Austria Hungary tucked a strand of hair behind his ear, as he was sitting on his chair infront of the piano, light spilling in from the sun casting beautifully over his face, he was blind but used the piano with merely sound, playing out his favorite notes with a small smirk, hair spilling over the side of his face”Hmph.”he would mutter under his breath as his fingers clicked against the notes, though, until he heard a sudden movement from his doors, he stopped with confusion, turning his head towards the door curiously with a raising eyebrow, who dared to interrupt his break”Is anyone there?”he said, voice stinging with annoyance