It had been a rather cold day at Austria's house, which was rather pleasant to get inspired for playing a new song on his beloved piano. He hadn't seen Ludwig for a while, neither Gilbert and Elizaveta was busy cleaning the kitchen.
What to do... He could stay there and have some tea, or take a nap or even read. So he decided to pick this third option and look around for a nice book to read by the fireplace. Browsing around the shelves he found what it looked like an old leather book which he hesitated to open, though he did open it after all.
He stood up all the time, looking perplexed about what he had just found.
"Inadequate..."
Inmediatly he closed it which caused him to cough quite a bit. Those papers he had seen... the pictures his eyes had met after so long... He just walked over to his chair and sat down, slowly falling asleep without notticing and traveling back to the time he had deeply yearned it never ended.
"Vaaaash!"
Subject: Memories in the Wind 
Tue Oct 27, 2009 12:03 am
