The cold air outside made Francis Bonnefoy shiver. He wasn't quite used to the atmosphere yet. But, to remind him that he was in the place he needed to be, the soft melody of piano music wrapped around him and kept him warm and courageous as he stood outside his crush's door.
When Roderich Edelstein was finally done playing the piano, Francis rang the doorbell. "Ach! Francis! What are you doing here?" the Austrian yelped when he saw who was at the door. "We have paid you in full, no?"
The Frenchman just chuckled. "That's not what I came for," he smiled.
Roderich's sharp glare softened, and his sparkling violet eyes turned to his extraordinarily neat home.
"Well, why don't you come in," he said, gesturing into the house. "I apologize for the mess."
"Mess?" Francis chuckled again. "Roderich, you must be the only person I know with a house this neat!"
"Yes, well, it'd be neater if I'd known you were coming," Roderich sighed.
As Francis walked in, the warm air of the heated room welcomed him.
"So what exactly are you doing here?" the Austrian asked, brushing a strand of dark brown hair out of his pale face.
Francis felt his face get hot, and it certainly wasn't because of the heat in the room. Nervous, he blurted out the truth. "I...I wanted to see you."
Roderich raised a thin eyebrow. "Why?"
"Because...because..." He couldn't seem to get it out.
"What?" the other man pressed on.
"Because, you are my most favorite person in the whole world mon cherie." Francis sighed in exhaustion. To get those words out had drained him of all energy.
"W-what?" Now Roderich was blushing, his violet eyes wide in shock.
"...I'll leave now, if you want," the Frenchman muttered, grabbing his coat and heading out the door.
But instead, Roderich gripped his arm tightly. "No," he said quietly. "Don't leave."
Francis closed the door and hung up his coat. The Austrian and the Frenchman stood in the foyer without talking, Roderich still holding Francis's arm.
Finally, the Austrian whispered something.
"What?"
"How long have you felt this way?" Roderich repeated, still quiet but loud enough for Francis to hear.
"When I first saw you," Francis smiled. "Your eyes, your hair - you were just so captivating."
"But...mein gott..." The Austrian let go of Francis and shook his head. "I don't know what to say..."
"Then don't say anything." Francis pulled Roderich into a hug and sighed. "Don't say anything..."
When Roderich Edelstein was finally done playing the piano, Francis rang the doorbell. "Ach! Francis! What are you doing here?" the Austrian yelped when he saw who was at the door. "We have paid you in full, no?"
The Frenchman just chuckled. "That's not what I came for," he smiled.
Roderich's sharp glare softened, and his sparkling violet eyes turned to his extraordinarily neat home.
"Well, why don't you come in," he said, gesturing into the house. "I apologize for the mess."
"Mess?" Francis chuckled again. "Roderich, you must be the only person I know with a house this neat!"
"Yes, well, it'd be neater if I'd known you were coming," Roderich sighed.
As Francis walked in, the warm air of the heated room welcomed him.
"So what exactly are you doing here?" the Austrian asked, brushing a strand of dark brown hair out of his pale face.
Francis felt his face get hot, and it certainly wasn't because of the heat in the room. Nervous, he blurted out the truth. "I...I wanted to see you."
Roderich raised a thin eyebrow. "Why?"
"Because...because..." He couldn't seem to get it out.
"What?" the other man pressed on.
"Because, you are my most favorite person in the whole world mon cherie." Francis sighed in exhaustion. To get those words out had drained him of all energy.
"W-what?" Now Roderich was blushing, his violet eyes wide in shock.
"...I'll leave now, if you want," the Frenchman muttered, grabbing his coat and heading out the door.
But instead, Roderich gripped his arm tightly. "No," he said quietly. "Don't leave."
Francis closed the door and hung up his coat. The Austrian and the Frenchman stood in the foyer without talking, Roderich still holding Francis's arm.
Finally, the Austrian whispered something.
"What?"
"How long have you felt this way?" Roderich repeated, still quiet but loud enough for Francis to hear.
"When I first saw you," Francis smiled. "Your eyes, your hair - you were just so captivating."
"But...mein gott..." The Austrian let go of Francis and shook his head. "I don't know what to say..."
"Then don't say anything." Francis pulled Roderich into a hug and sighed. "Don't say anything..."