Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia
I won't leave you
Little Italia sat quietly on the stool behind his guardian, as Austria played a beautiful melody. He had been frowning in concentration for hours, gracing the ivory keys and being entranced in the world of music – his favourite place to be. Italia loved listening to the Austrian's music, as it could make a man forget his surroundings with the correct combination of notes.
But Italia wasn't the only one listening.
A man dressed in blue with startling red eyes and white hair was also letting the sounds reach his ears, sighing as he imagined the perfect aristocrat who created them.
Life had been hard since the Holy Roman Empire fell, but somehow, they were all able to bear it with Austria's music, Prussia's jokes and Italia's general good-will – not to mention the amount of help Hungary had been. Gilbert had never really favoured her, but he didn't entirely dislike her, because she helped Roddy to continue when Prussia didn't have the right words. She looked after Italia when both Prussia and Austria were just too distant, remembering the days when all of them were together, smiling, laughing, cracking jokes.
The Prussian leaned back against the wall outside the door to the piano room, lost in the memories of life before he fell. He should've been there. Prussia should have been able to save his baby Bruder that day. Tears that formed in his eyes threatened to escape, and he blinked furiously to get rid of them. He'd spent enough time moping around, not being anything but a pain to the rest of the household. He was a coward. An annoying, unawesome coward. Prussia covered his face with his gloved hand as he put himself down even more.
A hand touched his shoulder, and Prussia lowered his hand, looking up to see Roderich there. Gilbert was about to ask how he could still hear the piano playing, when he realised Roddy must've let Italia play for a while. Neither of them said anything, but slowly, Austria pulled the other man into a tight hug, embracing him with the care and need and love that only Roderich could give him. Prussia buried his face in the aristocrat's shirt, showing a rare moment of weakness in front of his lover.
"It wasn't your fault, Gil. You cannot keep blaming yourself…" Austria whispered gently, his words portraying the worry he had felt for the Prussian since that day, and the love he had felt towards him for centuries. His gentle words were all it took for Gilbert to shed his tears, crying into Austria's shirt and gripping him tightly, afraid to let go. Austria stroked his unique, white hair, silently comforting him as they sank to the floor.
"…Don't leave me, Roderich…" The Prussian begged quietly, for once not using a silly nickname. Austria placed a hand over Prussia's as his eyes were full of so much, concern, guilt, longing.
"I won't, Gilbert. I can't." Austria replied, and scarlet met violet as they looked at each other.
"…Why not?" The Prussian asked, and Roderich smiled.
"Because…Ich leibe dich, Gil…you know that." This made Prussia's eyes water as fresh tears streamed down his face.
"Ich leibe dich auch, Roddy…" Austria caressed his lover's face gently, brushing away the tears, before softly placing his lips on Prussia's. Both fell silent again as they interlocked their fingers; promising to stay by the other's side forever and always.
A/N: I felt sad when writing this…I think I get a little too involved in my writing sometimes. Please review!