Hungary sat under Austria's piano, thunder rumbling and lightning streaking across the sky. Rain pelted the window as Hungary waited for it to shatter, but it never did. Everytime a flash of light danced across the sky or the loud sound of the thunder boomed, Hungary whimpered, burying her face farther into her knees.
She had been sitting under there for at least an hour, when Austria found her.
"Hungary, what are you doing?" He asked, smoothing her hair. He obviously didn't need to ask. Hungary was hiding due to the fact that she was terrified of thunder storms. Austria sat next to her, wrapping his arm aroung her. He began to sing to her, despite the fact he thought he was absolutely terrible at it.
"Every storm runs, runs out of rain,
Just like every dark night turns into day.
Every heartache will fade away,
Just like every storm runs, runs out of rain."
Hungary had stopped crying and whimpering, her head buried into Austria's chest, sound asleep. Austria kissed her hair before falling asleep himself.
