dream ✿ 08
"Roderich...I really don't think this is a good idea," Hungary trembled in a meek voice as she stood atop a large snowy hill. Austria was beside her making sure that his feet were bound properly into his skies and checked hers for her as well before straightening up and adjusting his glasses.
"Is something wrong, Elizaveta? You were so keen earlier and skiing is quite enjoyable once you get the hang of it."
"I don't doubt you, darling, but well..." Hungary gulped and cast a glance at the hill before her, "The hill does seem rather l-large..." It was odd to see Hungary trembling in her boots at something like this but she had never skied before in her life.
"Just do as I told you and everything will be fine," her husband assured her as he prepped himself to push off. Hungary nodded weakly as Austria set off at a slow pace before her and she followed suit with her eyes squeezed tight. The wind whistled by her ear and she heard Austria call something to her about opening her eyes. When she did she found that she was actually doing quite well and a smile bloomed onto her face.
"Roderich! Look, I'm skiing! I'm skiing!" she called gleefully. But while Austria had taught her how to stop, Hungary it seemed had forgotten and was speeding towards Austria faster and faster. With a yelp from both, the two collided and went barreling down the hill thankfully avoiding any innocent skiers on the hill with them.
When the two returned bruised and battered to their mansion that night, Hungary decided that perhaps skiing wasn't the sport for her.
[Hungary wakes up and although look embarrassed, looks relieved that her lack of grace didn't hurt any of their citizens.]
"Is something wrong, Elizaveta? You were so keen earlier and skiing is quite enjoyable once you get the hang of it."
"I don't doubt you, darling, but well..." Hungary gulped and cast a glance at the hill before her, "The hill does seem rather l-large..." It was odd to see Hungary trembling in her boots at something like this but she had never skied before in her life.
"Just do as I told you and everything will be fine," her husband assured her as he prepped himself to push off. Hungary nodded weakly as Austria set off at a slow pace before her and she followed suit with her eyes squeezed tight. The wind whistled by her ear and she heard Austria call something to her about opening her eyes. When she did she found that she was actually doing quite well and a smile bloomed onto her face.
"Roderich! Look, I'm skiing! I'm skiing!" she called gleefully. But while Austria had taught her how to stop, Hungary it seemed had forgotten and was speeding towards Austria faster and faster. With a yelp from both, the two collided and went barreling down the hill thankfully avoiding any innocent skiers on the hill with them.
When the two returned bruised and battered to their mansion that night, Hungary decided that perhaps skiing wasn't the sport for her.
[Hungary wakes up and although look embarrassed, looks relieved that her lack of grace didn't hurt any of their citizens.]