Hello everyone! Sorry I haven't updated this fic again, here is another short entry of Hungary talking about Austria's piano playing. Next entry I plan to talk a little about Hungary's growing concern for Austria and about his new boss, Charles V.


Dear Diary,

Today was a really nice day for me, and I thought I should tell you about it a little. I'm getting more and more used to how things are done here in this house as I've been a maid here for several decades now. My duties consist of primarily cleaning Austria's section of the house, and other miscellaneous chores like feeding the kitchen and doing the laundry. The cooking is taken care of by another group of maids. Sadly, I rarely get the chance to help, even though I really wish to show them how to cook some Hungarian dishes. I only help them out when we have banquets or if they are too overwhelmed and are short on hands.

Anyways, I got to listen to Mr. Austria play his piano in the large music room on the second floor. I had just finished cleaning the parlor and was walking down the hallway when suddenly, I heard music playing from somewhere. At first I wondered who would be playing piano right now. The door was slightly ajar and I took a peak through the doors and nearly dropped my cleaning things at who it was. It was the dear young master playing the piano!

Who would have thought, that the young master, who was so very busy with his work and administrating vast amounts of land, and various other nations, would still have time to play the piano so beautifully. I stood there for a few minutes listening to the wonderful melodies and sounds as his fingers glided and danced over the black and white ivories. When I was a servant living at that damn Turkey's place, pardon my language, I rarely heard such music.

He suddenly stopped and looked in my direction. He got up and said, 'You know Miss Hungary, it is not polite to peek at one's private business."

I told him, "I'm sorry sir. It's just...the music was so beautiful and your playing was impeccable. I..."

"Would you like to take a seat and listen while I play for a few minutes?" he asked and showed me to a stool where I sat down carefully. He took his seat on the bench and began playing another song. For several minutes there was only the sound of music reverberating against the walls and the sounds of Mr. Austria's fingers hitting the keys. Before I knew it, Austria had finished playing his song and suggested that I should get back to work. He face did not change this whole time, which was sad as I wanted to see him smile.

Before I left the room, he said that if I wanted to, I could bring Little Ita along as he too has been overhearing the young Master playing the piano. I thanked him and bowed and left to clean the hallway. As I was scrubbing the suits of armors that lined the walls, I knew that I should be grateful for Austria for taking me in. When I lived in Turkey's house, he was quite cruel to me, often beating me with his rod for the slightest mistake. When I made those same mistakes here, Mr. Austria did not seem to be angry nor did he try to hit me. I suppose he is too much of a gentleman and too timid sometimes, but I still admire him all the same.

-Elizabeth


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