Short ficlet. Very short. I wasn't aiming for something long. There's a lack of AustriaxHungary fics so I decided to add one of my own.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Hetalia series and there is no way I own any countries.
You Were Never Happy
The papers had been signed.
The divorce was final, their marriage dissolved.
They were no longer the Austro-Hungarian Empire.
Just Austria and Hungary.
And now he was sitting on his bench along the piano, playing in quiet solitude. Elizaveta had left. Not even a few words spoken after their union had been broken. Of course, what was there to say? They were married due to politics in the first place and it was politics that now torn them apart. Love had nothing to do with it.
...but there was love.
At least he thought there was. Or was he mistaken? He had loved her. Even before they were forced into marriage, even before she was still a servant of his house, and even when everyone, including herself, thought she was a boy though he was far too young to understand such a complicated emotion. His music...he always played for her. Always.
Perhaps his love had always been unrequited. Perhaps she never loved him back. Roderich doubted that she harbored hate for him but love? He was not sure anymore. Maybe she had never been happy. No, she never was. She couldn't be. In their marriage, she could not let loose the wild girl in his refined world. And now, there was nothing stopping her...
"Austria?" a soft voice hung over his music.
The notes died when he turned to his door, a distraught Hungary in the doorway. With another glance, he noticed with uneasy disturbance that she was more than distraught, she was crying.
"Miss Hungary?" came his own shocked voice. "W-What are you doing here? Why are you crying?"
He was answered with a sniffle as the young woman stepped further into his piano room.
"...I...I couldn't leave. I couldn't leave you."
His violet eyes widened and he was up from his bench before walking up to her and enveloping her in his arms. She was surprised at first, body freezing up, then she fell into him, clutching his coat, and burying her face into his chest.
"Then don't leave. Never leave me." Her former husband pleaded, holding her closer to himself. "I thought you wanted to. You were never happy with me. That was what I thought. That's why I thought you left. But you came back..."
Hungary had pulled back, glaring at him through her tears. "You idiot! I was happy! I was so proud, so happy, to be your wife—to be with you!" The anger in her voice ebbed as she looked up to him, her hand coming up to his cheek. "Roderich, I love you."
His hand went over hers, indulging her loving touch, while the other wiped away her tears so that he can see those evergreen eyes he came to adore. For the first time since news of their impending divorce, there was a smile on his face. Austria leaned down to whisper in her ear before taking her lips for a sweet, longing kiss and many kisses after.
"I love you too, Elizaveta."
Although there was no chance of them ever getting married again as long as the Allies were around, the two were very happy with just being together and Hungary made sure that Austria knew that.