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The soft melodic tones sounded, ringing throughout the halls of the Edelstein manor. Seated on the leather piano chair, Leisel softly played out the musical tune, key after key, rarely-if at all-glancing at the sheets of music in front of her. Sitting beside her on the floor, muzzle resting on Leisel's thigh as she played, was Pascal. The large German Shepherd twitched an ear, remaining silent, tail wagging once or twice. After another moment or so, the piano piece slowly came to a faded end, and Pascal let out a soft bark, tail beginning to wag rapidly.
A faint, almost amused smile tugged at the corner of Leisel's lips, followed by a soft chuckle as she gently scratched in between Pascal's ears and stood up from her seat, adjusting her glasses before briskly checking the time on the clock across the room. ”Come, Pascal.” Her tone was quiet as Leisel turned, whistling softly with catch the dog’s attention. With Pascal eagerly trotting at her side, Leisel walked across the room, glancing out the front window for a moment before opening the door and ushering Pascal outside.
“Stay and guard. Attack zat Prussia if he comes.” Pascal barked softly in response, laying down by the door obediently and gazing out at the front lawn and the partly open gate of the manor. Nodding in approval, Leisel closed the door and hurried down the hall, almost smiling in amusement at the thought of Gilbert actually coming. Naturally, the Austrian had invited just about most of the nations; all except that troublesome pest, of course. However, she knew enough about that Prussian to be aware how much of a party-crasher he could be; coming uninvited was the last thing she wanted to see, but of course, it was unavoidable. As tolerable as Leisel might act toward the other nations, even she wasn’t hospitable enough to invite the Prussian-especially to a formal ball. Although, a party-crasher was naturally expected.
With a sigh, Leisel proceeded to check if everything was set properly; calming music in the dining room, food and drinks set out, Pascal guarding the front entrance, and the scent of roses lingering in most of the manor’s rooms. The only thing missing was the guests, which hopefully would arrive soon.
A faint, almost amused smile tugged at the corner of Leisel's lips, followed by a soft chuckle as she gently scratched in between Pascal's ears and stood up from her seat, adjusting her glasses before briskly checking the time on the clock across the room. ”Come, Pascal.” Her tone was quiet as Leisel turned, whistling softly with catch the dog’s attention. With Pascal eagerly trotting at her side, Leisel walked across the room, glancing out the front window for a moment before opening the door and ushering Pascal outside.
“Stay and guard. Attack zat Prussia if he comes.” Pascal barked softly in response, laying down by the door obediently and gazing out at the front lawn and the partly open gate of the manor. Nodding in approval, Leisel closed the door and hurried down the hall, almost smiling in amusement at the thought of Gilbert actually coming. Naturally, the Austrian had invited just about most of the nations; all except that troublesome pest, of course. However, she knew enough about that Prussian to be aware how much of a party-crasher he could be; coming uninvited was the last thing she wanted to see, but of course, it was unavoidable. As tolerable as Leisel might act toward the other nations, even she wasn’t hospitable enough to invite the Prussian-especially to a formal ball. Although, a party-crasher was naturally expected.
With a sigh, Leisel proceeded to check if everything was set properly; calming music in the dining room, food and drinks set out, Pascal guarding the front entrance, and the scent of roses lingering in most of the manor’s rooms. The only thing missing was the guests, which hopefully would arrive soon.
