A/N I don't own Hetalia, I just like to make up my own stories about the characters. Also I don't have English as my native language so you don't need to be surprized if the language is not perfect (but if someone find something that is very wrong please tell me so I can become better) ^_^
Story includes following characters: Austria, Hungary, Italy, Germany, Prussia, Russia & Belarus
Vienna
1944-06-02
It was late afternoon, and it had been a hard day for Austria.
It was fortunate that he was used to rules and discipline otherwise this day would have felt even longer and harder. Now he had finally come home and the first thing he did was, as usual, to sit down with the piano to clear the mind.
It was nice not to think about anyething at all for a while, just let the music wash away everything and exhale.
But then the doorbell rang. Austria sighed. Visitors was not exactly what he longed for the moment. But he got on his feet and walked towards the door to open the door and see who it was.
He had barely taken two steps away from the piano when the door suddenly was kicked open, and only seconds later, he heard about twenty boots stomping around in his house. It did not seem as if the visitors had thoughts of taking off their shoes, which Austria always demanded that his visitors would do before they came in.
Everything was over very quickly. The intruders had hardly gotten inside the door before they even stormed into the room where Austria stood. He never had a chance to hide. They were German soldiers, but Austria couldn't see Germany himself anywhere. He just wasn't with them.
Budapest
1944-12-24
The fire was lit and next to the armchair was a great big beautiful Christmas tree full of red apples and burning candles. The only sound that could be heard was the gentle crackling of the fire.
When Hungary had lit all the candles in the Christmas tree, she sat down in her armchair to relax. In her lap, she had that big bowl of goulash that she had longed for the past few years. She had saved her ration cards for several months to get everything she needed to make it.
Now Hungary lifted the bowl to her nose and just breathed in the scent of the sweet, delicious, delicious meat soup which spices aroma found the back of her nose, and filled her with a pleasure that she had not felt in many years.
Now as this was done Hungary placed the bowl in her lap again, then she picked out her favorite spoon, dipped it deep into the soup and brought it to her mouth. The taste filled her whole mouth, the sweet spices that she lacked as long attracted the taste buds and made her breathe. Hungary had not seen herself as stressed out but apparently she needed some time for herself sometimes - after all who didn't? Who did not need to relax? Hungary took the spoon, she deserved this, she told herself. One couldn't just do war and politics all the time.
This was the first time in a long while that Hungary came to think of Austria. The spoon she ate her goulash with had been one of his the wedding gifts to her. Maybe she should call him and ask him about things. After all it was Christmas, and they were still very close friends.
The phone was standing next to her on the table. She could reach it with her hand without effort, in other words she didn't need to put down the bowl when she took up the phone. She dialed the number and waited, but there was no answer.
This did not bother Hungary, however, this was, after all, long before the cell phone was invented. Austria was probably just out at the moment...