Mein Liebe

Mein Liebe
                Austria sighed in frustration as he stepped back into his house. It was Prussia’s birthday tomorrow and he’d yet to get him anything. Try as he might, he couldn’t find anything he thought his boyfriend would like. He flopped down on the piano bench he’d made his way to and let his hands fall on the keys in a very un-graceful way. The sound that was produced was utterly horrid and shocked him back to life in a way. He stopped and thought this through for a moment, trying to think of a rational solution to this issue.
                He came up with nothing.
                His hands fell on the piano again and he played in frustration, attempting to calm himself by playing the grand instrument. It cleared his head as he was forced to focus on what he was playing and how it sounded and what he needed to do to make it sound better. He was always striving to be better when it came to these things.
                Right then, an idea came to his head. He stopped mid-measure of the piece he was playing and marveled at the fact this hadn’t occurred to him earlier. He stood immediately and called to Hungary that he was leaving again. She replied with a cheerful confirmation of the fact she heard him and he hurried out the door towards a music shop, an even clearer image of what he was doing beginning to form in his mind.
                The cool air caused him to walk quicker and he arrived to where he wanted to be within a few mere moments. He pulled open the large metal door and smiled as he heard a piano player in the back of the shop singing along as he played. He loved coming here and spending his time wandering about and looking at the various instruments hanging on the walls and in illuminated brightly in display cases.        Today, though, he had something to accomplish.
                 He walked straight towards the back of the store towards the different pieces of sheet music first. He picked out three before finding his way to one of the display cases holding woodwind instruments. He walked up and eyed the gorgeous Venus piccolo he’d been keeping an eye on for some time now, thinking it would be perfect. He had the parts for a couple of common German songs he figured Prussia would know. He got a clerk’s attention and asked to see the Venus. The woman nodded and smiled as she handed it to him carefully. He nodded, returning the smile, and placed the head joint on the body of the instrument and put it to his face and played out a few scales flawlessly. He wasn’t incredible with these types of instruments, but he knew enough to not sound awful while playing one.                             
                He purchased it and the sheet music and wandered for a bit before quickly walking back home. He flung the door open to see none other than Prussia having a rather heated discussion with Hungary, the latter’s frying pan poised to strike. Austria sighed, but couldn’t keep the small smile from appearing on his face at the sight of Prussia.
                “What was it this time, Hungary?” She sighed, clearly not in a good mood,
                “He started shouting some nonsense as soon as he showed up. I’ve been trying to shut him up for the past fifteen minutes!” Prussia turned around and smirked at Austria, who in turn smiled back before speaking.
                “Prussia, no more shouting please. Hungary, you can put the frying pan away now.” Hungary shot Prussia a glare before lowering her arm and stalking into the kitchen.
                Prussia turned and grinned at Austria, slipping his arms around him and pulling him in for a hug.
                “Good evening, mein liebe.” He smiled as he spoke, causing Austria to blush but return the hug and greeting shyly. He then remembered the contents of the bag he was carrying and sighed, deciding there was no pint in waiting another day. He quickly pulled away and produced the music and instrument in its own smaller, more attractive packaging, and handed it to Prussia. He gave Prussia a small, innocent smile and looked down as Prussia pulled out its contents. Austria finally looked up at him to see how he liked it. Prussia beamed down at him.
                “I’ve been wanting to learn an instrument for a while now. Thank you, Roddy.” He pecked Austria on the lips and watched, smiling innocently, as the blush crossed Austria’s face. The smaller, brown-haired man allowed himself to hug Prussia rather closely for a little while, gently inhaling his scent as well. He smiled as he looked back up at him.
                “I’m glad you like it, mein liebe.”