((A/N)): Another little SpAus one-shot~ If you guys love this pairing as much as I do, please tell me and I'll write more.
The song mentioned in this story is 'Kiss me' by Sixpence None the Richer.
[Disclaimer]: I do not own the song, Hetalia, or the image.
Roderich huffed indignantly as stood from his piano quickly. Snapping the piano lid shut, he winced at the sharp sound that he'd never meant to make and ran a hand through his flawlessly kempt hair, effectively ruining the perfection. He hummed to himself a song that he'd been working on for years but had never quiet perfected. And it had to be perfect.
He walked through the halls of his large house, feeling the warm presence in there. Moving past the bathroom, he paused and stopped his humming. Still music filled the halls. Roderich frowned, putting his ear to the door of the bathroom.
Coming from inside, was the constant sound of water on shower tiles as the man who shared Roderich's home took a shower. Roderich shook his head, deciding that the music he'd heard was nothing more than the patter of water. But just as he moved away, he heard the soft sound of singing. He pressed his ear against the door once more, straining to hear.
"Kiss me beneath the milky twilight…"
Roderich's eyes widened, listening to the soft voice of the robust Spanish man. His voice was low and full, so warm and kind. Just like his smile. His eyes closed and he focused on his words, hearing the melody in each note.
"Lead me out on the moon lit floor…"
His breath hitched. He, Roderich, a famed composer and musician, had never before heard anything quite as beautiful. It was elating and infuriating all at the same time. Antonio was strong, bold, and compassionate. How was it that he could be so beautiful as well?
"Lift your open hand…
Roderich found himself craving the sound and pressing closer to the door. Steam rolled out from under it, filling him with a different kind of warmth than his love's voice did.
"Strike up the band and make the fireflies dance silver moon sparkling."
His heart fluttered as the man's light accent gave romance to a song that already conjured beautiful idylls. In his mind, Roderich could see the man in the fields and forests he sung of, walking the trails and plotting the points on a map he'd made himself. He could see the smile and feel the thrill of accomplishment Antonio received from exploring. The Spaniard loved to travel and see new things—things never seen before. A whole new world. And Roderich knew that he missed it.
But Antonio would always say that the best part of his travels was the second he arrived home and he saw Roderich again.
This put a small smile on the tight lips of the Austrian as his head bowed forward and he pressed his forehead to the door.
"So kiss me."
Perhaps his song could wait.
"So kiss me."
Roderich's eyes opened, the violet struck with inspiration. He let out a short laugh, joy surging through his veins.
"So kiss me."
This man… He was a constant source of amazement and delight. There was no one that was his equal. Roderich could never love anyone more than him. But his first love would forever be music. It was a part of him. To take that away would be to sever one of his limbs.
He smiled, no longer debating the matter. His loves lived together, hand in hand.
"So kiss me."
[Note]: Imagine Person A overhearing Person B singing in the shower and sitting by the door to listen.