracked a smile and resumed eating. "Ah, yeah, this is really good. Man, I always thought all of you in Europe where a bunch of crocks at cooking, snails and scones and stuff. You know what I mean," America mumbled, clearing out his full mouth with a particularly huge swig of his Pepsi. "It's different. Maybe it's because you're actually a girl, so you can cook, haha!"
Contented on his previously starving stomach, Alfred continued to eat with moderate interruption and open mouthed chewing. He had manners, he just didn't always chose to use them, thank you very much. |
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Post by Elizabeta Héderváry on May 13, 2011 5:59:06 GMT -5
Hungary nodded at the enjoyment clear on Alfred's face. She was glad she'd picked the right things.
Ah, yeah, this is really good. Man, I always thought all of you in Europe were a bunch of crocks at cooking, snails and scones and stuff. You know what I mean. It's different. Maybe it's because you're actually a girl, so you can cook, haha!" Alfred said. Liz bit her lip for a moment, remembering how Prussia often would comment on her gender as well. Wiping away the annoyance that had quickly come to a boil, she brought her face to a smile and took another bite of cake.
"Well. I wouldn't put it that way... Austria can cook quite well too, as can Germany, or so I hear." she said, a tone in her voice saying she felt a bit awkward at the moment. But, she quickly brushed this away and continued.
"English food sucks, isn't that what you're trying to say?" she asked. "But, all European food doesn't necessarily taste like that mess. Perhaps you should try new things more often, then it won't be such a stereotype. Eh?" the smile was back, but at least it was real and no longer awkward this time.
And so, with that, Hungary finished her slice of cake and nonchalantly cut another. She wasn't particularly hungry at the moment, so she merely ate cake instead of eating an entire meal. It was a cake of memories, that was for sure. Because of that she was lost in thought for a moment, but only one. |
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Post by Alfred F. Jones on May 14, 2011 10:05:00 GMT -5
He continued to eat with disregard of her mood, that was something he was good at after all. Scraping around his fork to clear the porcelain over one side, Alfred shrugged.
"Well, when you have kangaroos, I guess you sort of have to be able to cook?" the blond stated, obviously confused somewhere along lines as where which countries laid on his map. He also didn't care for Germany unless kicking his butt, so let's not go there. "And hey, we eat plenty of Italian back home! Easy-Mac, right?"
Puffing his cheeks as he ate, he cleared out the rest, sighing contently as he leaned back in his chair. America stared over at the table longly, obviously conflicted if he wanted to hail traitor and eat some more non-american food."But that was still really good, man." |
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Post by Elizabeta Héderváry on May 14, 2011 20:45:39 GMT -5
Liz smiled, and began to laugh softly. Kangaroos... it was obvious that Alfred had no idea what he was talking about. The way he said it, he was so friendly, so it was easily forgiven. Still, it was rather amusing to see someone that was so self-confident most of the time messing up on something so simple as to the location of Europe and its countries... or kangaroos for that matter. "No, kangaroos are from Australia. Haha! That's different from Austria, and from Hungary, too." Liz couldn't help but to keep laughing at the mere thought of confusing the two. Well, it was natural that she wouldn't mistake such a thing like that, but Alfred... yes, it wasn't particularly out of character for him, now that she thought of it, but it still amused her greatly.
"But that was still really good, man." was what Alfred had said once he finished his large amount of food. He almost looked as if he wanted more, which was shocking considering how much he'd already eaten. Then again, he was America. Hungary's eye twitched a little bit at being called 'man', but only a little. After all, she was rather sensitive to this, but she tried not to let it affect her. Alfred wasn't trying to offend her like Prussia would. Prussia was just a flat-out jerk. Perhaps America would be a jerk to people like England or even France, but certainly not to Hungary.
"Did you want some more food?" inquired the brunette finally, after much thought. He did still look rather hungry after all. And it was always polite to offer more to your guests, wasn't it? It would be highly rude and impolite of her if she didn't. Not that she was bothered by these thoughts. The laughter from earlier still shone in Hungary's emerald eyes. |
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Post by Alfred F. Jones on May 15, 2011 14:47:58 GMT -5
He scrunched up his nose, wrinkling his face as she laughed at him. What was so funny? "Australia, Austria... same diff," he said embarrassedly, running a hand through his hair and giving Nantucket a bounce on his head. Inspecting her room again, he watched the walls from behind his glasses, moving his jaw around so the frames moved as if on a wave.
"Nah, I am good. I have some other places I need to stop too, yours was the first room open." America said it honestly, standing and stuffing his hands in his pockets as he walked around the room in large heel to toe steps. He looked at one of the pictures, titling his head in concentration. "What's this about, Hungary?"
It looked to be of some royal photo or monarchy, but the only ones he really knew anymore with that anymore were stuffy old England (taking over his news with it too) and Russia, stupid commies. It seemed dated however, and his European history was far from up to snuff. |
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Post by Elizabeta Héderváry on May 16, 2011 18:43:36 GMT -5
"All right." As soon as she was assured that America was finished eating, Hungary began to clean up the table. She stacked the plates and carefully made her way to the kitchen area of the room, where she piled them up in the sink, resolving to wash them later. For it seemed that she was being asked something.
"What's this about, Hungary?" Liz turned to see Alfred looking at one of the photos she'd hung on the wall. It was one of her favourites, for inside it held some of her best memories. Though, since the memories had since ended, the picture was also very painful for her to look at. She walked over to Alfred and stood next to him, looking up at the picture.
"Ah," she said slowly, looking for the right words, "well, see, that's... an old photo of the Austro-Hungarian empire. Or what was the Austro-Hungarian empire, rather." when she spoke the word "was", it was in a sad tone, and her eyes looked sad as well. But, looking at the picture, she also looked very happy, as she remembered all those good times, the wonders of her past that she held so dearly to her heart. Though the marriage was over, her heart would not so easily get over it; it may be broken, but it was also full and unbroken. At this point, it seemed her entire life was an oxymoron. |
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Post by Alfred F. Jones on May 20, 2011 15:54:28 GMT -5
His shoulders hunched as she approached, shoes clicking on the floor as he contined tracing the figures of the people with his eyes. "Oh," he mouthed, not sure what to say to that once she responded so sadly. The closest he'd ever come to an alliance like so was when England controlled him, and judging from her tones and word choice it hadn't ended like she wanted either. "That was end of the Great war - World War I, right? Treaty of Versallies?"
America licked his dry lips, trying to sort out everything in his head. He wasn't uneducated about everything and actually held quite a lot about wars and his state of affairs. "'Cause Prussia was the second, before the commie bastards came out of the wood works." The young blond ground his heel into the ground, chewing at his lower lip for moment. "Sometimes you forget what you've done to others until you end up putting your foot in your mouth, haha," he joked sourly, turning to look on her with blue eyes, "Sorry about that." |
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Post by Elizabeta Héderváry on May 20, 2011 18:29:31 GMT -5
"Yes... It collapsed along with the German defeat, 1918. It's a shame, really. That it didn't last, I mean." but, even with that sad statement, Hungary brought out her usual smile. "But, I learned lots! And I got to take care of little Italy, watch him grow... that was nice, too. But he's all grown up now, isn't he? I'm so proud!" a dreamy, faraway look entered Hungary's eyes for a short while as she remembered the good days. The look exited however, as soon as she heard the word "Prussia". Liz's eyes narrowed at the name, and without thinking, she snarled,
"Don't say that word. He is no friend of mine." the bitterness faded to remorse quickly though, and she turned, horrified, to look at America. "Oh, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to..." she faded away, and the sad, remorseful look was still evident. What America had said after the Prussia comment rang true to her, and she shook her head when he apologized.
"Really. It's fine! Austria and I- we're still good friends." Remembering this, the smile was back again, and though it came and went often these days, in both states, it was true, and not forced. |
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