5. Feud
"Here's your food Mr. Austria." Hungary smiled politely as she entered the room filled with the sweet sound of music; she set down her tray on a nearby table, and decided to ask again since he didn't seem to realize she was even there at the moment. "Mr. Austria?"
"What is it Hungary? Can you not see that I'm in the middle of composing my tenth rondo in E?" Austria banged his hands down on the keys making a sour noise that rung in her ears. She smiled at the man behind the crumpled sheet music adorned piano anyway.
"Your food sir."
He glanced up and gave one of the most clueless looks she had ever seen. "My what?"
"Your food."
"Huh?"
"Food, F-o-o-d!" She pointed down at the tray.
"Oh, you mean food?" He stood up from the giant grand piano, now that he finally figured out what was worth standing up for and actually taking time from his hard work to see why Hungary was bothering him. He decided eating would be worth it.
"Yes sir!"
"Why do you say it like that?"
"Say it like what?"
"You say it like feud." He made sure to stress the vowels in the word and crinkle his nose as he did so, for effect of course.
"I do not!" She crossed her arms to keep them from throwing some of the 'feud' into her bosses face.
"Yes you do, say it again."
"Food."
"Yes you do, it's definitely there." The nobleman nodded curtly.
"I don't see it!"
"I know you cant. It's fairly obvious."
"Just eat your feud." She said making a face and turning on her heel.
"Told you." Austria called behind her as she was walking out. "Thanks for the feud!"
"I don't say it like that!" She yelled and slammed the large oaken doors behind her.
Sorry if this one makes no sense. I call one of my good friends Hungary, because she resembles the Hungary from Hetalia. Her dad always makes fun of her about the way she says food. He's a musician too so it totally makes sense. Alrighty than! Another short stupid one! The next one is going to be amazing I promise! :D Review Review Review!