A/N: I hate writers block. I've been trying to write a continuation for Angels and Visible but I keep getting stuck. So I've been doing what I usually do to get my inspiration; listening to music. However when I was listening to Billy Talents White Sparrows, this just started to form in my head. Maybe it's better if take a break from one story. But don't worry it's in the works.
Warning: will contain character death and gender bending.
Most people wouldn't have guessed Roderick to be a sentimental man, but as a nation, he carried with him thousands of years of memories. However he preferred to keep them buried deep inside, never letting the emotions of his past interfere with the present. Yet today as he walked down the familiar narrow street, there was no way for him to repress the wave of memories that he had long since put behind him. Or at least he had thought he had.
As he passed the plain building near the end of the road, he couldn't help but stop and stare. It wasn't that the building itself was anything spectacular. It was of a simple brick construction and looked similar to the others around it. However the Austrian was always intrigued by it. No matter what happened, for the past 2 hundred years, there always seemed to have been a restaurant in that exact location. Not that he minded much. He always loved this place.
The décor inside hadn't changed much in about fifty years or so. It was around that time that he had stopped coming here. So many reflections of the past that left a bitter sweet taste on his tongue that not even the finest food could block. Even now as he waited in the table by the window, he could feel that awful taste creep up the back of his throat.
He should have chosen another table. Why did he have to sit by the window? Perhaps because it was familiar, nothing had changed in over fifty years, not even here. Strange how the whole world seemed to be evolving so quickly everywhere else, yet here time seemed to stop.
He closed his eyes and thought about the last time he had been here, in this exact restaurant, in this exact seat so many decades ago. The smell of the meat and potatoes still drifted though from the kitchen and the light streamed in through the window. He remembered how it used to catch in those pure white strands, the way it reflected off that skin so pale and smooth making it glow in an eerily beautiful kind of way.
His eyes snapped open as Roderick straighten up in his chair frowning. Yes, coming here had been a bad idea. It had only brought back things that he didn't want to light. Just as he thought about getting up and leaving, the waitress came back with his meal. He would just have to wait.
The mid-autumn air blew through deserted streets sending the brightly colored leaves to tumble to the ground. Roderick pulled his jacket closer and wrapped his scarf tightly around his neck. With every step he took, his tired legs ached. He released a sigh, thinking of how old he was feeling. He knew that as a country, he didn't age the same way his citizens did, but that didn't stop him from thinking about his sore limbs.
"Aw come on prissy boy. You're not too old to have fun are ya?" The brunette stopped in his tracks and stared a head for a moment before he turned to look around. Even before he checked, he realised that he hadn't actually heard her voice. That would be impossible. He sat down at the bus stop on the corner waiting the next bus and turned to look toward the sky.
"Come on!" She repeated pulling on the sleeve of his coat. The Austrian did his best to ignore her and pulled his arm back towards himself.
"It's not that I'm too old! I just don't think that pneumonia is fun." He replied. His companion looked back at him for a moment before rolling her red tinted eyes. She pushed some damp hair behind her ear revealing a scar on her cheek.
"Wow. How far is that stick up your ass?" He gave her a glare before turning back to face the road again. "Have you ever even tried it?" She asked. He shook his head. "Then how could you say you don't like it if you've never tried." Before he had time to reply, she snatched away his umbrella and started running down the street with it.
"Hey!" He gave chase to the laughing albino. As she tried to turn the corner, he caught up with her and grabbed his umbrella. She snickered at him. However her laughter soon turned into a fit of coughs. "See I told you."
"Oh s-save it- prissy boy!" She managed to say between coughs. Roderick looked at her for a moment before he reached up and unbuttoned his coat and slipped it off his shoulders. He draped it around her causing the woman to turn and stare at him.
"You should really dress for the weather Maria." He said holding his umbrella over her to shelter the albino from the rain.
"Always have to be the gentleman dontcha?" She said before continuing to walk down the street. He walked alongside her, holding his umbrella above her, not caring as the cold rain fell.
"Italy's been acting very odd lately." Austria looked up from the honey colored wood of the table as Monika returned with two steaming cups of coffee. He looked up at the worried expression etched on her features.
"How so?" He asked taking the cup. He added a couple of spoonful's of sugar before stirring. She used to tease all the time about that. "Real men drink coffee black, pansy." He shook away the memory before returning to the blonde before him.
"Just little things." The blonde nation said before sipping her coffee. "At the last meeting, he wouldn't stop staring at me. Then every time I went to ask him about it, he'd run away."
"Italy running away? That doesn't seem like anything new." He replied. Monika smiled slightly before frowning.
"What was odd was that he tried to ask me something at the break, but he kept stuttering. He said something about dinner I think." She stared down into the depths of her cup, her brow furrowed. She looked back up at him with wide blue eyes. "You don't think he was trying to ask me out, do you?" a deep blush crept up her cheeks.
Roderick stared at her for a moment. He knew that Germany had never had any kind of romantic relationship, mainly because she always put her work and training first. He could clearly see the fear and anxiety in her eyes. That same small spark of emotion that he saw every time he asked when he asked Maria if she could ever fall in love.
He gave the gentle smile to the German. "I'm sure he just misses being around his friends. You three used to be so close, but now the only time you're together is at the meetings. You're making too big a deal of it." He said trying his best to be comforting. Monika smiled back.
"Ja. Your right. I'm sure it's nothing." He could tell she wasn't completely convinced, but relived none the less.
A/N: I have more but I think I'm going to break it up into short chapters. Usually I don't like PrussiaxAustria, but for some reason I love it when its fem!Prussia. Yaoi fans please don't kill me but there's no yaoi pairings. All hetero.