He sat stock-still, fingers hovering over the polished keys. Mouth curving as he looked at her, Austria said, "If you love something, you have to let it go."
She waited, apron crumpled in her trembling fists. Though her eyes gleamed with uncertain, unshed tears, she said nothing and just stared at him.
Austria smiled tiredly, weakly. "And if it loves you, it may come back."
Hungary stared wide-eyed as he bent over the piano once again, musing over the keys. He played a single note, clear and poignant, and looked up.
Purple eyes blinked. "What are you waiting for?"
She didn't know, and didn't want to think about it. "Goodbye, Mr. Austria," she said quickly, as if trying to disguise the words that broke the silence. Shoes like rain against the wooden floor, she whirled around and fled the room, bolting through the French doors and into a pair of waiting arms.
"Calm down, Hungary," whispered a voice by her ear. Pressing her face into Prussia's chest, she let the tears slid down her cheeks. There was once a time when she wouldn't ever have cried in front of this idiot – even now she felt embarrassed by it – but it was impossible to hold her emotions in any longer.
Austria – trust that damn man to say something like that, just when she'd finally made her decision. Hungary would've liked to scream at him, or throw something at his arrogant face. Sure, they had been married for a while. Sure, Hungary had once had feelings for Austria. But… times had changed. She wanted to move on now. She'd fallen out of love – and right back in it again. With someone else.
Pushing her hair out of her face, she looked up into Prussia's crimson eyes. "Let's go," she whispered, voice breaking at the end.
He looked down at her, puzzlement spreading across his face. "Eh? You can go? Then why are you crying?"
"Shut up, Prussia." Hungary's voice trembled as she forced a smile. She was going to be okay, she just needed some time… "Let's get away from here."
He grinned wickedly, an expression that Hungary had learned to fear long ago. Scooping her into his arms, he let loose a wild laugh. A tiny yellow bird fluttered by his head. "This is going to be awesome! I'll introduce you to West, my little brother, and show you all around Europe, and…"
Hungary laughed weakly as he ran down the hallway, jabbering on about everything they would do together now that she was officially free of Austria. The way Prussia talked about things, it sounded like he intended to keep going places and doing things until there was nothing left to do or see. She sighed in his arms, watching the paintings in Austria's house blur together as Prussia sped down the hallway and towards the door. It seemed odd that she would never see them again.
Prussia slowed down as he reached the door, still talking at 100 miles per hour, and yanked it open. Sunlight spilled into the lonely house. A moment later they were gone, leaving behind nothing but memories and buttery sunshine and the echoes of an old life.