Authors' note: Austria thinks like zis, whereas Prussia thinks like zis because I am so bold!
Today was just a usual spring day for Austria; he woke up, had his frugal, yet satisfying breakfast and then went into the music room to practice his piano skills. It may have seemed like a boring day to others, but Austria liked the tranquillity of being left to study his sheet music - without a certain someone annoying and insulting him.
He sat upon his piano stool and gave furtive glances around the spacious room.
Vell, I don't see him anywhere…and I can usually hear him a mile avay. Maybe he is off harassing Hungary again? Austria thought.
His fingers did not even touch the ivory keys when he heard that voice calling out to him.
Typical.
"Guten morgen, Austria! I svear, I see you in zose same clothes every day!" Prussia said, that smug smirk spreading across his lips. He had a little green leaf on his hair from hiding in the bushes underneath Austrias' music room window.
"Do you not have anyzing better to do vith your time?"
"Vell, being as awesome as I am, I thought I'd grace you vith my awesome presence." Prussia sat on windowsill that he came through and brushed the leaf off of his head.
"Mein Gott, you are zuch a-" Austria was about to call him something relating to feminine hygiene products, but he thought better. He did not want to stoop to Prussias' level.
"…Douchebag? I hear it all ze time from jealous nobodies ~"
"I swear Prussia, go avay – I vant to be left alone today!" He gave the intruder a harsh glare.
"…it's not like I have a home to go back to…"
Austria sighed heavily. He must admit, he did feel sorry for the fact that Prussia has no home to return to, what with being abolished back in 1947 and having his family scattered all over Europe, but what could be done? Prussia, whilst not nasty per se, can get very irritating to those around him – especially one as strait-laced as Austria. However, on the other hand, Austria does find the young man highly amusing at times; whenever he cracks a dumb joke or has a pratfall, he cannot help but laugh in that reserved manner of his.
"Very vell, you may stay here. But I'm varning you, if you disturb me, I vill be very angry vith you."
"I wont make a peep…" Prussia was sincere in this sentiment – he genuinely wanted to listen to his friends' brilliant playing.