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Austria pushed the untouched bowl of steaming soup away from himself, swiveling about-face in his desk chair to face the gargantuan arched window that occupied most of the wall. Argentine moonlight twinkled in the midnight ocean water as waves chopped its surface. He shivered at the thought of how frigid that water would be in the dead of winter. No stars flecked the sky that night: unseen clouds blanketed the bleak winter sky, having not yet overtaken the sentinel-like gibbous moon. The door of his study creaked open as dainty footsteps padded across the room. Austria knew who it was as Hungary's eloquent voice broke the pervading quiet. "What's wrong, Mr. Austria? You haven't touched your dinner."
A melancholy sigh broke her heart. "I just have some things weighing on my mind…" his royal purple gaze trailed down to the sturdy dock that jutted out from the beach below.
Hungary fought the scorching urge to dash over to Austria, wrap her arms around him like she did in sepia-tinted days of the past, and assure him that everything would eventually work itself out. "Do you need anything?" Worry laced her words.
"No, no… thank you for asking. Please, if you would, I fancy some time alone to think." He reached for his beloved cherry wood violin and bow, displayed proudly on a stand behind his desk.
"A-All right. Please don't hesitate to come get me if you need anything." Her yellow-green eyes stared at the back of Austria's head for a moment, hoping he would turn around to face her… she headed out of the room as he glared thoughtfully at the lone dock, absently plucking his violin's tuned E string.
Hungary ambled straight to the piano room, gingerly holding the skirt of her dress so she wouldn't stumble. Prussia stood with his back against one of the arched windows, his hands jammed into his pockets. "Hungary… you came." Nervousness pumped his pulse as he mentally reviewed what he was going to say to her.
"Of course," she replied distantly, a weak smile twitching the corners of her mouth but leaving her eyes untouched.
He closed the gap between them with a few streamlined strides. Rouge danced across his cheeks as he began. "Hungary, I've been meaning to tell you… something…"
Her peridot eyes searched his, trying to decipher the meaning behind his uncharacteristically shaky tone. She had never seen this somehow fearful side of Prussia before. A memory of his overly confident visage flickered across her mind: she had always envied the confidence that seemed to roll off of him in waves. She nodded for him to continue, watching his blood red eyes.
He reached out and tousled her mousy hair, his smoldering eyes falling into her nebulous, forest-tinted pools. Her cheeks flushed fuchsia from his unexpected touch. "I've been meaning to tell you this for a long time, but I could never find the courage to say it when Austria was around."
Something moved outside, framed by the window. Hungary's eyes carefully focused on it from the edge of her periphery without breaking contact with Prussia. It appeared to be a man, standing on the sturdy dock that jutted out into the ocean. Something white hung from his neck, contrasting his dark clothes… a piece of frilled cloth…
"I've been meaning to say," Prussia began again, leaning in, his face hovering inches from Hungary's, "… that I lo—"
Bated, flat strains of a violin completely derailed his thoughts as he paused for a moment. Hungary eyes the figure on the beach as realization struck. "M-Mr. Austria's outside! I'm sorry, Prussia, but I have to go!"
Hungary pivoted about-face and flew out of the room as cold fingers coiled around Prussia. His head dropped as his eyes stung with an astonishing presence: he wiped them as a lukewarm, clear fluid streamed down his cheeks. Only then, as his hope of ever winning Hungary over shattered to pieces around him, did he realize he was crying.