"Then it is settled, Germany and Italy, we shall begin our plan as soon as possible."
Austria spoke with his allies, Germany and Italy, in a quiet voice as he often glanced at out the window. The late afternoon light shone through the thick windows to the west, filling the room with polychromatic light that could be seen through bits crystal. The small Italian gazed at these pieces of light, smiling, while his German friend listened carefully to each word that Austria said, making sure that his Italian friend would not be hurt by the pact, since he was not listening at all. Austria himself was simply reviewing the agreement, not even paying any attention to himself. This morning he dreaded the meeting, the situation of his country, his body, was causing a great deal of pain for him that no medicine could cure. Only bloodshed, pain, victory or loss could relieve his pain or make it worse.
As their conversation came to an end, Austria felt the stress on his shoulders and the heavy work push down on his body. His neck hurt and he had a raving headache to top it off, but he kept his pain hidden as always. He thought that perhaps the stress could fade away if he did not let it plague his mind.
As they all stood to sign the pact and shake hands to say goodbye, the small Italian suddenly smiled, facing Germany with hope.
"Ludwig! Ludwig! Remember that you told me that after this meeting we could have pasta? Ve?" said Italy tugging on his sleeve, smiling brighter then ever before.
Austria raised an eyebrow when Italy used Germany's real name and looked to the blond for his response.
Germany closed his eyes and sighed quietly, "Yes, Italia I do remember. Just hold on, please," he said gently placing a hand on the Italian's head.
"Okay, Ludwig!" said Italy with a wide grin on his face.
"Italia is very informal with Germany…" thought Austria, watching the two countries with a straight face. He silently wished that he could also be this open with his own lover in front of the other countries. But then he thought of the embarrassment, harassment, and problems that would follow if two nations formed an open relationship, having nothing to do with their countries.
Yet, there was something about these two that did not strike Austria as "normal". No, there was something special about their relationship, and he knew that no one would interfere with this love, not even other nations.
It was not very often that a nation could love another. If leaders found out, wars would start and their love would dissolve. And Austria did not want to be away from his love, neither did Hungary. So they both agreed that the would hide their relationship until the war ended...or until someone found out.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door to his office and Austria responded with a quick "Come in", because he knew well who was about to come in.
And there she was…his absolutely beautiful lover. As she opened the door with her back while carrying a tea tray, a polite smile grew on her face. Her dress and apron were slightly dirtied with dust and dirt, along with a slight smudge on her cheek. Her long and soft hair was tied back with the white cloth that she always wore, and her flower was falling off from its spot behind her ear.
Oh but she was beautiful.
He kept a serious face on as she entered the room and responded,"Ah, Miss Hungary, you have brought tea for our guests. Thank you."
"You are welcome, Mr. Austria," she said with a calm but cheerful tone. She did not dare look into his eyes because she knew that if she did, she would melt into them like she always did.
"His beautiful violet eyes…" said Hungary as she placed the tea on the table.
"Italia and I thank you very much, but we really must be going," said the tall blond German.
"Very well then. Thank you for your time, Italy and Germany," said Austria
Hungary was still in the room at the time at the men had their conversation, silently placing the tea cups and other small jars on the table but as Austria began to speak, she began to concentrate more on his voice than on the task in front of her.
Deep…smooth…rich.
At that moment, her hand clumsily bumped into one of the full cups on the table, making it fall over.
Hungary let out a small squeak, making Austria immediately turn, and quickly tried to clean the mess as the tea spread onto the table.
"I-I-I'm so sorry, Mr. Austria!" she said turning over the fallen dishware.
"Do not worry Miss Hungary. Germany, Italy, please, if you would be so kind as to wait at the front door. I'll just be helping Miss Hungary clean this up." Austria said not wanting to cause anything as he picked up the cups and placing them back on the tray.
"Of course," said Germany taking Italy with him to the front door, politely closing the door behind him.
They both waited until they heard the footsteps fade away to speak.
"R-Rocherich, I-I…" she began as she stood up, hands together, but was stopped as Austria looked up from the table, his violet eyes smiling.
He gave her a smirk and stood up as well. "Elizaveta, I told you not to worry," he said.
"B-But you are not angry?" she asked, curious.
"My love, please tell me…how could I ever be angry with you?" he asked, walking around the table, stepping closer to her.
"How could any man ever be angry at such a beautiful angel?"
Austria wrapped his hands around her slim waist and pressed his forehead against hers. He looked into her green eyes and made sure that he could see every inch of her face, her pink lips and cheeks, soft emerald eyes and lovely hair.
He smiled as he stared at his lover, eyes half closed (partially from fatigue). Then he noticed her falling flower and the smudge on her cheek.
"My, Dear, you certainly have been working hard," Austria said laughing quietly to himself.
Hungary looked back with a look of confusion on her face, and her head tilted to one side. Austria laughed again, bringing his hand to her face, still never breaking eye contact. He rubbed his thumb over the small patch of dirt on his lover's cheek, until it was clean.
Austria smiled at his work then lightly kissed the place on her cheek where the stain once was, just below her cheek bone. In response, Hungary blushed at her lover's show of kindness and gave him a small "thank you". He only smiled back and took the flower that was always in her hair and put it back in its place, behind her ear. And as soon as he did he leaned in to embrace his love and whispered into her ear "You are so beautiful".
Just before letting go of his lover he placed a kiss on her temple, near the flower that he just adjusted and saying, "There you go…"
Hungary gave a small smile and leaned into the embrace, taking a moment to take in his essence. And for the first time, Hungary thought of something that she had tucked into the back of her mind.
She loved him. But she wanted to tell him, not just keep it in her mind.
She wanted to tell him that she loved him, but she wanted to make the first time she said it special. She wanted to make sure that he believed her when he heard her. Hungary knew that she would find the perfect moment to tell him.
But before she come out of her thoughts, Austria leaned out of the embrace and said, "I am going to accompany Germany and Italy back to their homes, I have a small headache and want to take walk to see if eases the pain. But as soon as I come back, I promise to spend time with you, is that alright my dear?"
Hungary wanted to say "no" and tell him to stay here with her but she wanted Austria to get rid of his headache, so instead she said, " Of course, Roderich," and put on a smile.
The two walked out of the room with serious faces as if nothing happened and met the other two European countries at the door.
"If it is alright with the two of you," Austria began, "I will accompany the both of you to your homes."
"Thank you Austria, that is very kind of you," said Germany, his serious face never even flinching.
"Ve! Thank you Austria-san!" said Italy, who never stopped smiling.
Hungary went to the old closet near by and pulled out Austria's favorite coat and walked back to her love, kindly offering it to him.
"I'm sure that it will be cold tonight, so please take care you three!" she said smiling.
All three nodded as a gesture of thanks, and then Austria turned to face Hungary, gently taking the coat that she had offered.
"Thank you, Miss Hungary. We must be going now, it will be late soon," he said with a warm tone. "I shall be back soon."
She only smiled at his words and kept wishing in her mind that he come back safe.
The three men walked out the door, but just before closing the brown door, Austria turned one last time to look at Hungary, his soft violet eyes mesmerized by her beauty.
She smiled warmly again and mouthed the words, "take care" to him as he closed the door.
And then she was alone, waiting for her love to return.
...
Austria walked down the streets of the now quiet town. He had just left off his allies at their homes and was taking a longer route back to his house to try to get rid of his headache.
He often did this when he had much work to do, as it helped him relieve stress.
There was something about the night sky, the empty streets and the cold air that calmed him. He sighed quietly in relief when he felt the pain in his body start to fade away.
On this night, the sky was covered in heavy clouds that threatened to release rain but Austria did not let that worry him, as he had many other things on his mind.
As he passed the streets in solitude, his mind drifted in and out of what was real and what was just in his mind. He thought of the chores that he needed to do, he thought of the paperwork that must be finished, but he decided that he would tuck those things into the back of his mind and think of more cheerful subjects.
The first thing that came to Austria's mind was Hungary.
His lovely girlfriend.
Austria began to think about her beauty, her soft face that would lighten this day, her slim waist that he adored to hold, her thin and smooth arms that wrapped around his neck during the moments they kissed, and her smooth legs that seemed to weaken under his touch.
He smiled as a rection, he did truely love this woman and he has known it a long time.
He remembered their early years together, when she was under the Austrian rule and how she was forced to work for him. He feared her at first because she often beat him up as children, but he realized that she had become a young lady. Sometimes, he even felt guilt that she stopped her boyish nature, but then he thought of how it was still in her. Her tough nature, her strength, and her personality still contained her inner child. And even he enjoyed some playful punches in the arm from time to time.
He thought of the few nights and days they had spent together. The moments that they laughed. The moments they worked. The moments they loved each other.
As he thought of his lover, light rain began to fall over him.
What broke him out of his thoughts was the feeling of a drop of rain drop onto his face and rolled down his cheek. Austria wiped the drop away and looked up at the sky with slight annoyance. As soon as he looked back down, it rained even harder. He sighed in frustration and looked around to see where he was.
"Where am I…?" he asked himself. To be truthful, Austria had no idea were he was.
"I don't recognize this place."
Then Austria decided that he would simply retrace his steps until he knew where he was. He turned around and began to head back to his home.
But he soon realized that it was impossible to see over the rain and the heavy fog that had set in quickly (amazingly, he didn't even remember the fog coming in). Worst of all, his clothes were becoming drenched in the rain that surrounded him; his coat was already soaked through.
Austria began to walk even faster through the streets, shoes slapping against the puddles of rain. The drops falling crashed into his glasses, leaving him almost blindly walking in the streets.
Even when he thought that it could not get any worse, the rain fell even harder and in bigger quantities. Austria cursed softly to himself as he began to run through the rain, vest already soaking wet under his coat.
He realized that Hungary was alone in his house. What kind of man leaves his lady alone? He wanted to make sure that she was alright, that she was still smiling, happy. He needed to be with her. Now.
When he began to run, the cold drops hit his face at fast speeds, each of them stinging at contact. His glasses were covered in water, and every few seconds he would wipe the lens with his just as wet coat.
After a few minutes of running, his breathing became harder and he felt his lungs begin to burn with the cold air.
Suddenly he stopped, to look around, perhaps he would find out where he his. When he didn't see anything that he could recognize, he ran even faster.
Rain hitting his face, blinded by the water, and his hair clinging to his head and face, he ran faster.
Every part of his body was drenched now, the rain ran through his vest and immediately went through his shirt, his pants stuck to his legs as he ran and water slipped in and out of his shoes.
"Where am I?"
...
Austria can't remember how long he ran for, but it felt like an eternity. The rain constantly hitting his face and body, breath heavy and short and his body exhausted.
He stopped again, and looked around for something that he could use to get back home. Then he saw something that could tell him where he was.
He wasn't far away from his own home.
The thought of finally being back home made Austria run faster than ever before, he wanted to be with Hungary more than anything.
Blood ran through his veins, his breath ran out of his lungs and his body ached with pain but he didn't stop running until he was in front of his own home.
Austria took the cold key out of his pocket and unlocked the door, finally leaving him to enter his home. He quickly shut the door behind him and breathed a sigh of relief as he enjoyed the silence and warmth of his home and tried to catch his breath.
"R-Roderich? Is that you?" called out the familiar warm voice.
The small figure peeked out from the door way and walked towards him when she saw that it was her lover.
"Roderich, I was so worried about you when I saw the rain. My, look at you! You're completely drenched!" she said, walking up to him, tucking the wet hair behind his ear.
"Let's go and get you-" she began to say, grabbing him by his wrist, trying to lead him away. But suddenly, he pulled her back firmly and placed her in a tight embrace. His breath still ragged and his clothes dripping with water, he buried his face in her neck and held her tightly. She was taken by surprise at the sudden act but wrapped her arms around his back and rubbed it gently.
She felt the cold water start to seep through to her own clothes, but she didn't care, she wanted to keep him as warm as possible.
After a few minutes of standing in this position, Hungary pulled back and took both of her lover's hands and said gently, "Let's go get you out of those clothes, love."
Austria blushed slightly at the thought of what Hungary had said and followed his lover up the stairs, still holding her hand. The two walked across the hallway of their home then finally reaching Austria's bed room.
Hungary walked in until reaching his bed and turning him to face her, then looking into his eyes.
"I don't want you to get sick, love. Why don't you take a bath to warm up?" she said moving closer to the taller figure. Austria blushed at Hungary's confidence with him and let a timid "yes" escape his lips. But when he recovered form the blush, he looked at his lover to find her mischievously smiling and looking into his eyes with passion.
"Then why don't I help you?" she said pushing Austria back against the wall, taking a hold of the collar of his shirt.
Austria could not comprehend what was happening. His innocent lover was seducing him.
"W-What?" he said, stuttering.
"Well you did promise me that we would spend time together..."
"Roderich…" Hungary purred as she unbuttoned her flustered lover's shirt.
"I-I-I-I…a-ahhh…E-E-Elizaveta…" he said blushing a scarlet color and trying to think of what he should do.
Hungary reached the last button and slowly pushed the collar of the shirt down his silky shoulders, leaving a trail of kisses as the cloth fell.
Austria blushed even harder as he watched her lips stroke against his skin. He held back a rich moan that caught in his mouth, refusing to let Hungary hear him moan. But the woman could feel the tension in her lover's body as she continued tasting his skin and said, "You must be tired from today, Roderich," emphasizing his name. She left his embrace and walked to the sink, where she pulled out a white towel as she walked back to find her lover exactly the same as she left him.
"Take a nice long bath and I'll be waiting when you are done," she said placing the towel in his hands and giving him a kiss on the cheek. Hungary walked out, leaving a stunned Austria leaning against the wall, shirt off.
"Unless you need my help..?" she said leaning against the door way, her eyes shining, and smiling like the Cheshire cat.
Austria opened his mouth to speak but all that came out was broken stutters as he squeezed the towel. Hungary laughed as she watched her lover redden at the suggestion and told him to just relax as she turned to leave.
Austria stood there for a few moments to take in what had happened, but soon he turned to take the shower that he long awaited.
He turned on the water in his bathroom and let it fill the tub. Feeling the steam fill the room, he breathed in fine air and let his body relax. Then, he stripped himself of the rest of his clothes, still blushing at the thought of his lover pushing him against the wall, taking his shirt off.
When the water was warm enough, he placed his glasses on the sink and slipped into the tub until only the top half of his chest was above the water. At the contact of the hot liquid, Austria immediately relaxed and let his body sink deeper into the water. He washed the rest of his body and let his aches and pains fade away.
When he was clean, he almost did not want to step out; he wished he could wash all his stress and troubles away. But then he remembered a certain brunette waiting for him and smiled at her thought.
Austria stood and wrapped a towel around his waist, water still dripping off his body. Then, he grabbed another towel and tried to dry his hair a little before meeting his girlfriend. He tried to style it a little more neatly but it only fell back into its place and his curl always stood back up.
Austria wrapped the towel tighter around his hips, and opened the door into his bed room.
There, he saw his lover lying in his bed, already in her nightgown and under the covers. Hungary smiled when she saw him and asked him if he felt better. He responded with a timid "yes" and redden when she began to study his body.
Wanting to get dressed quickly, he walked over to his closet to look for his clothes.
Where is it? Where is it…?
As Austria looked for his clothes, he felt small hands wrap around his waist and tickle his skin. He stiffed at the contact as his cheeks turned a deep red, while Hungary buried her face in between his shoulder blades.
Small droplets of water rolled off his body and hit her skin wherever it touched him. She smiled into his warm skin and asked an innocent question, "Are you tired, love?"
He fell into the deep embrace, and concentrated every part where she touched him, and on her soft breath on his wet skin. He answered with a small nod and in response she placed a kiss on his shoulder blade and released him. He turned to face her and gave her a kiss on her forehead.
Austria walked back to his bathroom where he dressed in his dark blue boxers and walked back to his own bed. Hungary was back under the covers and gazing at her lover under her half closed eyes. He also slipped under the warm blankets where he felt his aching body finally begin to release tension and gave a sigh of content.
Hungary felt Austria's body warmth across the sheets and wanted nothing more than to hold him in her arms. She moved closer to his slim figure and rested her head on his pillow, now face to face with each other. He looked at her emerald colored eyes, she looked at his violet colored ones, but neither of them dared make the first moved to touch the other.
Then after what seemed like hours just staring at each other, Austria brought his forehead to her's and caressed her cheek with his hand. He whispered little compliments to her lips and everything that he loved about her. Hungary melted into his lovely words that tasted of honey and smiled with every moment that passed.
She curled up and brought her head under his chin, so that her breath tickled his sensitive skin. He rubbed circles into her back and gently wrapped their legs together while she purred his name.
Together, they fell asleep.
He would whisper sweet words, she would smile, they would love each other.
Hope ya liked all the fluff :D Second chapter is coming soon! Poor Austria gets a cold...Please Review!
P.S My next fic is their wedding! Including, the wedding night... *wink, wink*
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