Okay, so this is my first fanfic, so please review so I can muchly improve and become an awesome kick butt writer like youz guyz! :) This story is romance/history, where Austria and Hungary go from being master and servant to husband and wife. D'aaaaww! Also Prussia comes in later for the Austro-Prussian war, so things are about to get AWESOME! But before war comes the fluff...let me know whatcha think!

Real quick, I wanted to do a shout-out to my awesome friend from Dresden who did the German translations for me. :) And also to Mamoru4ever for being an amazing reviewer. You kept me going when I was in doubt! :)

Dear Diary,

Today Austria kissed me.

I had just finished cleaning the ballroom, and I was having a glass of water at the kitchen table. He came in looking exhausted, pinching the bridge of his nose and leaning against the counter. I watched him with pity – the wars were very difficult for him these days. His sharp navy eyes flicked up to meet mine. I immediately looked at the table – whatever was bothering him was none of my business. I could feel his gaze on me, and my cheeks began to burn. Then he sighed and sat down wearily across from me.

"Guten tag, Mister Austria." I said politely, lifting my eyes to see that he was still looking at me with what was an unreadable expression. I blushed again, fidgeting. He had never looked at me for so long before. We would catch each other's eye every now and then – these days more often than before – but he had never really paid that much attention to me.

"I-is there something I can do for you, sir?" I asked, concerned for his health. He did not answer, but after a moment of awkward silence, he reached across the table and tucked my hair behind my ear. I froze, not understanding what he was doing. He had never touched me before, and now his gloved fingers rested gently behind my cheekbone. He leaned in closer, his deep navy eyes sharp and intense behind his glasses. With a gentle nudge, he tilted up my head with the hand that had not left my hair.

"Mister Austria - -"Before I could even register what was happening, he had closed the gap between us and his lips pressed against mine. I tried to gasp and I utterly froze in shock as he held them there for a few seconds, his touch tender and refined, the smell of his cologne wafting around me. Then, as suddenly as it had started, it stopped. He pulled away abruptly, his hand slipping from my hair, and stood up. Without a word, he turned around and left the room, leaving me stunned and confused.

I have not seen him all day after that, and I am thankful. I honestly don't know what to think. Are nations even supposed to fall in love?

Őszintén,

Elizaveta Héderváry

Hungary

Dear Diary,

Ever since the day he kissed me, Austria has never approached me like that again. I know for sure he was not drunk – his breath did not smell of beer. But whatever the reason, he seems to be pretending it never happened. I am wary around him now, and I blush often. Every now and then I get the feeling he is watching me, but when I turn around, he is immersed in his work. Only every now and then will his eyes meet mine for a split second before sharply turning to whatever he was doing. He speaks to me the same as always, except that he looks at me when he asks me to do something. I wish I didn't blush so much.

Today he asked me to clean the piano room. Strangely, he came in a few minutes later and started playing. I quickly picked up my mop to leave, but he stopped me.

"Hungary, didn't I ask you to clean the piano room?"

"Yes, sir, but if you want to play I will be happy to clean elsewhere so you can concentrate."

"The piano room is in desperate need of a cleaning. I have plenty of concentration, thank you."

There was a very loud moment of silence before I said, "Yes sir." and resumed my work. The chords began to ring out again, strong and gentle, bringing a sort of beautiful peace to the mansion. If there was one thing I enjoy about living with Mister Austria, it is his piano playing. His songs are so graceful and relaxing – sometimes I would sit right outside of the piano room and fall asleep to the soothing tunes.

Austria continued to play for a very long time as I cleaned, and eventually I finished. As I picked up my supplies to leave, the music abruptly stopped. I unintentionally looked up at Austria, who did not avert his gaze from me. Again I found myself flustered.

"Is there something wrong with the piano, Mister Austria?" I asked. His eyes feel to the floor. "No." Another awkward silence. "It's just that – I was wondering if you would like to play." I stared at him wide-eyed, unable to believe what I had just heard. Austria never lets anyone touch his piano – it is his most precious possession.

"S-sorry sir?" I asked, thinking I had misunderstood. For the first time, he looked uncomfortable as he shifted nervously on the bench. "I thought that after all this time of living here, that you might like to learn how to play the piano on your own." Since when did he care about me?

"Well – yes, I have always admired your excellent piano playing sir, and it would be very nice to learn myself, but there is no need to waste your time teaching me – "

"I have nothing better to do," He said waving a gloved hand, although I knew it was a lie. Nations always have something better to do. I did not move from where I stood.

"Come! Let us not waste so much time!" He stood up from the piano bench and motioned for me to sit down. After a long moment of trying to discern whether or not he was being serious, or if I was dreaming, I set down my supplies and walked cautiously to the piano. I felt so utterly small and vulnerable next to the great nation I served and his most prized possession. I might have been shaking.

"It's alright. Sit down." Austria's voice was gentle and reassuring – a tone I had never heard from him before. I have him a nervous look and he nodded. Slowly, carefully, I lowered myself onto the bench, feeling as though I was being seated at a throne. The suede cushion gave into my weight, its softness very relaxing and comfortable. I gripped the edge of the bench like a lifeline, as if it might proclaim me unworthy and throw me off.

"You may touch the keys," Behind me, Austria's voice sounded amused. Of course I looked like a fool, afraid of something as trivial as a piano. "A-are you sure?" I asked staring at the glistening rows of perfect black and white as if they were piles of gold. Austria chuckled. "Well you can't exactly learn how to play piano without touching the keys." I smiled slightly at the unexpected humor. Come to think of it, I can't remember having heard him laugh before today.

I flexed my seemingly fragile fingers and hovered them above the keys. Taking a breath, I allowed them to rest on the smooth ivory. I felt as if I had endless power at my fingertips.

"I have never seen someone so fascinated by a piano." I blushed deeply then, not sure if he was making fun of me. "I'm sorry, sir, it's just that – this is such an honor to sit at your piano. I know how much it means to you."

"Na danke. Shall we begin your lessons now?"

"Igen, kérjük- I mean, ja, bitte."

He began by showing me now to read notes on a staff, and where they were on the piano. Then he had me play some simple tunes which only involved one hand. I felt so foolish, plunking out a silly child's song for Austria, but not once did he make fun or criticize me. "Good. Now try to play it without pausing in between." He is a very good teacher. He spent the entire time standing next to me, so he could point and show me how to play. Even though we were closer to each other than I was used to, not once did he touch me.

By the time we were finished, golden light poured into the grand room, throwing a soft glow onto the keys.

"Oh!" I exclaimed, my head jerking up. "I still have to make dinner!" The time had gone by so quickly, I had not realized the sun was setting.

"There's no need to make dinner tonight," Austria said, causing me to look up at him in surprise. "You've been working hard, and I haven't cooked in a long time." He gazed out of a window as he spoke, the sunset glinting on his glasses and dark hair. I caught myself staring, and quickly stuttered, "Vielen Dank, Herr." He turned to me, his eyebrows raised in surprise. "Your German is very good." I felt my cheeks grow hot as held out a gloved hand to help me up. I took it as was custom. Forcing myself not to fluster, I rose from the piano bench and stepped out, letting go of his hand. "Thank you for teaching me."

"Bitte schoen, Miss Hungary." He bowed slightly, and when he rose, his eyes fell on mine. We stood there for a moment in the golden sunlight, not saying anything. Austria has the sharpest, most captivating eyes I have ever seen.

The silence was broken when he bowed again and said hurriedly, "Is jóéjt, Miss Hungary," He then strode by me and out of the room, the tail of his coat flittering behind him.

I never knew he spoke Hungarian.

Őszintén,

Elizaveta Héderváry

Hungary

Dear Diary,

I don't know how, but lately I've actually been in a pleasurable mood. Despite the war and all the trouble, I find myself looking forward to coming home in the evenings. Somehow Hungary manages to be cleaning to foyer or another room very near to the front door when I return. She rarely says anything, only offering assistance when I return looking particularly worn out. There is always a warm, delicious snack waiting for me on the balcony, where I like to sit and rest after a long day of work. Meals have also been better than usual. I must admit I was very surprised when I came to the dining table to find it completely barren of food. Hungary entered the dining hall then, quickly explaining that we would be eating in the smaller breakfast room by the foyer.

"I hope you don't mind, sir, but this large dining hall is very foreboding. I should have asked your permission, but I knew you were very busy. Tomorrow I will prepare dinner in the dining hall, if you like." I raised an eyebrow at her nervousness. There was something…cute about it. I chided myself instantly for thinking such a thing.

We have not eaten in the dining hall since. Although I don't feel as important as I did sitting on the end of the endless, polished oak table, there is something comforting about sharing a meal with Hungary in a small, homey room. We are able to hold conversation over dinner. Lately we have been speaking to each other as friends rather than master and servant. I like it. I feel much less lonely than I did before.

Unfortunately, Hungary's piano lessons have become less frequent due to my heavy work load. Nevertheless, this has not prevented her from constantly practicing, even in my absence. Thanks to her dedication, she is turning out be a skilled pianist. I'm so proud of her interest in music. There is nothing I enjoy more than to watch as she concentrates at the piano, chiding herself for any mistakes. I now know that she absolutely adores my piano playing, and so every now and then I will ask her to sit down while I play. The first time I did this, her emerald eyes lit up the room and she smiled distantly as she swayed to the music. I have never had a more rewarding audience.

This evening after dinner I performed for her, and when I turned around I found her asleep on the chair. I looked at her for a long moment – the way her dress folded neatly around her legs, the slender arm that drooped over the chair. The tilt of her head as she breathed softly, eyelashes still against smooth cheeks. Her silver-brown hair tumbled down her shoulders in a graceful waterfall, the peach colored flower in her hair slightly lop-sided. What was it about her? Why had I not noticed her beauty before?

I rose from the bench and quietly walked over to her. After a moment of consideration, I bent down and scooped her into my arms, her sleeping body limp against me. I carried her out of the piano room and through some corridors to her room. About halfway there, she shifted in my arms and rested her head against my chest. I only paused in the hallway for a brief second before continuing on.

When I reached her chamber, I gently placed her onto the bed. In her sleep she moaned faintly and rolled to the side, facing away from me. I stood at her bedside, once again marveling at her simple beauty.

I think I might even have been smiling – if only a little – as I left and silently closed the door behind me.

Mit freund lichen Grüßen,

Roderich Edelstein

Austria

Yay for pianos! Woot! Haha, I play the piano, and I think that's the only reason I like Austria. -shaaame-

Traslations:

Őszintén/ Mit freund lichen Grüßen - Sincerely

Igen, kérjük/ja, bitte - Yes, please

Vielen Dank, Herr - Thank you very much, sir

Bitte schoen - You're welcome

Is jóéjt - Goodnight

I'm a sucker for foreign languages. Bear with me here.