This is one of the drabbles I started writing on holidays the beach... but never finished until yesterday, still don't know the reason, because I love this pairing to death.
I wrote it listening to the song With you, by Jessica Simpson, and yes, it has some of its lines. Actually two. I think I need to write more about these... specially now ^^
Characters belong to Himaruya and he won't tell me where he keeps Austria ;_;
Also, my native language isn't English, so please put up with my mistakes.
Thanks for reading~
With You.
Roderich Edelstein. There he is. His only name sounds like music to my ears. It's the only thing I need to hear to smile and see everything in a different light.
I can't imagine how you fell in love with me. How on Earth did you set your beautiful eyes on me. Why? I was just a tomboy. I loved to kick you. You, crybaby. You, little prissy. You… you… heh...
Why? I just can't stop wondering. Was it because of our alliance? It was just a compromise… It didn't have to last until today. You could have just left me alone and gone on with your life. Left me wondering what did I do wrong. Wondering why… if you ever really loved me at all… If you ever loved me like I love you.
Ah, sorry… This makes no sense at all, Austria-san.
Austria-san, do you love me?
Sometimes I'm so insecure. My heart makes me wonder... it quivers, because I know most of the time I'm not… a lady. And I know what you're just going to say. You are a lady. I am your lady. And I don't want to change. I'm happy the way I am. Because…
I know you love me this way. I can say whatever I want, do anything I feel like doing, wear old clothes, or the finest, be a princess today and a beggar tomorrow... Clean the house and make you dinner and stay in bed all day wearing just a t-shirt. Get my nails done and bite them a second alter… And I know you'll still be there, arms open, smiling, catching me before I hit the grownd. I never felt so beautiful... never felt this way. Because you... you make me be myself.
It just feels right to be with you.
