This is so full of plotholes and pandering it's not even funny. I'm somewhat ashamed. (If anyone knows of any actual historical relevance to this pairing, please let me know. It would make me happier.)

In other words, no, I have no idea what Austria did. He was probably baking cakes with Germany or something.

Many thanks and love go to Gaby for editing this. It wouldn't sound half as good without her input.

I do not own Hetalia or any of its wonderful characters. They belong to the author/artist/mangaka/whatever whose name is escaping me at the moment.

Hungary sat down on a bench, staring morosely at her hands folded neatly in her lap.

She had always known, deep down inside, that Austria no longer felt anything more than a vague affection for her, but she hadn't wanted to accept it. Now, though…under these circumstances…

"Are- are you all right?"

Hungary raised her head in surprise to find Belarus sitting next to her, managing to look awkward and concerned at the same time. Hungary felt a surge of warmth towards the younger girl, a neighbor she barely knew, and said, "I just had a rough morning. I'm fine."

Belarus cocked her head slightly, watching her, then said abruptly, "Austria did something, didn't he?"

Hungary looked back at her lap. "I-It's nothing."

"If it's any consolation…" The other girl hesitated before pushing forward again, "I had a bit of a rough morning as well."

Hungary looked up, surprised by the amount of pain in her companion's voice. At the expression on Belarus' face, she lost control and, bursting into tears, flung her arms around the other nation's neck.

Belarus stiffened at first, but shortly relaxed and embraced Hungary back, albeit somewhat awkwardly.

"Shh, it's okay," Belarus murmured, rubbing Hungary's back in slow circular motions. "It's okay. We don't really need them anyway."

Hungary wasn't listening. She was too caught up in how warm and comforting Belarus' arms felt around her, how their arms and bodies fit together like pieces of a puzzle…

Once she had calmed down and was thinking rationally again, Hungary pulled back, wiping at her face. "Thanks," she said, her smile a little watery.

Belarus smiled back. "I think we both needed a little comfort."

Hungary leaned forward suddenly and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek, before getting up and walking away into the trees, a bend in the path soon carrying her out of sight.

Belarus watched her leave, looking somewhat dazed, and slowly raised a hand to gently touch the spot on her cheek that Hungary had kissed. A sort of warm, fuzzy feeling was radiating from that area.

She had a feeling that she would have to visit the other nation soon. Tomorrow, perhaps.