Austria ran out of the house, running into the field which was coated in flowers everwhere. Austria flopped down trying to hide the tears streaming down his face.
"Why? Why did I have to say that to him?" Austria sobbed. He curled up in a ball, crying for a long time, the wind gently whispering comfort to him. After a while he stood up, wiped his face with a sleeve. He slowly started picking flowers before trudging through the dust back to his house. He opened the door and went in.
"Prussia?!" He called, walking to Prussia's room, he looked in an his jaw dropped. It was . . . clean? No posters? There wasn't even marks on the wall from poster puddy. Austria walked around the house in confusion.
"Prussia?" He walked into the kitchen, Prussia's secound favorite place. He saw a note on the table, before picking it up to read it he noticed that the kitchen was completely clean. Austria raised an eyebrow and started reading, tears slowly slid down his cheeks, he set the page down, crinkling it in his hand slightly. He finally gave up, putting his head on the table, crying more (Gods Austria, you're such a whimp.)
"Austria?" Came a voice from behind him, Austria knew the voice in an instant.
"Austria? What's wrong?" Hungary asked, putting her hand on his back. "And where is Prussia? I can find him anywhere?"
"He's gone," Austria managed, "I told him to leave, so he left."
"What? But . . . . But, Austria I don't understand," Austria simply held up the note. Hungary gasped.
"Oh no!"
"I'm such an idiot! I wish I would have never said that to him then you wouldn't have to see me in this mess!" Austria exclaimed, expaserated. Hungary sighed, Austria heard her reatreating footsteps and looked up intime to watch her go into the drawing room. After a bit he heard a note being played on his piano. Austria launched up, pushing his chair backwards. Hungary shouldn't be touching it! He ran into the drawing room, and stopped. Hungary had pulled out the piano bench and was sitting to the side. She looked up at him.
"Please play me something," Hungary pleaded. Austria let out the breath he had took to yell at her. He wiped his eyes and nodded, he sat down at the piano and gently taped the first note, then launched into the cresendoes and slurs of an extremely sad song. Tears formed in his eyes the song got more dramatic and then slowed down as he reached the end, he barely touched the last note. Austria turned to Hungary, wiping the tears out of his eyes. Hungary had a single tear running down her cheek.
"That was beautiful," Hungary sniffed. Austria helped Hungary stand.
"Come, food needs to be prepared," he said.
"I'll get on it right away."
"Let me help."
"O-okay . . . "
A/N: Whew, sorry that took so long to finally update, I've been busy recently so FF and writing kinda got pushed to the side. I promise it won't always be this sad . . . . .