for wild_kuken;
[2pm on a Saturday afternoon. Vienna. A peaceful, surprisingly sunny day, though it's brisk out. Austria's house is quiet, his gardens peaceful...he's asleep, right?
Wrong!
For once, he's getting a little work done. Accounts and suchlike. And as he pores over numbers and mentally scolds his staff for overspending, he sips a tall, toasty cup of coffee and nibbles at leftover Vanillekipferl, gently removing his cat each time it tries to sit on his paperwork. His study is cosy and faint music can be heard from the antique gramophone, over the crackling of the fire.
And not a single interruption yet, nor expected. How lovely.]