So this whole Hipster AU came from listening too much Chet Faker. Seriously, listen to those while reading this, it gives you the atmosphere :)

Drunk and Hipster Austria, only little drunk Switzerland and a really tired Hungary. Not real romance or anything, the only thing I find lovable in this the hipster atmosphere :) Hope you like it, sorry for the ending, I just... I'm just as tired as Hungary and have no idea if should continues, and if so, how.
Sorry if you find them a little bit out of character, but I'm grateful if you like them anyway. So please review :)
And also sorry for bad grammar, still learning English :)


No one would have ever thought that of all people Roderich is that type to sing love songs under his beloved girl's window in the middle of Autumn and drizzling night. Bonus, he was actually drunk. All right maybe that wasn't so surprising, but Elisabeth was taken back by the situation anyway.

First she couldn't find out what was so strange about that night, but then she heard some really drunk guys laughing and mumbling then a little bit shouting to someone just as drunk as themselves, and it was just past eleven... Who on earth would be outside in this sleepy weather and late time? Especially in this part of the city.
Roderich on the other hand was more than happy and laughed loudly when Bash slipped and almost fell over the wet leaves, singing louder than the others were used to, his voice still sleepy - Hipsters please - but more living, full of passion and energy. Paradox isn't it?
"Bro... You sure she will come out eventually, or you just hope to be so?" Bash asked half coughing half mumbling.
"She will. It is her name day or what she calls it... So she will be more than happy to get her gift from me."
"You mean us."
". . . Wait a minute.. You never told me, you loved her as well." Roderich's smile faded and real confusion could be seen in his bleary eyes.
"Gosh, men, like I would steal your girl. I'm not Francis, he would do it without regrets."
"Good, I was just making sure." the violet eyes lightened up again as he started a new song, nodding to his friend to join in with the keyboard.
Elisabeth was standing right behind her opened window's curtain, hesitating what to do. They are drunk. Clearly that wasn't a really good point to them. If she lets them in, God knows what will happen by the time the sun comes up.
But their voice, music and the intention was sweet, and melting her heart. But she was tired and wanted to have a peaceful night, sleep enough at least and hadn't planned to dance or deal with the guys. No misunderstanding, she loved them, they were great friends and funny to be with but even she needed her beauty sleep once in a while.
"You know we can always just knock on the door and ask her to let us in." offered one solution Bash, when another 5 minutes went away and they were still standing in front of her window's in her back garden.
"That's just not funny, man. She will come out eventually."
"So you didn't even want to go inside the warm house?" Bash raised one of his eyebrows.
"Why should we? It's a perfect evening to dance in the moonlight."
"Dude, it's almost quarter to midnight, and it's raining. If you don't, I will call her out."
"It will kill the mood!" protested Roderich. Bash gave him a serious look.
"Roderich, if you want to confess to her just now, I will be the first to slap you in your pretty face. Not because I don't like the idea of you two getting together, nor because I have unspoken feelings towards any of you. But not today, dude, not today."
"I'm not sure why did you said those two, but I still don't get your point. It's perfect!"

"Oh, man, come on. You're drunk. I'm drunk. We've just slipped inside her garden singing in hope that she comes out and let us in, so we don't have to take a taxi and pay for everything. Maybe it's her nameday, and maybe you're madly in love with her, but she's probably tired from the whole week, and wanted to get some rest. So even if she comes out and let us in, don't tell her anything about your drunken feelings. Got it?"
"You sure know how to think about money all the time, don't you?" Roderich gave him a sheepish smile, then let out a laugh. "But I think I got it. Shouldn't do things I will regret tomorrow. Roger captain." He saluted lazily.
"You better do." Bash was now really tired of this all. But Roderich started a new song, so he helped him, as he would always do.
When they finished a darker shadow moved next to Bash.
"That was new, guys, never heard before."
"Lizzie! You came out!" exclaimed Roderich happily throwing his arms around the softly smiling women, and his best friend thought he's gonna kiss her with that dynamism he had within that move. But he didn't.
"Yeah, I couldn't really imagine what was this all about though. But you seem just as tired as me. Wanna come in?"
"That would be great." Bash said and headed inside the beautiful and lovely house of the women. It was greatly designed, warm colors, furnitured with excellent taste. He always enjoyed staying in Elisabeth's place. Even when she was a little... out of her character.
"So what brought you here, at this dark hour of the day?" the so said woman asked as she sat down to her couch. Roderich automatically next to her, Bash in one of the armchair facing them.
"Ask him, it was his idea" the blonde sent her a tired smile, as an apology for what's next.
"I just wanted to give you an unique present for your names day." Roderich couldn't take his eyes from her silhouette. She was smiling, but seemed like she was sleeping. It always amazed him, how she could be so tired all the time. The only time she wasn't half sleeping, she would run up and down in the room, tearing out her hair, screaming and shouting at everyone. But even then she would be lovely. Maybe a little bit even more. Who knows why...
"And what would that unique present be?"
"You didn't hear any of those songs?" He looked shocked.
"Maybe... Maybe I did. So those were written just for this day?"
"Could say." joined in Bash, because he was afraid, his friend wouldn't be able to keep his word. "Did you like it?"
"They are truly lovely ones. You should put it in the new album."
"Noo! These are yours, yours only, not made for some sh*tty album!"

Here it comes. The topic both the brunette and the blonde tried to avoid, but a drunken dark haired figure just had to. And of course he would continue.

"You know, I thought them just like I sang them. These are my thought about you, I won't sell them to some idiot bunch of teenagers who claim themselves hipsters and so much different. And I won't change my mind."
"That's... sweet." her eyes were so tired... She wasn't even there when she spoke. Bash looked at Elisabeth and chuckled. Those three words shut Roderich up, like nothing, and he was staring at her. If one looked long enough at him, one could see every thought rushing through his mind. But both Bash and Elisabeth was too tired or drunk to actually care about these little details.
"So who wrote the lyrics and who wrote the music?" Elisabeth asked from the blond across her.
"You already know the answer." the man smiled back to her.
"If he did everything, why are you here?"
"Isn't it obvious? He needed help, so I helped him out."
"But he's pretty good at singing and playing music at the same time. And it was just the keyboards and his voice..."
"Ouch, you're pretty smart. I'm busted." he laughed. "What do you think is the reason I'm here?"
Instead of answering him, she looked at the man next to her, and let out a sigh. Roderich seemed as if he was enchanted by something, didn't moved for a long time, just stared at Elisabeth.
The women turned her head once more, looking out the window.
"And I hoped for a long good sleep" She smiled.
"So we are not really welcomed here."
"I didn't say that. Only I had different plans." she chuckled, and Bash felt something.
"So can we borrow your stuff for this night?"
"Sure thing, bro." she smiled with those tired eyes.
"Rod, come on, we need to take a shower, you're basically sunk. We can use the shower too, right?"
"Yeah..." she stood up from the couch lazily "I will get you some clothes to change into."
"You keep men clothes in your house? I wouldn't have thought that." Bash smirked.
"Those are not mine. They belong to my brother. You know where the shower is, right?"
"Yes, thank you. Come on buddy, let's move."