APH: You'd Think He'd Learn...

~Flashback~


Transylvania tapped her foot impatiently as she waited.  What she was waiting for was a mystery.  But Hungary told her to wait while she went to get something to show her.

"Transylvania!" Hungary exclaimed, "Look!"

"Well this certainly explains some things," Transylvania mused as she looked at the 'surprise', "Italy, why don't you go…mop something…"

"Si!" the little country chirped before running off to do what he was told.  How the young boy managed to run in a dress was a mystery.  Transylvania could barely do it and she had to run on a daily basis.

"Holy Roman thinks Italy is a girl," Transylvania deadpanned.

"I know," Hungary replied, "Isn't it cute?"

Transylvania was about to reiterate herself and explain that tricking Holy Roman was bad, but she decided against it, "Never mind."

Transylvania walked away muttering, "Every time I come here it's a domino effect of chaos."

"Then don't come here."

"Face it Austria, you'd be screwed if it weren't for me," Transylvania rolled her wide, aqua colored eyes.

The male didn't reply as he entered the infamous piano room.  He wouldn't dignify that with a response.  Besides, he knew she was just trying to irritate him.

"Oh just admit it Austria," Transylvania teased, "You need me."

Still no response.

"I can't think of anything you've succeeded in by yourself," she continued.

Still nothing, except the sounds of him playing the piano…again.

"And to think of it, only two or three of the composers from Austria can be considered noteworthy."

The piano was silenced.  Transylvania had just crossed a serious line.

"I suggest you shut your mouth," Austria warned.

"Why?  It's not like you're going to stand up for-" she was cut off by a punch to her nose.

Transylvania held her nose and blinked her wide aqua eyes in surprise.  She took her hand away and saw that she was bleeding.  It wasn't gushing blood, but it was enough to be noticeable.

When Austria saw the blood, however, he froze.  If there was one thing that angered Transylvania the most, it was the sight of her own blood.

Transylvania gave Austria a swift left hook in return and he fell back against the piano.  Sheets of music and childish insults flew throughout the air as a fight ensued.

Hungary, Italy, and Holy Roman watched from the doorway as the two fought.  They all knew what the outcome of the fight would be.


~End Flashback~


Transylvania was sitting in the ER with a smug smirk.  Germany sat next to her.  Lastly, Austria sat on the hospital bed, beaten and bruised.  Even though he already knew the answer, Germany asked it anyway.

"What happened?" he asked.

Transylvania smirked as she answered, "I kicked his ass."

Germany rubbed his forehead and muttered something about 'crazy women', 'not having the time for this kind of shit', and 'expecting maturity is just too much'.

"He started it, I just finished it," Transylvania defended.

To this very day, Austria still hasn't quite figured out that starting a fight with somebody that has to deal with Vampires, Werewolves, and Frankenstein Monsters on a daily basis is a bad idea.