HetaliaxReader: choose your own adventure
Gentle string music played while Octavius worked. As he gently re-painted the faded wood, he spoke softly. He knew that in this state, those silly toys wouldn't be able to hear him, but it made the time pass quickly.
"Don't you fret, little thing. Come tonight it will all go back to the way it was."
He lifted the toy soldier up to the light and inspected his work with scrutiny. He decided that for the time being it would have to do.
"I'm sure my granddaughter will help change you all back," he whispered as he glanced back at the pile of dolls he had yet to fix. Sighing, he said, "So much to do before then, though." Just a small smile passed over his usually cheery face.
"I think I'll be late tonight."