Poland folded his arms, not bold enough to respond, especially after he could have sworn he heard a tiny, suppressed squeal from Hungary. “Well... what do you want to do now. I’d hate to be the act that follows that.”
“Happy hour?” Hungary piped in sweetly.
“Liza, I can’t move.”
“I know, I know, I’m just joking.” She picked up the TV remote and turned it on, vaguely bored to do nothing after so much excitement.
Austria’s ears perked up. He knew Strauss’ music anywhere.
It was a documentary about the Lipizzaner.
The room fell silent in shock.
“....Turn it OFF!!” Austria yelped, mortified, and Hungary complied, giving him a comforting peck on the cheek as Poland struggled not to lose himself laughing.
“Wanna just change movie night to today this month instead of next week?” Poland sighed, wiping a tear from the corner of his eye.
Hungary sat upright, eager. “Or we could have two this time!”
“I am not watching Impromptu again,” Austria whined.
“Fine, fine!” Hungary got up. “I’ll find something. And make popcorn.”
“Pick Sound of Music,” Poland called teasingly.
“Don’t you dare...”
“Boys, please.”
As she trotted into the next room, Poland faced Austria, cautiously giving a knowing grin.
“You’ve been letting her beat the crap out of you for a thousand years now, haven’t you?”
The smuggest of smiles crept ever so slowly across Austria’s lips, and he looked back at Poland cockily before stretching again, sinking into the cushions, content.
Music wherever she goes [final]
“Happy hour?” Hungary piped in sweetly.
“Liza, I can’t move.”
“I know, I know, I’m just joking.” She picked up the TV remote and turned it on, vaguely bored to do nothing after so much excitement.
Austria’s ears perked up. He knew Strauss’ music anywhere.
It was a documentary about the Lipizzaner.
The room fell silent in shock.
“....Turn it OFF!!” Austria yelped, mortified, and Hungary complied, giving him a comforting peck on the cheek as Poland struggled not to lose himself laughing.
“Wanna just change movie night to today this month instead of next week?” Poland sighed, wiping a tear from the corner of his eye.
Hungary sat upright, eager. “Or we could have two this time!”
“I am not watching Impromptu again,” Austria whined.
“Fine, fine!” Hungary got up. “I’ll find something. And make popcorn.”
“Pick Sound of Music,” Poland called teasingly.
“Don’t you dare...”
“Boys, please.”
As she trotted into the next room, Poland faced Austria, cautiously giving a knowing grin.
“You’ve been letting her beat the crap out of you for a thousand years now, haven’t you?”
The smuggest of smiles crept ever so slowly across Austria’s lips, and he looked back at Poland cockily before stretching again, sinking into the cushions, content.
“Quite right, yes.”
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