Austria-Hungary [countryhumans]

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Cold wind stirred among the bare branches of the trees. The autumn had taken over their world with its shivering grip of coldness and passing. The melancholic, grey clouds, which covered the whole sky and left no gap for the dull sunlight to break through, cried in lethargy, the small raindrops falling from above leisurely and sleepily. 

Albeit it seemed it was hardly raining, as he drove with his car so fast that the landscape blurred before his eyes- the army of raindrops poured on the front glass as if a storm were rampaging outside. His hands tightened around the wheel, the lamps of the other cars that were rushing from the opposite side of the road- gleamed in his colourful glasses. At one turn, he abruptly stepped on the break and turned the wheel, losing enough force to be able to slide into a parking lot. There, he slowed down and found a place to park a car- close to the huge building but not right at the entrance. 

When the engine stopped, he dropped his hand from the wheel and stared before himself blankly. As the wind blew the car with its chilly breath, just as coldly he pulled down the visor and quickly speared a look into the small mirror. For a short moment, he took down his colourful, big glasses and hurriedly combed his wavy, middleshort hair with his fingers, his golden eyes sharply flashing in the mirror for a second, before he put back on the glasses and slammed up the visor.

He shut the door forcefully when he got out and walked quickly to the entrance of the building.
It was a very old building, but it was magnificent and its windows were covered with fine dust like on the old lexicons of an ancient library.

He stood at the entrance, his hand lingering on the doorknob for a long time, uncertainly, staring at his grey reflection in the window of the door.
For a moment, he thought that this might be the last time he had to come here.

Maybe this would be the last time he came for him...

After all, he entered the warm corridor of the building. The hushed voices of the teachers could be hear from the classrooms, the loud chatter of the children, but there was nobody in the halways at the moment.

As he walked, he adored the walls of the corridors that were decorated with colorful mosaics, depicting various figures - some of them were angels with wings, others were pictures of landscapes and the starry sky.

When he reached the very end of the long corridor, a high staircase led to the upper level - to the offices, with just as colourful mozaics on it...

He stopped at the foot of the stairs for a moment and adjusted his elegant beige coat with a sudden movement of his hand. He hesitated again, finding all kinds of excuses to pass the time. It also occurred to him, as he unconsciously grabbed the car keys, that he might go home and argue with the excuse that he was unfortunately unable to appear as an important aristocrat. However, he quickly put the key in his pocket and scolded himself softly. How could he do such a thing, to leave...

"Dad...?" A boy's voice hit his ear.

As he turned around- he saw a short, thin boy wearing a red-white-red flag and a big, thick, round glasses.

"Austria?" He asked, confused, although relieved. "Why aren't you in class..?"

"H-well... I don't feel well... But I will be okay I guess..." he stammered and shyly looked up at the high country, startled.

"Oh no, then wait a little, and you can come home with me... or with us..." added AH the last part quietly.

Austria wringed his hands nervously but finally gathered enough courage to speak.
"You are here because of Hungary... right?" He asked, his voice stumbling in the words. "J-just because I tried to pull him back, but he beat him... a lot. I'm sorry! I tried to talk to him but..."