Disclaimer: I'm not Japanese.
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He Plays The Violin – Martha Jefferson, 1776
There is a sort of peace when Hungary listens to the music. She listens to it filling the house. It flows down the corridors, through the windows and doors.
It's soothing. She has Austria to thank for that.
Every time she hears it, she wants to go to its source. Find the piano, sit down beside Austria, and never leave. Never mind the broom, the apron.
Here, it is calm.