His hands dance on the black and white keys of the piano. The beautiful melodies which come from the wooden instrument always calm me and make me happy. Even though I'm not in a good position right now, I know he will protect me and keep me safe.

He invites me to listen to him play and, no matter how stupid this sounds, sometimes I truly and utterly think that he's trying to serenade me.

When we were little, I tended to beat him up sometimes, well the majority of the time but in my defense, he always started it. We considered each other friends anyway, or at least we had mutual respect for one another. I was the leader and he was the underdog. How ironic that now the roles are reversed.

I've been treated harshly by everyone except for him. Even though I'm his servant, he treats me like a lady and never treats me as if I am a lower rank.

I'm in love with him. It might sound strange yet, I know in my heart that I feel a greater love for him than anything else in this cruel world, where everything's changing. If there's one thing I'd like to hold on to, it's him.

I might appear well-mannered and lady-like around him, but my heart yearns for him with a fierce desire. I have to restrain myself whenever he comes near, it's all I can do to prevent myself from pulling him into a deep never-ending embrace right there.

I want nothing more than to feel if lips upon mine and his hand upon my hand. If he marries me (as if that'll ever happen) we'll protect each other. So if Prussia ever tries to seize his vital regions, he'll be sorry for taking away my happy place in soooo many ways.

What do you do if you're in love with your best friend yet he is too oblivious to take a hint from all your super obvious flirtations and you don't know if he feels the same?

I love it when he lets me sing when he plays the piano. He says that my voice is more beautiful than the jewels on a crown. Does that mean he loves me too? I don't know, I've never felt this way about anyone before.

The music stops. The silence snaps me out of my trance.

"Hungary," he says, dabbing at his forehead with a handkerchief. "There's a ball tonight hosted by my bosses and since they're my bosses, I have to go. I was wondering, would you mind accompanying me?"

I stare at him, my cheeks turning the shade of the sunset.

He senses what he feels in an awkward mood. (I'm actually too excited to speak.) He quickly adds, "As a friend, of course."

I nod my head, containing my joy behind a neutral expression. "Of course, Mr. Austria. It would be my honor."

"Good." He says.

I turn to leave.

"Oh, and one more thing Hungary, you're my guest and no guest of mine shall have to address me with any formalities. I insist that you call me Austria."

"Yes Mr.- I mean Austria." I quietly whisper "my love" and cover my mouth.

He tilts his head at me. "I'm sorry Hungary, I didn't catch that last bit."

"Oh, I was just saying that I'm happy that we're friends." I walk to my room.

As I put on an emerald green gown, my question pushes itself back into my brain. I do not have an answer, I'm actually even more confused then before.

All I know is that I love him and I always will.

And maybe, just maybe, he feels the same way.