Austria Wants Some Chocolate

Austria Wants Some Chocolate

Austria was playing his piano when he had a sudden urge. He wanted to eat Switzerland's chocolate. Ever since Switzerland began to distance himself from Austria, Austria never ate Switzerland's chocolate. Austria loved Switzerland's chocolate and remembered eating and enjoying it when he was younger.

When he was walking to Switzerland's house, all Austria could think of was Switzerland's yummy chocolate. Nothing could keep his mind off it! Not even the thought of Hungary's cotton candy or Prussia's own chocolate helped him.

BANG!

He wasn't even ten feet from the front door when Switzerland decided to shoot at him with a rifle.

"Austria, just what are you doing here?" asked Switzerland.

Austria noticed that a bar of chocolate stuck out from Switzerland's pocket. Austria's mouth watered as he stared at it. He yearned to take the chocolate bar, tear off the wrapper, and eat it all for himself.

"I want some of your chocolate," said Austria.

"You've already had some! Now go away."

"Please, Switzerland! You make the best chocolate I've ever tasted! Please just let me have a piece!"

"No! Eat your own chocolate! Or you can have some of Italy's. I hear his is good."

"But it's not the same…Remember when we were little and we used to give each other chocolate all the time? And remember when we used to share it together?"

Switzerland blushed. "Austria, that was a long time ago!"

"I can't keep my mind off it. If it helps, I can give you some of mine in return." Austria reached into his back pocket and pulled out a chocolate bar.

"Oh, all right, fine. Come in."

They ate each other's chocolate for a long time in Switzerland's bedroom.

Then, Liechtenstein came in.

"Brother, what are you and Mister Austria doing?" she asked.

"We're having chocolate," said Switzerland, wiping some off his cheek.

"Can I have some?"

"Sure," said Switzerland and gave her some.