Roderich walked into the room where Elizaveta sat sipping her tea. It was something she had taken to doing when she started living in his house, when she decided to act more like a lady. She was sitting near the window and did not notice his approach until he stopped and clear his throat.

"Good day, Elizaveta," he greeted.

"Mr. Austria!" Setting down her teacup, she stood and offered him a seat which he politely declined. "I- …How are you today?"

"I am well. How are you? I apologize for the rude interruption to your tea time. You seemed quite… peaceful."

"Oh, not at all," she laughed lightly, feeling a bit more at ease. "Well, I mean, yes I was feeling quite peaceful but it's not an interruption at all. I much prefer to have company than sit on my own. " She smiled softly at him.

"Quite…" He cleared his throat once more, though not out of need. "If you do not mind, I'd like to play something for you."

"For… me?" She asked, with a bit of surprise. He nodded and gestured for her to sit back down. She did so, smoothing out her skirt and looked at him with rapt attention. Taking the wooden instrument out of its case, Austria began tuning. After a few minutes of awkward notes, he stopped. "This is…. Meant to be played on piano, but I know that you are fond of the violin, Elizaveta."

"Well, yes," she replied, feeling a bit nervous. She wasn't used to the attention he was giving her. "But you didn't have to—"

"I know," he interrupted, with a rare smile. "I know I didn't. But this is not for me; this is "Für Elise"."

With that, he began to play. The song started out slow but soon picked up speed and it was obvious where the chords would have been placed in the original piano manuscript, but Austria's seamless violin arrangement made the music flow effortlessly from the strings. Hungary wanted to close her eyes and immerse herself in the enchanting melody and at the same time did not want to take her eyes off the equally enchanting musician as he played.

Before she knew it, the song was over and Austria took a bow while she clapped and smiled. The little performance was a moment that was simply their own, with no one else around to see or judge.

After carefully putting the instrument away, Roderich turned to face the brunette again.

"May I have this dance?" He asked, offering a hand to her.

Hungary placed her hand in his. "Of course, sir."

"Roderich."

At her quizzical look, he explained. "Please… call me Roderich."

"Of course… Roderich."

And though there was no music, the two danced to a song that was their own. They danced until night fell and the moon rose over the mountain-tops. Lofty and light-headed, exhausted and drowsy, the pair finally bid one another good night and each drifted into a calm and blissful sleep.