Love is Loss

The room was almost silent despite the meeting of world powers. Germany had once more tried to take control. Italy had once more brought the meeting to a stand-still. The entire enterprise was a farce. Everyone knew it. They had believed so for a long time.

England was the first to voice his complaints this time.

With that, the entire room seemed to explode into an uproar. France was agreeing in a most obnoxious fashion (for the point of aggravating his fellows). England and America were soon locked in heated verbal warfare with occasional insults shot at France. China was trying to gain the upper-hand on any who were close enough to hear. Russia had put his time into terrorising his kin - except Belarus, of course, who stared at him from afar.

In the midst of the chaos sat two countries. They made no attempt to conceal that they were watching one another. There was no need – a fact that made Prussia's blood boil. He glared at them over the shoulder of a country – whose identity that he did not care to know – that he was insistent upon disagreeing with.

As if to infuriate him further, Hungary began to tap her fingers on the table. There was a notable rhythm to her tapping. Austria straightened as the first bar ended. He knew that song. It was one that Hungary had been quite fond of during their short time together.

Hungary smiled at him, glad of his composure during this madness. He returned the gesture and promptly joined in with the melody. There was no clumsiness or awkwardness. They knew it by heart – the rhythm, the measure, the tempo.

In their own world they were oblivious to the rising voices and the world was oblivious to them. Perhaps, exempt from that was the glower coming from Prussia's direction and the distant, dazed wide eyed grin from a happy Italy who was glad to see that they were still on good terms after all that time.

Author's Note: I wanted to show that they still cared for one another. I also wanted to show that love is not exclusively for anyone. The love that they have affects Prussia (who is jealous) and Italy (who they raised for a while). I suppose that I also wanted to include that element of familiar bliss as well as the melancholy of their current positions. Since they are no longer married this is as close as they can be to that happiness they had when they were. Their love is partly the loss of that time, but love it love. Love never loses.