Okay so I couldn't resist carrying on with this story (thank you lemacd and Juliefreak133 for your reviews, they sparked an idea for this next chapter) I do not own the Sound of Music or any of the characters, I am writing purely for fun.
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Chapter 2
The shouting outside was heard by everyone in the house. As the children were changing upstairs, Max and Elsa sat on the sofa in silence. Even the household staff knew that the Captains rage was not to be fuelled, and this governess had crossed the line one too many times.
Upstairs in the girls room Gretl began to cry.
"Oh Gretl don't cry" Liesl crouched in front of her youngest sister, "what's the matter?"
"Why does Father have to yell at Fraulein Maria for making us happy?" The little girl sniffed.
"I don't know" Liesl wished she had an answer, she wished she knew why her Father acted as though happiness was a sin. Was laughter so painful to his ears?
"Do you think…" Gretl choked back a sob "Do you think she could make Father happy again too?"
Marta, with her ever positive nature, walked over to Gretl with still the slightest spring in her step.
"I think Fraulein Maria can do anything!" Marta said in such an over the top 'Maria' like way that Gretl couldn't help but giggle.
Brigitta; her nose, as always buried in a book, looked up at Marta's performance and scoffed.
"What on earth gave you that idea, Fraulein Maria is wonderful but she is not a miracle worker." Birgitta was firm. Marta and Gretl both pulled faces and Liesl turned to towards her with a frown.
"She is too!" Marta and Gretl answered in unison, and Liesl failed to bite back the laugh that quickly escaped her mouth. Louisa could no longer ignore the conversation going on between her sisters and sat up from where she had collapsed on the bed to look at the others.
"How do you know?" she challenged, watching as Gretl and Marta exchanged a sly look.
"Easy" Gretl boasted.
"She stopped you and Brigitta from always being so mean!" Marta's come back made Louisa instantly regret ever trying to join in. Liesl didn't even try to hold her laughter in this time and collapsed on the floor in fits of giggles.
Over in the boy's room, Kurt and Friedrich had got changed without so much as a word exchanged between them. Yet again their Father had reacted badly to an attempt for them to have any fun. Once dressed they sat on their beds in silence.
Down stairs a similar scene was taking place in the drawing room. Elsa and Max had not said a single word to one another, as both of them strained to overhear the argument happening outside.
Elsa shifted uncomfortably in the seat, Georg and herself had never argued this way, they had always been so agreeable. She thought it should make her happy, that they were on good terms; but there was something about the tone of his voice that made her feel that maybe Georg needed something more than just agreeable. He had never shown as much passion about anything than he was showing right now, for as long as she had known him, and she knew that he was fighting a battle he already knew wasn't worth fighting.
The door slammed and both Elsa and Max jumped. The sound of heavy, determined footsteps could be heard going up the stairs, followed only moments later by a slightly lighter slamming of the door and Maria's light footsteps hurrying after them.
Elsa sighed, this little trip was not going as she had planned.
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"I AM NOT FINISHED YET"
The boys looked at each other
"What was that?" Kurt asked, not sure whether he should cry or hide or both. He wanted so badly to be brave like his brother but in situations like this there was no use in pretending.
"I think it was Fraulein Maria" Friedrich knew he was just as concerned as his younger brother looked. Manly or not he loved Fraulein Maria as did the rest of his siblings and was not sure he could ever forgive his Father if she went away.
"OH YES YOU ARE CAPTAIN"
The girls had frozen the moment they had heard Fraulein Maria's voice shouting down the hall way, hardly daring to breathe.
"Did Father just call her Captain?!" Louisa whispered, she could feel the amusement beginning to bubble inside but was too scared to laugh, or make any sound other than the slightest whisper.
"I think he did" Liesl replied, her laughter long subsided.
Another door slammed and Gretl jumped.
"Have they gone?" She murmured
Liesl moved towards their bedroom door.
"No Liesl don't!" Brigitta protested.
"I'm only going to take a quick look" She slowly opened the door as quietly as possible and peeked out, she breathed a small sigh of relief that neither her father nor Fraulein Maria were in sight.
"They're gone"
"Are you sure? I don't want to get shouted at, check again… Please Liesl" Liesl poked her head back out the door, but this time she did see someone. Friedrich's head was also peering out the door of his and Kurt's room just down the hall. Suddenly his hand came out and began to wave as if he was trying to signal something. Liesl frowned unable to work it out.
"Liesl!" Marta wined
"It's just Friedrich" she whispered back.
Again Friedrich signalled with his hand, this time Liesl understood and nodded quickly before disappearing back inside her room.
"I think we should head downstairs, to Uncle Max and the Baroness, we haven't even properly said hello yet. Fraulein Maria taught us that song to sing remember?." She tried to ignore the feeling of dread that was forming in the pit of her stomach.
"I don't want to sing without her!" Gretl looked as if she was about to start crying again and Liesl knew she had to stop her quick.
"That's okay, we can just wait then. We'll wait until Father and Fraulein Maria come down to join us."
"Okay" Gretl headed towards the door and took Liesl's hand. The other girls followed closely behind. Meeting the boys at the top of the stairs, Friedrich and Liesl shared a troubled glance, before heading downstairs to join their Father's guests.
Whatever was going on behind closed doors, the children prayed that their Angel, their beloved Maria would stay with them. Liesl remembered the words her father had always told her as a young girl 'Feirce storms will always pass'.
