Author's Note: These collection of tales was meant to be part of a song meme which I presume most are familiar with. None of these fics were meant to be historically accurate, although historical events have influenced some of the drabbles written.
I'm neither a professional writer, nor an English literature professor, so go easy on me. I assure you any and all mistakes be it grammar/spelling or otherwise are not intentional.
As always this fandom does not belong to me.
Night Squall - Balmorhea
Snow covered the gardens, while the naked trees stood like silent guardians gently swaying in the wind. The night sky was clear and heavy with the weight of the moon and stars. The scent of ice and cold tickled her nose, causing Hungary to smile as she breathed deeply of the fresh air.
Nearby, Prussia hovered over a small bush a blanket in hand. She did not ask what he was doing, as his intent was clear. For all his pomp and stance, Gilbert was a good man, a pure soul who still believed in the old ways.
Approaching his side, Elizaveta watched as he gently wrapped the blanket around the small nest of shivering gilbirds huddled together in an attempt to keep warm from the chill. 'You guys shouldn't be out here, but you don't deserved be trapped inside either,' he softly explained to the birds. 'So we'll just have to compromise now won't we?'
Softly humming a tune from the days of his youth, Prussia finished tucking in the little gilbirds before rising to his feet. Turning to face Hungary, he spoke. 'Its getting cold we should return.'
Hungary simply nodded in agreement. For the first time she understood just why she loved him.