lonewolfjc11

Summary: Nyotalia Austria, Hungary; historic ================ "Herr Hedervary." Hungary took a deep breath of the delicately floral-scented air as he straightened and turned toward the speaker. Despite the somewhat imperious summons, he smiled. It was a voice to be admired: commanding when need be, gentle in rare moments, and never anything less than, well, musical. That should come as a surprise to no one. Nor did it surprise him that Austria was approaching with a determined step, as though she meant to get her way. It was also amusing. Didn't she always? She was mistress of the house, after all. But, Hungary reminded himself, she was t