My first Hetalia fanfic, so if it seems stupid, it probably is.

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Roderich paced in his office, Elisaveta watching him nervously. He had a lot on his mind; the Balkans were being unruly again, specifically, Serbia was challenging his authority in Bosnia, and sparking riots. Roderich had sent soldiers and diplomats, but nothing seemed to work. He couldn't just all out attack them, there were too many innocent Bosnians in the way, and if he attacked Serbia directly, it would spark a war with Russia, since Russia and Serbia were allies.

"We need to show that we're still in power." He suddenly said out loud, breaking the deafening silence. Hungary nodded.

"We'll send an army, in full uniform. I can gather my troops and lead if you want..." She trailed off as Roderich shook his head, taking a seat beside her.

"Not brute force; one of the monarchy. I'll send the heir; he should be able to remind them who they belong to. They'll have to respect him." He'd send guards as well, of course. No sense in taking unnecessary risks with the heir to the empire. He would have him go to the capital, and visit with Bosnian officials, to remind them of their value to the Habsburg empire. Perfect, quick, and most importantly, bloodless.

Elisaveta sighed, but agreed. She was the more bloodthirsty one, and she knew sometimes her decisions weren't best in this day and age; it would be dangerous to begin a war.

"Shall we be going as well, dear?" She asked, before standing and giving him a kiss on the head. Roderich smiled slightly, but shook his head.

"Unfortunately, I have business elsewhere, but if you wish to go, feel free. It must get boring staying in this house all the time." He said, knowing his wife preferred to get out and see the world. Not something he necessarily understood, being mostly content to stay home and play with his instruments, but he wished to make her happy, so he attempted to satiate her curiosity about the outside world.

Elisaveta pouted for a couple seconds, before smiling and giving him a kiss on the cheek.

"All right, all right. You go take care of your business, and I'll take care of Bosnia. I'll go pack! We must set out as soon as possible!" And with that, she was gone, leaving Roderich on his own to take on the paperwork. Not that she would have been any help if she'd stayed, of course. He smiled to himself; she was so full of life.

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Hungary rode behind the carriage which brought the Archduke Ferdinand, heir to the throne of the Habsburg empire, and his wife to the capital. It seemed to be going pretty well, the Bosnians were quite cordial towards them. Suddenly, a shot rang out, followed by a few more in quick succession. The heir! He was covered in blood!

Elisaveta's thoughts turned wildly to Roderich when she realized she wasn't feeling any pain from it; the Archduke was Austrian, which meant...

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Roderich suddenly fell to his knees, pressing his hands against his chest in a vain effort to stop the feeling that had sprouted next to his heart. He gasped in deep breaths, trying to ease the sharp pain; it was as if he'd been stabbed. He drew his hands back and found that he was bleeding, the crimson glistening on his shaking hands proved it. He'd never felt pain like this before, not so close to his heart. The Archduke! Did this mean--He whimpered suddenly as the wound throbbed painfully.

He heard footsteps rapidly making their way through the door, and warm flesh pressed against his, the familiar scent of his wife comforting him.

"It's okay, it'll stop, I promise..." She soothed, much the way she'd soothe a small child who'd skinned their knee. She realized Roderich was shaking, and held him tighter. "It'll be all right." She promised.

She felt all of Roderich's muscles tense up.

"I will make them pay. I'll make them pay for this! Who was it?! Serbia! It was Serbia, wasn't it?!" Elisaveta could only nod as she felt her husband shake with fury.

"It was peaceful! He had no call, no right! I--I'll murder him with my own hands!" His voice broke, and he began to sob. He hadn't wanted war, but if it was war Serbia wanted, he would give him Hell.

Anyway, if you guys think being too historically inaccurate/melodramatic/mushy/biased, let me know!