Surely I'm hallucinating? Right? Right?
It was around five in the morning when a small, round owl made it to Austria's house. Luckily for said nation, he was not awoken by the tapping at his window, as he was already awake. (He would claim it was because true talent never sleeps, though he really just needed a glass of water).
He opened the window almost immediately, first making sure it wasn't a murderer or Prussia, then looked around as the small ball of feathers landed on the side of his couch. 'Is anyone else seeing this?' he wondered (though there was only Hungary in his house besides him, and she was in her room asleep, definitely 'not' seeing this). He was still looking around when a larger, though still not very big, owl flew into his home and settled next to the smaller one.
Startled, it was only when the first owl hoo-ed and lifted its leg, that Austria noticed the role of paper on it. He apprehensively reached out to take the paper, and was pleasantly surprised when the bird did not bite him. Unraveling the paper, he started to read.
The first thing he noted was the use of their human names, which raised some concern. Next was the glaring lack of information, it was clear England wanted them to accept, even if to just explain things. Finally, he took special notice of the part of the letter that said he could decline. He had half a mind to, when the second owl, the larger one, started hooting loudly in a way that was sure to wake Hungary.
And wake Hungary it did, as less than two minutes later her door opened and he could hear her footsteps coming towards the living room where all this was going down. She was not very happy with her abrupt awakening, and, for a terrifying moment, she was completely silent.
"... Austria?"
"Yes?"
"What is all this? Why are there birds in your couch?"
"I believe we have mail, they were carrying letters, one is addressed to you. From England."
She sighed, and read her letter. A few moments later, she asked,
"That's all? Write back, tell him we can meet on his terms."
He did as she said, saying something more along the lines of 'I am free to meet whenever you are, I have no preference as to time' and wrote the same thing on another sheet of paper. After finishing these letters, he paused.
" Do you know how to get these sheets onto those birds?"
"Nope. This is all you, Austria." It infuriated Austria that she was smirking.
He sighed, looked at the owls, folded the papers and held it out to them. To his surprise, and to the surprise of Hungary behind him, the owls listed their legs and allowed him to tied the papers to them without being gouged. They then took leave out of the still open window.
"Are we sure that wasn't a dream?" he leaned toward her and asked.
"Yes, yes we are."