♦ álom először ( dream )
Warnings: 19th-century underwear and corsets…? Oh my.
Effects: N/A. Interactive if you are so inclined, I guess! Get stuck in a Hetalia costume?
You are in- or watching- a dressing room. It is no closet: it is large and decorated with panels and mirrors, and even has a few chairs and a lounge. Hungary is in the dressing room, so is a woman who is clearly a maid, and together they are trying to tighten Hungary's corset. This is accomplished with much swearing on Hungary's part, who seems actually kind of distressed in general, although the maid tries to encourage her. "Come on, that wasn't so bad now!"
"Auugh!" Hungary whines, a little dramatically. She goes to flip her hair back, but it's pinned elaborately above her head. "Aníko, how can you say that? I can't even breathe." She seems to be doing just fine, actually, but her waist is rather alarmingly small now. From the familiar way she talks to the maid, and vice versa, it seems that they are more peers than master and servant, despite Hungary's current granduor.
"Well, you're just going to have to get used to it. And don't complain so much! It's a bad omen on your wedding day," Aníko says, getting a dress ready for Hungary to wear now. Hungary eyes it nervously.
"Couldn't it at least be a proper Hungarian dress?" she says, biting her lip. She's really only complaining so much because she's so very scared, and that much is evident in her expression and body language. "Or- why do we have to have a ceremony anyway, you know? I sign the papers, then he signs the papers, then our bosses shake hands…" she wrings her hands.
"Calm down!" the maid scolds. "Everyone worries on their wedding days. Now help me get this dress on you." As she is being buttoned and zippered and hooked and arranged, Hungary pretty much chewing on her lower lip, the maid continues: "You're lucky, you know. Mr. Austria is a handsome man, and he's kinder than my last master was by far. And if you really don't care about that, think of poor Hungarian girls like me and Adele! A union like this is sure to bring prosperity, and you know it!"
"I know that!" Now Hungary is blushing, and covers her face with her hands. "But- but I- If he was just asking me to be his bodyguard that would be fine! But I don't know how to be a lady like he's going to want, with corsets and things! I've never been anything but a maid or a soldier or a boy… and if I mess everything up because I can't do it right… I can't just be a servant again, but I don't really want to fight him anymore!"
At her back, doing up yet another line of tiny buttons, Aníko's expresson softens, but she also looks a tiny bit amused by Hungary's worries. "Is that all? Look at yourself right now, Ms. Hungary; you're as society as they come."
"That's not what I meant!" Hungary says, embarrassed, and as she turns to look at her friend, the dream ends and Hungary wakes up.
( for a few seconds before she realizes, she simply lies there, frowning slightly as she thinks. then she realizes she can't breathe. )
W- what the heck? ( she sits bolt upright in bed, revealing that instead of pajamas, she is wearing the same wedding dress as in the dream, thankfully minus the veil. as she's freaking out over this- and trying to remove it- her eyes fall upon the dreamberry… 'recording.' ) É! Russia, you did this, right? It's a prank, right?
( she really doesn't want her first shared dream to be something so intimate! )
Effects: N/A. Interactive if you are so inclined, I guess! Get stuck in a Hetalia costume?
You are in- or watching- a dressing room. It is no closet: it is large and decorated with panels and mirrors, and even has a few chairs and a lounge. Hungary is in the dressing room, so is a woman who is clearly a maid, and together they are trying to tighten Hungary's corset. This is accomplished with much swearing on Hungary's part, who seems actually kind of distressed in general, although the maid tries to encourage her. "Come on, that wasn't so bad now!"
"Auugh!" Hungary whines, a little dramatically. She goes to flip her hair back, but it's pinned elaborately above her head. "Aníko, how can you say that? I can't even breathe." She seems to be doing just fine, actually, but her waist is rather alarmingly small now. From the familiar way she talks to the maid, and vice versa, it seems that they are more peers than master and servant, despite Hungary's current granduor.
"Well, you're just going to have to get used to it. And don't complain so much! It's a bad omen on your wedding day," Aníko says, getting a dress ready for Hungary to wear now. Hungary eyes it nervously.
"Couldn't it at least be a proper Hungarian dress?" she says, biting her lip. She's really only complaining so much because she's so very scared, and that much is evident in her expression and body language. "Or- why do we have to have a ceremony anyway, you know? I sign the papers, then he signs the papers, then our bosses shake hands…" she wrings her hands.
"Calm down!" the maid scolds. "Everyone worries on their wedding days. Now help me get this dress on you." As she is being buttoned and zippered and hooked and arranged, Hungary pretty much chewing on her lower lip, the maid continues: "You're lucky, you know. Mr. Austria is a handsome man, and he's kinder than my last master was by far. And if you really don't care about that, think of poor Hungarian girls like me and Adele! A union like this is sure to bring prosperity, and you know it!"
"I know that!" Now Hungary is blushing, and covers her face with her hands. "But- but I- If he was just asking me to be his bodyguard that would be fine! But I don't know how to be a lady like he's going to want, with corsets and things! I've never been anything but a maid or a soldier or a boy… and if I mess everything up because I can't do it right… I can't just be a servant again, but I don't really want to fight him anymore!"
At her back, doing up yet another line of tiny buttons, Aníko's expresson softens, but she also looks a tiny bit amused by Hungary's worries. "Is that all? Look at yourself right now, Ms. Hungary; you're as society as they come."
"That's not what I meant!" Hungary says, embarrassed, and as she turns to look at her friend, the dream ends and Hungary wakes up.
( for a few seconds before she realizes, she simply lies there, frowning slightly as she thinks. then she realizes she can't breathe. )
W- what the heck? ( she sits bolt upright in bed, revealing that instead of pajamas, she is wearing the same wedding dress as in the dream, thankfully minus the veil. as she's freaking out over this- and trying to remove it- her eyes fall upon the dreamberry… 'recording.' ) É! Russia, you did this, right? It's a prank, right?
( she really doesn't want her first shared dream to be something so intimate! )