"What a wonderful evening." Hungary leaned up against the window, watching the sun set behind the clouds. She had finally finished her work for the day, and was taking a moment to relax. Catching sight of a few ambassadors that were making their way off of the estate, she began to wonder about her boss. "I hope Mr. Austria's day wasn't too bad. He definitely wasn't looking forward to the meetings he had today."

Just then, the door to the drawing room opened. Seeing it was Austria she stood up straight and proper. He lingered in the doorway.

"Ah, hello Hungary." He started, sounding rather odd.

"Good evening, Mr. Austria. Is there something I can do for you?"

"Well, I-" He cleared his throat. "I was wondering if you knew where Italy was?"

"Italy? I think he's out in the garden right now. Shall I fetch him for you?" She started for the door.

"No, no! That's quite all right." He came fully into the room, and shut the door. He held a stack of papers in his hands.

She looked at him, confused. "What are those, Mr. Austria, if it is alright that I ask?"

"Well these are- It's for-" Again he coughed. "This is music. For the piano."

Hungary smiled. "Are you going to play it? Who is it?"

Austria was a little uncomfortable. "It's- well, I wrote it."

"You did? Oh, please play it. I love to hear you play."

Making his way to the piano, Austria was blushing. "I don't know if you'll like it, Hungary. But I- I wrote it for you, actually."

"Me?" Hungary took a step towards the piano, paused, then finished walking the length of the room until they were standing not much more than a foot away from each other.

"Yes. I hope that's alright with you?" He asked nervously.

Hungary only smiled. "I'd love to hear it, Mr. Austria."

Relieved, he nodded and sat down, positioning the sheets in front of him. Then he played the music, beautiful and powerful, it was sweet on the ears but held suprises in its notes. Hungary listened intently, her face growing brighter every time Austria's fingers hit the keys. When he was finished, he put his arms in his lap and took a deep breath. Turning back to her, he asked: "Well, did you like it?"

Hungary laughed. "That was gorgeous, Roderich!" She put a hand to her mouth, turning a little red. Then she finished, a nervous smile on her face, "I mean, you have so much talent, Mr. Austria."

Also blushing, Austria stood up. "Thank you. I've been working on it for a long time now... I thought you might like to hear it now that it's finished."

"Yes, thank you." She grinned, then looked back at the sheet. "Eh... Mr. Austria?"

"Yes, Hungary?"

"Why did you write that music for me?"

Now Austria was looking more like a tomato than a country. "I wrote - I wrote it because - Well, I-" He stammered and couldn't make himself form any coherent explanation.

Seeing how flustered he was, Hungary giggled, then took the music out of his hands. Holding it to her chest, she stood taller and pecked the still babbling country on the cheek, which silenced him completely. She turned and left the room.

"Well, that was..." Austria held a few fingers to the spot where Hungary's lips had brushed against his face. "Hm." He smiled, and sighed. "Elizabeta..."

Yeah, you know he'd write her some music at some point. Roderich's got game. I'd most definitely fall for a guy who wrote me some music.

Heh. I've been avoiding work on my major fanfics to work on silly, guilty pleasure ones like this. Again, I might expand on this one, but no promises. And, as always, I appreciate reviews of all kinds. Any kind of critique makes me a better writer anyhow. :)