Aaaaand, this is a drabble.
I keep thinking, this time I'll write a drabble, this time for real... and I end up writing a fic too long to be a drabble :T
BUT-
This.
Is.
A.
Drabble.
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Enjoy it guys!
Austria was usually a very calm person. He spoke very little yet he said so much, hell, he didn't even had to talk sometimes, not if he had his piano around. Whenever someone heard him playing the piano, they knew his mood.
However, Austria had to admit, if only to himself, that he felt lonely.
Yep, a strange concept. Somewhat foreign to him. Somewhat… scary. Just a little though!
He would flush and stammer nonsense whenever he was asked about his private life, and that's why no one apart from Gilbert did. And even though he claimed to hate the albino, Austria had to admit, if even to himself, that he felt lonely, and Gilbert helped him to laugh his way through it.
Along with being a quite quiet person, he liked to remember things of the past, either good or bad. He liked particularly that time when he had people in his home. But HRE died and he never knew a thing about him anymore, Italy grew up and left, and he ended up losing Hungary, too… When he thought about those days, he had to admit, if only to himself, that he was lonely, and he missed them.
And then it was her…
Austria had loved her, yes he had. But he hadn't been allowed to tell her, and she came and went as only a servant as he never got to really tell her anything.
In spite if that, Austria was surprised to find her one day, even after she was no longer his servant, in his private chambers, where only he had access. She had winked then, and since that day she has always managed to find her way into his room, no matter what happened around them, no matter wars, no matter anything. She had always been there for him, comforting him, holding him to sleep, cradling him in her arms. And Austria had to admit, if only to himself, that he was lonely, and Hungary took it away.
Fluffy huh? Seems like I'm on a fluffy roll!
You let me know if you liked it okay? ;)