A/N: More crack for you! Thank you so much for all the reviews and requests, i'll do my best!
I aslo decided to add a short summary for each chap just in case there is something that offends you so, or profoundly disturbs you. So;
Chopin: AustriaXPoland
Austria and Poland have a meeting but all austria wants to talk about is classical music, all poland wants to do is make out. Light kissing, poland being poland and hungary and her frying pan.
Chopin
Graceful fingers glided over the pristine ivory of the piano keys, effortlessly finding their way to the correct key and gently but deliberately producing a melodious tune. Lavender eyes closed behind polished glasses as all the tension faded away from Austria's face and he lost himself in the music. However his musical reverie was abruptly disrupted by a loud screeching noise that could only be identified as Poland's greeting.
"Hey! Like what's wrong with you? You like totally didn't answer the door ugh!" Poland flipped his blonde hair and dropped into a nearby armchair with his own personal flair. Austria could feel a migraine coming on...
"Poland, I'm a little busy could we perhaps re-arrange this meeting for another time?" his smiling facade hid his desire to throttle the blonde very well, too well in fact that Poland replied unperturbed,
"Like do you have any idea what I had to do to get here? If I go back now my whole day is totally ruined! I was totally gonna go shopping but nooo I had to come see you so I'm like not leaving." Folding his arms he pouted at the brunette who was at a loss as to what he should or could say. Sighing softly he pinched the bridge of his nose.
"Very well then I-" he was interrupted by Poland,
"Hey was that like Chopin you were playing on the piano?" he absentmindedly twirled a lock of blonde hair which was somewhat fascinating to Austria, he spluttered as Poland raised his eyebrow and he realised he had been staring at him quite fixatedly.
"Erm...yes that was Chopin's Nocturne Op. 9 No. 2."
"Um yah I don't know the details but that dude was like polish, I went to one of his concerts, it was a snoozefest! Like seriously."
"You went to one of Chopin's concerts? But he very rarely played in public, that's amazing! I never thought I'd say this but I'm quite envious of you," Austria beamed and took a seat beside the blonde, abandoning the piano bench.
"Um it wasn't like anything special, totally boring" Poland rested his chin on his folded hands and leaned towards Austria, revelling in the attention he was being paid. Austria suddenly leaned back, startled at the proximity of their faces.
"You should consider it quite an honour, Chopin rarely ever performed in public, to be able to behold a performance by such an amazing pianist and composer, its amazing!" His lavender eyes were almost sparkling with excitement as he gushed, almost. Poland regarded him, now leaning in his elbow.
"You really like this dude huh? Like what is so special about him?" Poland should not have asked. Austria launched into, what seemed to be, a pre-planned list of reasons why he loved Chopin. Making graceful movements in the air with his hands as he spoke, he eventually got out of his seat and stood admiring the piano as he spoke of his love for classical music. Poland nodded his head and checked his nails. He thought it would be over soon, everyone around him seemed to love, as he put it 'like totally boring stuff', and felt the need to tell him about it, but Austria was driving him a little bit nuts with the endless babbling about some dead piano dude.
"Like OMG shut up!" Poland screamed at the other nation startling him,
"E-excuse me?" Austria stared wonderstruck.
"You like dragged me out here, then you totally ignored me and didn't answer the door, and you keep talking about some old piano guy and to top it all off I totally think I saw a split end! Like what?" Poland bellowed, displaying his marvellous talent for throwing a tantrum.
"I-I'm extremely sorry, I wasn't...It wasn't my intention...ahem is there any way I could make it up to you?" Austria looked at the other nation cautiously, he was supposed to be forming an alliance with him for the Second Northern War, if he could solve this simply it would be for the best, besides it was Poland, what could he possibly ask for? Something pink or a horse. Nothing big.
"I'm like totally bored, make out with me." Pokerfaced Poland.
"Uh...eh? Wha-what?" Austria's Shocked face.
Repetition of Poland's aforementioned sentence once again uttered in all seriousness.
A spasm suffered by Austria as he grapples with what the other nation proposed.
Once he had calmed down Austria eyed the blonde suspiciously.
"You want me to..."
"Yah like totally make out with me" the blonde studied his nails.
"But...why?" Austria was utterly confused, slightly astounded, sort of interested, a little disturbed and kind of aroused.
"Cos you're like kinda hot plus we're gonna be in some alliance thingy cos of some war thingy, I don't know the details, look you gonna kiss me or what?" he irritably flipped his hair back.
"That's sort of...abrupt...and random..."
"Yeah so?" he raised his eyebrows, defying Austria to find something wrong with what he had said, and for the life of him he couldn't come up with a proper reason to refuse.
So he awkwardly made his way over to the chair and was contemplating on how to handle the situation when Poland suddenly jumped up and pulled Austria to him rapidly, smacking their lips together. Vocalising his muffled surprise, Austria struggled to regain his balance and composure. Uncertain of what he was supposed to do he let his hands fall limp by his sides, until Poland grabbed them and wrapped them around his waist, once again placing his own arms around Austria's neck. Going with the flow of the situation Austria deepened the kiss, gaining an appreciative moan from Poland, the melodious hum sending a tinge down his spine.
They stayed in their embrace for little longer than second but it felt like endless moments, as the entire world around them faded to a distant buzz.
Suddenly a loud screech of horror/anger ripped them apart, twirling around they saw Hungary standing in the doorway with an expression that could strike fear in the best of men.
"Geez, can't you like tell? You're totally interrupting," Poland used his thumb to wipe his bottom lip, and Austria suddenly became aware he was still holding him in his arms. Snatching his arms back and jumping away he shook his head and attempted to explain to Hungary. However Poland had a big mouth, and he didn't know when to shut it.
"What are you wearing! OMG seriously? And you call yourself a girl? I would look way better in that dress, like no wonder Austria prefers me..." Poland pointed at her dress mockingly, needless to say Hungary didn't take this very well.
Out came the frying pan.
And away went Poland.
And that left Austria alone to contemplate what had happened.
ok this took so long it wasn't even funny, and it ended up totally crap anyway and oh good lord i have begun talking like poland...seriously.
Sorry of they seem off, i'm not a huge austria fan so i wasn't exactly sure how to go.
The next chapter will be RomaPan for Rosalie Whorihara (who has an awesome username lol)
