Well, Hazel-Beka and I were discussing the pairing England/Austria because we tend to pair them with several characters. So I said that I would write something with the two of them. It took a couple of days to think of something, but I got this scene stuck in my head, so I wrote it out, and here it is!
Everyone filed out of the conference room, stretching and yawning and groaning from sitting down for so long.
Arthur stayed behind, watching vigilantly as the others, irrelevant to him at the moment, left one by two. He needed to do something, and everything his bright green eyes focused on was superfluous.
Where was he?
Ludwig left next, followed by a babbling Feliciano, who clung to his arm with a wide smile. Kiku followed monotonously behind them, dark brown eyes as calm as ever.
Then Arthur spotted him.
His dark brown hair was swept away from his forehead, his violet eyes composed and sophisticated, as was his stride. His purple coat and black pants covered his thin, slender frame; his long, deft fingers hidden in his pockets.
"Wait."
He paused, his usual small frown deepening just a fraction. He didn't turn, he didn't need to, he knew who was calling him. Impersonating a statue, he waited, and ignored the strange looks he got as the last of the others passed him.
They were alone.
They stood there for a moment, Arthur looking at him, he looking at not much of anything, waiting.
Arthur strode forward, crossing the room to stand in front of him.
"Roderich."
Said man turned slowly, an unreadable frown still etched onto his soft, pale features. "Arthur."
They stared at each other.
And stared.
And stared.
Their expressions held no sentiment, but their eyes swarmed with a plethora of emotions.
Arthur moved his hand from his side and traced Roderich's cheek and jaw with his fingers.
He kissed him.
"I'm sorry."
Roderich gazed at Arthur, not reciprocating but not pulling away either, his violet eyes filled to the brim with emotion.
Arthur lingered there for a moment, then pulled away and left without another word. He had done what he had needed to do, and he had meant it, and now all that was left was to go home.
Roderich closed his eyes. He sighed quietly.
"Ich verzeihe dir."
Ich verzeihe dir - I forgive you
At least, I think that's what it means. Online translators can only be so helpful. If anyone reading this knows German, please feel free to correct me if it's wrong. XD