|| Summer || July 7, 1870s ||

Austria Hungary was sitting under the sky; The sky was a baby blue clear and the bright sun raised to the mid day position, the cold breeze from the updraft of the mountain he laid. He looks through the branches, green leaves bright and lush on the large oak tree. Growing from even before Austria-Hungary was born being a gift from a fellow country as a show of there growing alliance and the future friendship

Austria-Hungary sits up and grabs the book he had laid beside him opening it to where the bookmark left off, he starts to read laying his back against the trunk of the tree feeling the warmth of the suns rays hit against his skin a change from the cold breeze.

“I wonder when they will get here” Austria-Hungary thought to himself since he is waiting for you to come, you both visit the tree on Wednesday’s