“Help me,” Spain pleaded. “Ita-chan’s idea didn’t work. My idea didn’t work. I need a new plan.”
A slight scoff turned his attention back to Austria.
“You want to ask him for help now too? There’s nothing that France can offer you that will make the situation any better. Actually, there’s a far better chance that it will become worse.”
“Hey!” France protested, indignantly. “I resent that cruel remark! It just so happens that I have the perfect plan for Espagne to win back his love. One that is sure not to fail!”
Spain looked at him hopefully.
“Really? Do you think it would work for Austria too? He’s still having problems with Hungary…”
“I did NOT give you permission to speak about that!” Austria burst out, mortified.
France gave him an amused smirk as the other man flushed a deep red. He shook his head at Spain.
“Aw, but L'Autriche has no need of my help, mon ami. With his charming looks and elegant piano playing, he could easily win any woman’s affections! Especially Mademoiselle Hongrie’s.” He turned back to Austria. “All it would take would be a song from your heart.”
Austria cleared his throat and looked away to hide his embarrassment. A song? Well…it was possible, he supposed. Maybe the Frenchman didn’t always have such horrible ideas after all. Only the majority of the time. Truthfully, the aristocrat could think of no better way to express himself than through the medium he loved most. Still…he was worried. Would it be enough?
“It just so happens that I have the perfect opportunity for you. As you surely know, my party is being held this weekend,” France told them. “If you would be so kind, L'Autriche, I need a skilled pianist such as yourself in order to build the right atmosphere.”
Austria raised an eyebrow.
“You’re hosting a party? May I ask the occasion?”
“Oh, mon ami, you wound me! Well, who would blame you for forgetting such a glorious event such as the day of my birth when you have so many…sensitive issues to deal with at the moment.”
The Austrian just glared at him, and Spain chuckled quietly to himself. He had to admit, he too had also almost forgotten about his blonde friend’s birthday in the midst of recent events, but France hadn’t hesitated to remind him constantly. Spain really needed it sometimes, no matter what else was going on around him.
“Of course, I’m expecting quite a large attendance,” the Frenchman continued. “Tomorrow at the World Summit, I shall extend the invite to other nations. What a grand ball it shall be!”
“Hm,” Austria responded, “I suppose if it’s a birthday request, I could be persuaded to come play for you.”
“Wonderful!” France cried, throwing his arms around the other man, much to the Austrian’s discomfort. “I’m so happy to hear it.”
Spain smiled at them.
“Good thing you didn’t come all the way out here for nothing, then, mi amigo!”
France jumped as he suddenly remembered something.
“T-that’s not why I’m here! I came to ask L'Autriche a question,“ he said, looking back towards the bespectacled man. “Have you, by chance, seen Prussia?”
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Truth Be Told 30/?
(Anonymous) 2010-10-13 11:32 am (UTC)(link)“Help me,” Spain pleaded. “Ita-chan’s idea didn’t work. My idea didn’t work. I need a new plan.”
A slight scoff turned his attention back to Austria.
“You want to ask him for help now too? There’s nothing that France can offer you that will make the situation any better. Actually, there’s a far better chance that it will become worse.”
“Hey!” France protested, indignantly. “I resent that cruel remark! It just so happens that I have the perfect plan for Espagne to win back his love. One that is sure not to fail!”
Spain looked at him hopefully.
“Really? Do you think it would work for Austria too? He’s still having problems with Hungary…”
“I did NOT give you permission to speak about that!” Austria burst out, mortified.
France gave him an amused smirk as the other man flushed a deep red. He shook his head at Spain.
“Aw, but L'Autriche has no need of my help, mon ami. With his charming looks and elegant piano playing, he could easily win any woman’s affections! Especially Mademoiselle Hongrie’s.” He turned back to Austria. “All it would take would be a song from your heart.”
Austria cleared his throat and looked away to hide his embarrassment. A song? Well…it was possible, he supposed. Maybe the Frenchman didn’t always have such horrible ideas after all. Only the majority of the time. Truthfully, the aristocrat could think of no better way to express himself than through the medium he loved most. Still…he was worried. Would it be enough?
“It just so happens that I have the perfect opportunity for you. As you surely know, my party is being held this weekend,” France told them. “If you would be so kind, L'Autriche, I need a skilled pianist such as yourself in order to build the right atmosphere.”
Austria raised an eyebrow.
“You’re hosting a party? May I ask the occasion?”
“Oh, mon ami, you wound me! Well, who would blame you for forgetting such a glorious event such as the day of my birth when you have so many…sensitive issues to deal with at the moment.”
The Austrian just glared at him, and Spain chuckled quietly to himself. He had to admit, he too had also almost forgotten about his blonde friend’s birthday in the midst of recent events, but France hadn’t hesitated to remind him constantly. Spain really needed it sometimes, no matter what else was going on around him.
“Of course, I’m expecting quite a large attendance,” the Frenchman continued. “Tomorrow at the World Summit, I shall extend the invite to other nations. What a grand ball it shall be!”
“Hm,” Austria responded, “I suppose if it’s a birthday request, I could be persuaded to come play for you.”
“Wonderful!” France cried, throwing his arms around the other man, much to the Austrian’s discomfort. “I’m so happy to hear it.”
Spain smiled at them.
“Good thing you didn’t come all the way out here for nothing, then, mi amigo!”
France jumped as he suddenly remembered something.
“T-that’s not why I’m here! I came to ask L'Autriche a question,“ he said, looking back towards the bespectacled man. “Have you, by chance, seen Prussia?”