"Sleep Is For The Weak"
Basically this will be some smol sleepy cinnamon rolls, because I have writer's block, but I needed to do something. Friendly reminder that I do not own said cinnamon rolls.
{AUSTRIA}
Everything must be set aside for one's art.
Roderich sighed with relief as he finally finished his score, his trembling fingers barely holding the pen steady as he inked in the last few notes. It was done. He'd finished his newest composition.
He dropped the pen, muttering a curse under his breath. He scrabbled for it in a most undignified manner, his bleary eyes watering as he ducked into the dusty space under his desk to retrieve the pen. He hadn't slept in two days. He'd spent the entire time working on his piece. He was not allowing a dropped pen to stop him from finishing the writing of his piece.
Successfully retrieving the pen, he marked the 'Fine' at the end of his piece. There. It was entirely complete now.
He took a step back, mildly light-headed. Now there was only the concern of which of his needs to prioritize – was he tired, or was he hungry?
Oh, yes. That reminded him - Hungary. Elizaveta would be getting rather concerned for his health, seeing as he had just spent two days locked in his study, with no food, no sleep, and little water. She would take care of him, right?
He would have to find her first.
After a moment's struggle, Roderich managed to unlock the door, his vision blurring from exhaustion. The halls of his home seemed a daunting labyrinth. He set off at a slow shuffle, fighting to keep his tired eyes open. Where would Elizaveta be? Where was he? He had always had a terrible sense of direction, but now, even his own house seemed distant and unfamiliar. He had no idea where he was in the house, or which way he ought to go to find Elizaveta.
Humming softly, he began his search, trying a few doors and walking down empty hallways. "Frauchen Elizaveta?" he called, the words sounding odd to his ears. Perhaps that was too familiar of an address? "Herrin Elizaveta, are you here?"
His fruitless searching extended over several minutes, his pitiful calling growing weaker and weaker as his mind and body began to shut down, too tired to keep up the effort.
"Mester Roderich?"
He forced his eyes open again, surprised to find Elizaveta approaching him. "Oh, there you are. I've been looking for you, frauchen."
"…Why would I be in the library, Roderich?"
"…I'm in the library?" He strained to examine his surroundings. "It seems that I am. Oh, dear. I am most terribly lost."
Elizaveta sighed, taking him by the shoulders. "Édesem, are you tired? Hungry?"
He nodded obediently , like a young child faced with a parent.
"Then you are going to come with me, and I will take you to the kitchen. I will make you breakfast. And then you can take a nap."
If it had been anyone else, the patronizing tone underlying those words would have been insulting. However, Roderich was complacent, and he simply took her hand, letting her lead him to the kitchen.
"Thank you for finding me, liebchen."
Elizaveta smiled. "I have no idea what you'd do without me, Roderich, honestly."
"I would surely still be lost." He nearly tripped over the threshold, stumbling. He caught himself, clinging to her shoulder for balance. "Es tut mir schrecklich Leid, ich wollte dich nicht greifen-"
"Hush." She tapped his nose lightly, guiding him into the kitchen. "Just sit down, I'll make you breakfast."
He did as he was told, perching himself on a stool and laying his head on the counter. Elizaveta ruffled his mussed hair fondly, gently running her fingers through the strands of soft brown as she waited for breakfast to cook. The contact was reassuring, and he fell asleep for a few minutes, face-down on the kitchen counter.
"You're very sweet when you're sleepy, Roderich."
He leaned upward into her touch, making a soft noise of discomfort as he pulled himself more upright. He liked it. It was like a cat being petted. As long as she kept her hands in his hair and away from his e-zone, then he was quite happy with the arrangement.
Once food was placed in front of him, he realized just how hungry he was. If it weren't for many years spent practising formal etiquette, then he would have attacked his plate like a starving man. As it was, he was still eating so fast that he nearly choked on every second bite. Elizaveta continued to play with his hair as he practically inhaled his meal. He was awake enough to realize that he was giving himself a stomach-ache by eating so much, so fast, but he was too hungry and too tired to rationalize that that thought, or to care about it.
His stomach now full, warm, and heavy, he was even groggier than before. His eyes kept fluttering shut, his head drooping forward. Elizaveta helped him to his feet, leading him to bed. She lowered him gently, propping him up against his pillows.
"If you aren't going to get changed, then at least let me undo your corset."
"A-alright," he answered,
Roderich tipped his head back, blushing slightly as she unbuttoned his shirt, after removing his cravat and placing it on his dresser. He twisted to the side, letting her access the stays on the back of the corset. Her fingers were light and nimble, and she quickly untied the laces that bound him.
He exhaled slowly, the pressure on his torso relieved. He sank down into his pillows, his eyes already shut, his breath slowing.
Elizaveta draped his blankets over him, stroking the hair back from his forehead. She removed his glasses, folding them and setting them on the nightstand. After making sure that all the lights were out, she retreated quietly from the room.
"Sleep well, kis mester Ausztria."
Translation :
Frauchen – mistress or young lady (Ms. or Miss).
Herrin – mistress or young lady, the feminine version of 'Herr', which means 'mister' (Ms. or Miss).
Mester – master.
Édesem – sweetheart or darling, a term of endearment.
Liebchen – sweetheart or honey, a term of endearment.
Es tut mir schrecklich Leid, ich wollte dich nicht greifen – I am terribly sorry, I did not mean to grab you.
Kis mester Ausztria – Little master Austria.
I speak neither German nor Hungarian. Blame the translator for errors, corrections welcome. ^J^
Reader-senpai!
I have been having difficulty with what I'm supposed to be writing, so I'm writing cutesy trash instead ~
This is very self-indulgent and it's the product of headcanons, so don't expect much from it. I plan to do also Prussia, Switzerland, Norway, Canada, Romano, China, Japan, and Hong Kong – basically, my favourite boys – in no particular order. Like I said, very self-indulgent.
(I was looking at Cleaning Prussia-San artwork, and Austria's artwork, combined with my own headcanons, resulted in this fic – sleepy Austria is just adorable. And the drawings~)
I'll try to get another chapter or two up tomorrow, to make up for missing my past two Saturday night – Sunday morning uploads.
I don't think anyone actually cares, but I try. ^J^ Reviews are hugs for sleepy nations!
~Kouhai