Ring-ring. Ring-ring. "Hello?" Hungary picked up the phone. "This is the Edelstein house. To whom am I speaking?"
"Hungary! Hey, is Austria by any chance—"
"No, Prussia. Austria is not available, and it would be best if you do not call again."
"Aw, c'mon; don't be like that!"
"Goodbye, Prussia," Hungary placed the phone back on its charger and began to make her way to Austria's study. The sound of a piano began to fill the air. Hungary knocked softly on the wall. "Roderich?" The music stopped. "You received a call."
"I did? From whom?" Austria adjusted his glasses before placing his hand back on the piano, fingers splaying across the keys.
"Prussia. He called and asked if you were available," Hungary's teeth caught on her lower lip.
"H'm. You told him I was not available, I take it?" he looked up at her, violet eyes flashing dangerously.
"Yes. Is that it? Would you like me to tell him anything?" she levelled her gaze.
"If the Blödmanndecides to call again, tell him I am not interested in anything he has to offer," Austria released a breath before resuming his playing, an obvious gesture showing the conversation was through.
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It was 11:26 pm when Austria heard a scraping noise and shuffling.
"Elizabeta?" he called. There was no response. He climbed out of bed and made his way towards the door. He opened it slowly and stepped into the dark corridor.
Only to have the door shut behind him and slammed against it.
"Please, liebe. I'll do anything." The voice sent a shiver through Austria, and he attempted to blindly shove the person away, but his hands were caught and pinned to the door above his head. "Don't do this to yourself, Roddy. Ich weiß , dass du mich willst."
"Gilbert… stop. Whatever we had is gone. Der Gedanke von dir mich abstößt."
"How? Roderick… wie?" Prussia released his hands, and Austria set them back by his sides.
"Es ist die Wahrheit."
"No. Nein! You're lying. No. Tut mir leid. I'm sorry."
"Are you sure of that, Gilbert? I don't think you're sorry. You're not sorry. This… splitting up… has happened how many times?"
"Look… just one more chance. Ich liebe dich."
"Diese Liebe wird nicht zurückgegeben. Now go back home and get some sleep. Goodnight, Mr Beilschmidt," Austria's hand found the doorknob, and he took a step into his room. "I hope when we next see each other, that we may be friends."
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FIN
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Blödmann - buffoon
liebe - love
Ich weiß, dass du mich willst. - I know you want me.
Der Gedanke von dir mich abstößt. - The thought of you repulses me.
wie? - how?
Es ist die Wahrheit. - It's the truth.
Nein! - No!
Tut mir leid. - I'm sorry.
Ich liebe dich. - I love you.
Diese Liebe wird nicht zurückgegeben. - This love is not returned.