A/N: This was added due to reviews on the last one wanting it to be continued. More reviews will be needed if this is to be continued further. This is a short one, more of a drabble really, and all fluff and Austria being a complete and total dork. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia or it's characters.

Months Later

"Get away, you bastard!" A small Italian screeched, walking hastily away from a larger Spaniard.

"But, Lovi~!" The Spanish man protested. Roderich stood looking on once more, waiting for Elizeveta to finish her class so they could walk to their apartment. Brows furrowing, he looked at his watch again and straightened his glasses. He was getting annoyed; her class should have been out five minutes ago. Then, in what seemed like a flash of lightning, the door to her classroom flew open and a flood of students poured out.

"Shut up, you bloody frog!" A small Englishman pushed at a larger man whose arms were around his waist.

"Oh mon cher, I know you don't mean that!" The larger man nuzzled the other's hair with his nose; effectively causing a bright red tint to cover the smaller's face. Roderich refocused himself on picking out Elizeveta, searching through the crowd for the distinct red blouse she had picked out that morning. As the last few people trickled out, the teacher followed, shutting and locking the door. Elizeveta had not come out. His annoyance was turning into worry. She had gone to class today, right? Just as he was about to start off toward the classroom to see if she had been left in there, he felt a hand on his shoulder.

"Roddy, what are you doing?" He turned to find his girlfriend, dressed in the same red shirt, smiling at him as if he were an idiot.

"You got the rooms confused again, didn't you?" Her smile widened as she took his hand and led him toward their apartment. Blushing, he straightened his glasses again.

"No! Of course not! They were just more interesting to watch. I wasn't even waiting for you." He retorted, looking away from her. She stopped abruptly and turned toward him.

"I'm sure. That was my classroom from last semester. That's totally not a coincidence." Chuckling, she kissed his forehead.

"How was I to know that was your classroom from last semester. I didn't know that. I wasn't…" He trailed off, defeated.

"Yes, Roderich. I understand." Smiling, she took the lead again, dragging him off toward their apartment once again.

"You infuriating woman…" Roderich mumbled to himself. She just had to embarrass him, didn't she?