Summary- Roderich is trapped in his winter cabin up in the mountains as the storm has blocked the roads. He doesn't know that he will soon be accompanied by an unexpected guest.
A/N- Heidi = Fem!Switzerland.
A/N- Originally, I wanted to keep it short, but then I found I could make this a little bit longer of a story, and have decided to do that. PLEASE REVIEW SO I KNOW HOW TO SATISFY MY READER'S NEEDS! Thanks.
A/N- I know many of you hate OC's, I usually don't, every now and then there is a good one. I however, am satisfied with what I'm going to do with my OC, and hope you don't mind him. He won't play a huge part in the later chapters, but he certainly will in these first three or four.
The wind was numbing and fast, the snow was a wall of moving pieces flying through the air, uncountable, the rifle was chilling even through the gloves, and every footstep was full of effort as the hunter trudged through the deep snow.
This is turning out to be a terrible hunting trip, the hunter thought, looking around for any possible landmark. However, the snow blinded any attempt of finding anything worth helping. I'm lost, it's cold, I can't see- The hunter frowned looking at the gun, pointed it at the ground and then pulled the trigger; nothing- and my rifle won't even fire.
Several exhausting steps later, the hunter saw an evergreen tree that had some shelter underneath its branches. The snow had fallen around it and upon the branches, but had failed in landing many flakes at its base. The hunter slid into the little space and was instantly warmer from the lack of snow on the ground and wind. Well, I suppose this will do for a little while.
The hunter set the rifle safely against the tree and started to gather some twigs to start as small fire. A short time later, and there was a pile of dry needles being struck by sparks from a flint-and-steel. Once they were ignited, the hunter set a teepee of small twigs around the pile, and soon, a small fire was spreading out warmth.
The hunter didn't realize how much of a toll the trudging through the snow had had upon their energy; after dousing out the fire and a small meal of dried meat and bread, the hunter fell asleep in their sleeping bag.
Roderich awoke in his bed, and looked out the adjacent window. "It's still snowing?" He asked aloud, slightly frustrated. Once he readied himself for the new day, he stumbled his way downstairs to the kitchen and started making his morning coffee. "This was supposed to be a short break from my normal life. I was supposed to come up here to my winter cabin only for a few days and relax." He looked out the front window to the snowy forest that surrounded his winter cabin upon the mountain. "But, of course, nature has its own mind and wants to snow so much that the road up here is blocked, and so now I'm stuck."
His coffee was ready and he started to drink it slowly. He walked to the front room. "Thank God I had a piano put in here. I'd go insane otherwise." He sat down and started to play some relaxing tunes for his morning.
The character beneath the tree was slightly snoring. Suddenly, a sound above the wind could be heard, and the hunter reacted sitting up straight. "What is that?" Keen ears pierced through the wind, and the hunter identified it as a piano. "What the hell is a piano doing out here?" The hunter got up, packed up the belongings, and trudged through the deep snow towards the sound.
A silhouette of a large object started to loom through the storm. The hunter took step by tiring step until they realized that it was a cabin. "Oh thank God. Somebody who knows these woods. Hopefully they know how to get around here." The hunter walked around the cabin until the door was found. The hunter knocked harshly several times on the door, and a few faulty keys were heard being struck from the piano. "I must've startled the pianist. Hm."
Roderich started walking to the door that was so brutally hit upon. "Finally, somebody has come to get me out of this confinement." He opened the door to an unfamiliar face.
"Hello sir. Would you be so kind as to house a stranger in your cabin? It would be greatly appreciated as I have been trying to find decent shelter for quite some time."
Roderich stared at the blonde unsure of what to make of him. "Of course, come in. It would be most rude and very ungentlemanly for me not to assist those in need."
"Thank you, sir." The blonde, before walking in, shook off as much snow as he could before entering the newfound shelter. After that, Roderich offered him some coffee and to make himself at home. He politely accepted the coffee, hung his coat, and took off his boots.
As Roderich prepared coffee for his guest, he decided to get to know him. "So what is your name?" The hunter sat upon a couch facing the piano and a large window, and answered that his name was Fisnik. "What brings you out here to the middle of nowhere, Fisnik? There isn't much, especially in this weather."
"I've been hunting. But I became lost and heard your piano through the storm. What is your name? It would be strange if I didn't know my host's name but he knew mine."
"I see. My name is Roderich Edelstein." Roderich took Fisnik his coffee, but Fisnik had a new interest, and a new attitude for his host. He studied Roderich up and down.
"Roderich Edelstein?"
"Yes."
"Why my partner always speaks of you!" Roderich looked at Fisnik, puzzled as to not knowing if he had ever seen him before through an acquaintance, but found no familiarity. "I lost her out in the storm while we tried to get different angles on some game. We were just about to get it when this storm came instantaneously from nothing and we became lost and untraceable to the other. I'm one of her trusted companions- her favorite hunter, more or less. She takes me hunting with her all the time. Her name is Heidi Zwingli, Switzerland. Which would make you Austria, no?"
Roderich smiled politely at his guest. "A beautiful deduction, my friend. I am Austria, but please, call me Roderich."
Fisnik, proud of his accomplishment, beamed a radiant smile. "Very well. Roderich. Thank you for the coffee, it is very delicious."
"Of course." Roderich turned to the piano frowning. So, I'm not getting out of here am I? Oh well, at least I have a companion to make this more bearable. "Would you like some music with your coffee? I don't mean to sound biased, but I am very professionally talented at the piano and would love to treat my guest to that talent if he so wishes."
"Oh that would be splendid. Heidi did always mention your skills at music."
Roderich grinned to himself remembering her face. She talks about me? Why? Does she feel the same way I do about her? Oh forget it you idiot, you have a guest to be paying attention to. "Do you have a preference to what you would like to hear?"
"Ah, something soft and bluesy, auspicious, and puts you in a muse."
Roderich cocked an eyebrow. "I actually know exactly what you mean. I quite enjoy that feel of music myself. Very well, I hope you enjoy."
"I'm certain I will."
Roderich sat upon his piano and started to gently strike bass-found chords rhythmically, and a freestyle, sweet melody above. A jazz-feeling spread through the room, and Fisnik found himself being soothingly swayed by the rhythm.
Roderich kept an eye on his guest, happy to be pleasing his new companion. As Fisnik drained the coffee, Roderich in turn filled the room with sweet, genuine music. An equivalent exchange, if you will. Fisnik sipped the last of the delicious coffee, savoring it, wishing it would last longer; Roderich, in turn, ended his freestyle song with a strong chord that slowly died away, taking its time to stay around, as Fisnik wished for his coffee.
"Beautiful." Fisnik clapped gently. "That was marvelous Roderich. She was serious in your talent." Roderich blushed slightly, flustered, at a compliment that came from Heidi. "Well, if you don't mind, I would love to use your guest bedroom and rest as I haven't had genuine sleep in quite some time."
"As you wish. The hall next to the stairs, go down that and it is the door last on your left."
Fisnik stood, bowed at his host, set the coffee mug on the counter, and took his belongings down the hall and
into his given room. "Thank you again, Roderich." He said this just before entering.
"You're very welcome. You've been quite the guest." Roderich replied, taking care of his Fisnik's dish
With that, Fisnik entered the room, and shut the door for a good sleep.
A/N- My apologies if this wasn't a good chapter, I'm just using it to set-up the rest of the story. R&R is great :)
A/N- To my FMA fans out there, I hope you "saw what I did there".