America banged on Spain's door. "Spain! Dude! Open up!"

Spain answered the door, looking as if America had woken him up. "America?" Spain asked surprised. "What is it?"

"Dude, you'll never believe what just happened to me! Have you seen any psychics around?" he added in a whisper.

"No?" Spain said curiously.

"Right, well..." America suddenly heard talking from inside. "Is someone here?"

"A few of my soldiers are conferencing with me. They came to tell me that Hungary has gone to Germany."

"Hungary has gone to Germany?" America repeated.

"So it seems."

America nodded and walked away quickly, leaving Spain confused in his doorway. "What weird timing." He stopped to think for a moment. "Unless someone does plans the second it comes to them, they'll never do it. I'm going to act on everything immediately from now on. In fact, I'll start right now. Belarus is right. I need to stop acting idiotic. I will do it soon and won't worry about ghosts." He turned back towards Spain, who was watching him from his doorstep. "Can I talk to your soldiers?"

"Are you sure she's gone?" Austria asked France. "Why would she leave without telling me?"

"I'm sure she was just..."

"She has no patience! She shouldn't have run away! Doesn't she know how America will she her now?"

France didn't now how to respond. He had never seen Austria act so... emotionally. So... passionate. No! That is not what he should be focusing on right now. "Austria, you don't know why she has run away. Yes, it could have been out of fear, but it could have been out of knowledge. She could've had some bit of information..."

"Knowledge? What could she have known that caused her to leave everything behind? We're married! We're supposed to protect each other! It was completely unreasonable for her to run away!"

"Austria," France stopped him from going on. "You have to calm down. Hungary is a smart woman. She wouldn't have left if she didn't feel that she had to. She's noble and wise and she knows what she's doing and just how little time she has. I can't say much, but we're in pretty bad shape here. People are getting called traitors without ever knowing why. There's no evidence! Everyone is listening and passing on horrible rumors. We're running around wildly but we aren't getting anywhere." He sighed and shook his head. "I have to leave, but I'll come back as soon as possible. Things can't get any worse."

Austria was staring out the window, glaring at everything. "So many people around, but here I am alone."

"You're going to make me cry, Austria," France said, placing a hand on his shoulder. "I have to go now. Good-bye."

France ran out of the room, allowing a few Hungarian soldiers to step through the door.

Austria narrowed his eyes at them. "Hungary is dead," he told the soldiers. "What are you going to do now? How are you going to live?"

One soldier shrugged. "The same way I've always lived, I suppose."

"Protecting a country that should no longer exist?"

"Fighting for the good of all the citizens that can't fight for themselves."

"You don't know enough to be afraid for them."

"Why should I be afraid for them? Nothing is happening to us. And I know Hungary isn't dead."

"She is. And now you have no one to lead your army. What do you expect to do about that?"

"What do you expect to do about your loss of an ally?"

Austria turned away from the soldiers, not wanting to look at them. "I can form an alliance with any country I please," he said with a strained voice.

"And they will run away just the same, right?"

Austria smiled. This was a smart man he was dealing with.

"Is Hungary really being called a traitor?" another soldier asked.

"She may as well be the way she left."

"Is that all she did? Left?"

"What other evidence does anyone need? These days if you run you are guilty."

"This never would've happened under Ancient Rome. If everyone were to just go against America we would win for sure. It's all of Europe against him."

"Shh! No one can hear you say something like that!" Austria sat as his piano and began playing. "It's better if you just go," he told the soldiers behind him.

He played loudly, wanting to down out his worry of everything that was happening. The song flowed with his emotions and when he was finished he wouldn't seem to move his hands from over the keys. He looked up, listening intently. It always seemed too quiet when he stopped playing, but this silence was eerie. Behind him, someone began to clap slowly.

He tensed up and turned around warily. The soldiers he had turned away from now laid dead on the floor and standing right in front of him was an America soldier.

"They were so mesmerized by your playing that they didn't even notice their friends falling one by one around them."

Austria stood up, ready to fight, only to be pushed back down by the American. "Don't even bother, old man," the soldier sneered before slitting his throat.

A/N

Cast:

Austria - Lady Macduff
Soldier that Austria went back and forth with - Son

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