Don't Leave Me Alone, Austria

by HetalianLover

PruAus. He loved him with everything he was. He was the only one who understood him. He stopped the tears, and the sadness. Comforting him with his piano or his viola. How could be betray him like that? Especially with... No, he could not move on. Ever. His heart belonged to one Roderich Edelstein. ((I AM DETERMINED TO FINISH THIS STORY LOVES READ ON.)) Future yaoi.

1. My Story, Prussia

Don't Leave Me Alone, Austria.

Roderich Edelstein. My absolute favorite name to ever exist. The one to try and understand my pain and anguish. His beautiful violet eyes, his mannered tone, and his amazing auburn hair. Everything about him, completely perfect. Yet, I tried to bring him down. Every day of my life, always putting myself above others. I always referred to myself as awesome. I could be at times, but otherwise I was just a jerk. I guess, the awesome thing comes with fear of being myself. Only Austria knew the true me.

I mean, he did see me cry. There's no way that he wouldn't remember. That night, when he came home with my little brother.

It all started when we were in high school. The house was shared between a few guys, like a dormitory. Considering we were part of a pristine private school, we had to stay here. Although, I would prefer to be home in Germany. Back where everything was normal, and mother and father could try and comfort me, and everything seemed ok. I would be happy with that lifestyle. Even if it meant that I would have to deal with my pain on the side.

Then, we moved. Here to Japan. Young men from all around the globe were selected to come here. A private school for the "gifted" as they called it. Those men who could keep up with their studies, and make it somewhere in education.

I was only selected, because I had nothing else but studies in life. That was all a person could do when you had no friends. Of course, then Ludwig got accepted for being my younger brother. They couldn't have the family split, so he was moved along with me. Our mother and father staying behind, rarely visiting. But, when they did, they never came to see me. Only for my brother.

That's when I met him. He sat beside me in my history class. We shared a textbook the first week or so. He greeted me, and had smiled. "Hello there. I see you must be new. Just do what I do, and you should be fine. My name is Roderich Edelstein." A hand outstretched to me. He awaiting a greeting? From me?

I turned my head back, to see who he was talking to. There was no one behind me. I was confused for a moment. Then he let out a soft chuckle, "I was talking to you." His voice was smooth, and calm. Like a wave on a nice day. It all was natural to him. Then, he was stuck to my mind.

The first act of kindness was him. The first form of love in my body belonged to him. I wanted him to be mine. But, who knew that once I got it, it would be so heart wrenching.