Title: Little Actress
Rating: T
Characters: Austria, a certain Austrian archduchess
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia.
It wasn't something Roderich had wanted to do, certainly, but if Maria Theresa said so, then it would have to be done.
Like a genie from those stories in those faraway lands, he mused. Her wish is most certainly my command.
"Herr Edelstein? Isn't the French countryside simply wonderful?" Maria Antonia asked politely, gazing intently at him. Roderich winced at the formality in her tone. His expression was swiftly replaced by one of amiable pleasantness.
"Indeed it is, Archduchess Antonia," he replied, his smile strained. Did she think that he had wanted to accompany her to France? As a nation, to him, the Seven Years' War was still fresh in his mind. He had been enemies with France for hundreds of years, and now he was to hand one of his precious archduchesses over to Louis Auguste. And to a court where noblewomen urinated in the presence of the king, no less. She was so naïve, so impressionable-Roderich worried that the French and her mother would crush her and lead her to her doom. And, unbeknownst to him, that was exactly what would happen. He paused his thoughts when he realised that his frown was deepening.
"My apologies, Archduchess Antonia." Roderich sighed, forcing the corners of his mouth back upwards again. "How is Mops?" He hurriedly changed the topic to one that wuld certainly perk the archduchess up-the subject of her beloved German pug. And, just like he'd predicted, she became much livelier than she had been just mere moments ago, chattering on in that endearing way of hers. Roderich Edelstein couldn't keep the melancholic emotions away as he watched his little actress coo over her pet.
From today on, Maria Antonia will be no more. Enter stage left, Marie Antoinette.
