You were in Vienna, well dressed. You were here for the first time, wanting to make a good impression on the people here. You were walking through a beautiful, well kept and surprisingly empty garden. There were huge hedges, pretty flowers of all colors, the grass was a lush green, there was fountains, and no people were there. You had just picked a huge white rose, when there was a hand on your shoulder. Stood over you was Austria. He looked down at you, smiling, as he picked a reddish pink colored rose that he also handed to you. When walking into the garden, you had thought it odd of the guards there, but they stood aside and let you in. Now you see why the guards were there. You are in the royal garden. You have no clue why you were let in though, because many have been kicked out for even trying to slip into the garden.

Austria: “Hello Dear. Do you like the roses? I spent years perfecting them. Ah, I see. You are confused on why you were let in here. I saw you walking here, and I quickly radioed my guards to let you in if you wanted. I knew I could trust you not to ruin the garden. You’re very pretty, You know that?”