Outside of Austria's house, birds were tweeting and the sun was shining. All-in-all, it was a very pleasant day.
The melodic tones of a grand piano filled the air. The pianist's slender, pale fingers reached out and struck each key with rehearsed precision.
If one listened closely, they could hear light footsteps, as not to disturb the nation playing, making their way to the pianist. The creator of those footsteps stopped upon reaching his back. The country slowly extended her arms, and laid them to rest on the shoulders of the pianist, her face nuzzled up in his tousled brown hair.
"... I love you," Hungary whispered, exhaling soflty by his hair.
The pianist, her husband, smiled soflty at her, his fingers on the keys in a way so it would not make a sound.
"I-"
The girl's pointer finger pressed gently onto Austria's soft lips.
"Shhh...She whispered, " please, shhh..."
She touched an ivory key on the piano, producing a soft tone.
"I- I love you...
Piano..."
Austria's head whipped upwards, and he looked at his wife. She didn't pay him any mind, however, and continued staring at the piano lovingly.
"Excuse me?"
Aw, Austria's confused! As the author, its my job to-
Just then, the fourth wall of the piano room fell with a resounding CRACK. Hungary looked up, and saw the Little Einsteins.
"3, 2, 1! We're going on a trip-"
Austria let out a girly squeal.
"ERMERGERD ARE YOU THE LITTLE EINSTEINS?! IM SUCH A FAN CAN YOU SIGN MY WIFE?!"
With that, he thrust Hungary forward to the Little Einsteins, whoobligedd, and began scribbling all over her.
FINland!