[i][center][h2][color=fff200]Belgium's House[/color][/h2][/center][/i]

Austria was in the back seat of her car, reading over the budget reports as her driver drove her to Belgium's home. She knew how to drive, but she much rather preferred to have a driver as it allowed her to use her time for more important things. She was adding the numbers together when something came into view. A blimp, her niece zepelin to be more precise. The thin line of smoke that were appearing to be coming from the engine end were hint enough for Austria to have an educated guess. 

She landed to have repairs. 

Austria put the documents to the side and readjusted her skirt and blouse that hugged her waist and chest comfly. Her hair this time pulled up to not get in the way with cooking. She didnt await her niece to be with the other female nation... but... Austria was starting to have a few ideas. Ideas that sure would make up for the annoyance she felt when she heard the gossiping stuff about her meeting with England.

The car parked and her driver run out and around to open the door for her and offer her the basket filled with fresh fruits and nuts. She took it and with a joyful smile made her way thougth the more or less trampled garden. The poor flowers, the germanic nation commented and knocked politely on the door and waited.

Once it opened Austria would offer the basket. "Hello Belgium I brought some fresh fruits as a gift, to sweeten the day some more. I would ask you how your day is, but I can see it held some surprises already for you."