A/N Hello again! This is my first AusHun, so I hope you enjoy!
Hetalia? I do not own. not even a little. sorry.
thanks to Busby's Teapot for betaing and to all my fanfiction sistas for the enccouragement! you guys rock!
Here they were again. Hungary had her hands on her hips; she and Austria were arguing about something that had most likely started out as a very trivial matter. Finally Roderich said (quite predictably):
"Allow me to express-"
"No! I will not allow you to express whatever the hell you're feeling through that piano!"
What-?
"Why can't you learn to express your feelings like everyone else?" She stepped forward until she was right in front of him, close enough for him to see the complex fire in her eyes, a shade of green he had never seen anywhere else.
Uh-oh. She had that 'Wait-right-here-while-I-go-get-my-frying-pan' look on her face.
"B-but Beethoven expressed his feelings by-"
"And he lived his entire life alone! Is that what you want? Because if it is, I can-"
"No!"
"Hmm?" She tilted her head to the side and raised an eyebrow, not having expected to be interrupted.
"Don't leave." It was almost a whisper, and he honestly had no idea where that came from. However, it struck him with the realization that she was very important to him; even more so than his music, apparently.
She frowned and reached up to adjust his glasses, glaring at him when his gaze did not move from her eyes, even after she had crossed her arms, frustrated.
"What? You know how much it annoys me when your glasses are crooked!"
He only smiled. Surely this 'expressing feelings without music' thing wasn't too difficult. He took a half a step forward and wrapped his arms around her waist hesitantly.
"Yes, dear." he murmured, smiling. "I know."