POV- Vienna

When Germany came back, I immediately asked him what he and my father had been talking about. Oddly, he said nothing when I first asked. It took me three more tries just to get a response out of him.

"I would suggest calling him. I think you would like to hear what he told me from his mouth instead of mine."

I shrugged, deciding it was worth a shot. He showed me to his office and left me alone to call home. I dialed the house and waited. My mother answered. "Hello?"

"Mother?"

"Vienna? Is this you?"

"Yes Mother, it is."

I then heard sniffling over the phone for a few moments before she replied, "Oh Vienna, -sniff- I am so glad to hear from you. Where have you been?"

"I have been with Germany, Japan, and Italy."

"Are you calling to speak to your father?"

"Yes. How did you know?"

"Because he wants to talk to you and he is standing behind me. He came in as soon as he heard me say your name."

"Okay." I waited as my mother handed the phone to my father.

"Vienna?"

"Yes Father?"

I heard him take a deep breath, which meant he was keeping himself together. I then felt bad, knowing he was working hard just to keep from crying in front of me. "Father, you can cry if you need to."

"I will not, even though I very much want to. Vienna, my dear child, where have you been?
And why did you run away?"

I sighed because now I felt tears coming to my eyes. I also took a deep breath to collect myself (like father, like daughter I suppose.) "Well, I have been with Ludwig, Honda, and Feliciano."

"Ah yes, Feliciano. I am glad you found him again. You two were such good friends."

"We still are, Father."

I heard him give a soft chuckle. "Of course, my little girl. What about my second question?"

I bit my lip before answering. Tears now were going down my cheeks slowly. "I was…afraid."

"Afraid of what?"

"Th-that you would be dead…or if not, furious at me."

He sighed deeply again. "My sweet girl, I am most certainly not dead. I was upset, but only because I knew I had made you upset by keeping you a secret."

Now I was really crying. I sat down on Germany's chair and cried.

POV- Austria

At this point, I heard my daughter crying on the phone. I was preventing myself from crying, but I felt close to it when I heard her. "Shh, shh, sweet child, what are you crying for?"

"Father, I am so sorry for what I did to you and how unfairly I have treated you," she said between sobs, "I know you probably won't forgive me for nearly killing you, Father."

My heart melted away at her words. "Vienna, you are wrong. I do forgive you. You did not nearly kill me, but you did make me pass out. Dear child, as much as you think I do not, I love you, very much. No matter what happens, I will always love my little girl."

Her sobs broke down into sniffles. "Really? You still love me?"

"Yes, young one."

"I love you too, Father."

I smiled. Tears of happiness now went down my face, but I still had one more question for her. "When will you return home?"

"I don't know for now. I had to sell Rococo to get some supplies, so I can't ride home. I could have Germany, Japan, and Italy help me."

"That is a good idea, but promise me one thing."

"Yes?"

"Do not ask help from France. At all. Understand?"

"I understand, but why not France? He's one of the Allies, and aren't the Allies good too?"

"Let's just say, I am not on good terms with France. Therefore, I do not trust him like I used to."

"Okay Father. I will not ask help from France."

"Thank you."

"You are welcome. Anyway, I must go and get some sleep. It is getting dark now."

"Okay, Vienna. I love you."

"I love you too."

"Bye."

"Bye."

I hung up the phone and sighed happily. I looked to Elizaveta, who was standing at the door. "Our little girl is going to come home."

A smile came across her face. "When? Do you know?"

I shook my head. "No, I do not know when, but I know she will." I looked out the window to the night sky overlooking the garden and smiled. 'My little girl will be coming home. My Vienna.'