On the edge of summer

Austria’s thumbs twiddled behind his back as he reconsidered his idea. Sure, he’d called Switzerland already, asking if he could bring Liechtenstein over to give her her (belated) birthday present—something he couldn’t exactly wrap—and Vash had begrudgingly agreed, but he still couldn’t suppress the twinge of doubt.

How long had it been since he had seen her? They hadn’t exactly parted on the greatest of occasions—any of them could attest to that. But, such was often the case in Austria’s house, and he had grown used to it. A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth: yes, he had gotten accustomed to a quiet house, but it didn’t mean he couldn’t miss it sometimes, right? 

The sound of voices made Austria look up, interrupting his thoughts. As he made his way to the door a quick glance out the window told him that Switzerland was not bothering to stick around: he embraced his sister and seemed to tell her something before glaring at the house in general and starting back down the path. The smirk grew for a moment before quickly smoothing into an expression he hoped didn’t seem any harsher than necessary. 

It was, after all, a special day of sorts.  

Austria opened the door and was greeted by a face that hadn’t seen his house in a long, long time.