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"He does seem to be a nice boy," Hungary admitted while she continued her repairs. Luz Maria really did seem to love that boy a lot, didn't she? Not long ago it would be heavily frowned upon or seen as a sign of weakness for a nation to love a micronation, but in the modern era those stigmas weren't so bad. Although she had to wonder what Spain thought about it. Generally he was easy going, but Elizaveta had known the conquistador a long time and was well aware he had his stubborn side, too. Sometimes Mexico's big brother could be a little unpredictable when it came to his siblings.

"I always thought he was just another playboy like his brothers," she said with a soft chuckle. "Italy is a sweetheart but he can be so flaky. Especially when it comes to a pretty girl. I'm glad Marcello is able to settle into a stable relationship."

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Hungary only chuckled at Luz Maria's outburst. Young nations like her and America were always so sensitive about their age! It really only made them seem that much younger when they got upset. "Churros would be lovely," she said. "I always was fond of those."

While Mexico and Roderich talked, she glanced down at her phone to read Lichtenstein's message. She read it again. Just to be certain she read it one more time. Her hands seized up and she dropped the phone as she struggled to contain herself. Elizaveta wanted nothing more than to punch another hole in the wall, but she was not a barbarian. She was not a barbarian and she was no one's "sweetheart" either. The Hungarian's eyebrow twitched while a shadow fell over her face.

Anica... He had somehow manipulated their sweet, innocent and trusting little princess. That seducing vampire had sunk his fangs into her and he would not be forgiven. But now that he had Lili's blessing to be there Elizaveta couldn't just kick him to the curb. That would upset the sensitive little nation and there was nothing worse than hurting Lili's feelings.

Romania was going to be a guest at her dinner no matter what she thought about it. "That b*****d..." she hissed under her breath.

Elizaveta was fuming and darkly envisioning just how good it would feel to bash her frying pan over a certain fanged nation's head when Austria approached her. Honestly, her thoughts were so clouded with what Anica had done that she didn't even notice him until she felt someone take her hand. The Hungarian girl flashed him a strange, startled look until she realized who it was. Her eyes went from fierce to sweet so fast it was hard to tell a change had even occurred as she offered him a weak smile.

"Y-Yes?" she asked, knowing her voice was just as strained as her expression. "What is it, Mr. Austria?" Hungary tried to give him her undivided attention but it was frustratingly difficult when what she really wanted to do was find her old sword and show a certain someone just what a former barbarian could do.

Elizaveta internally swore up a storm when she heard someone knock on the door. Now who could it be? She bit her lip and glanced towards the door knowing it was rude to ignore them, but she wanted to hear what Austria had to say, too. It seemed important to him...