A/N: I'm sorry for not updating any of my stories for so long. I've been really busy with riding, cosplay, and school work. I will be updating "Boy From Heaven" ASAP. Let's stop my rambling and get on with the story!
DISCLAIMER: Austria would be with Prussia if I owned Hetalia: Axis Powers.
Roderich sat out in the garden (in his wheelchair) staring at his horses just thinking. It had been a week since Ludwig's visit. A week since he learned that there was a chance he could ride again. He sighed and rolled his wheelchair closer to the paddock fence.
The personified country clicked his tongue and one of his horses trotted over to him. It happened to be his favorite out of all of the horses in his herd. The horse was a beautiful pure white stallion. Roderich had chosen to keep the horse's mane long, instead of cutting it short like the rest of his horses. Prussia, or Gilbert Bielshmidt had once told him this particular horse looked like a unicorn because of its immense size, pure white color, long flowing white mane and tail, and graceful build.
Roderich reached over the fence and stroked the creatures nose. "Hello Montero." He whispered. Montero snorted softly into Roderich's hand. The man smiled slightly. It pained Roderich to think that he might have to give away his horses, but the thought of two of them in particular leaving him really touched a nerve. Montero and his brother, Sinatra had been with since they were born. The country had owned the horses mother. Delivering twins had been too much for the poor mare and Roderich had to make the heartbreaking decision to put her to sleep. He then became the twin foals surrogate father and raised them in his own home until they were old enough to be turned out into the pasture. He had bottle fed the two foals around the clock and he had taught them both to stand and walk. He knew nobody would believe this if he told them but both Montero and Sinatra were house trained as if they were dogs!
Sinatra had trotted over next to Montero. He had always been an attention hog and whatever Montero had or did, he wanted to have or do. If you weren't told, you wouldn't even entertain the thought that the two horses were brothers, let alone twins! While Montero was pure white, Sinatra was as black as a crow. The only bit of white on him was a white star in the center of his forehead, but that was usually covered by his long forelock. He had the same long mane and graceful build as his brother, but he was just two hands shorter, at 15.2.
Roderich teared up a bit just thinking about selling his two most beloved horses. 'That's it!' He thought. 'I can't bear to just give up. I'm going to call that number.' He patted each horses neck one last time and made his way back into the house.
He went over to his house phone and pulled out the piece of paper with the phone number out of his coat pocket. He shakily dialed the number and prayed someone would pick up.
Someone did. "Hello? This is the International Para-Equestrian Association. How may I help you?" The woman's voice rang clearly over the line.
"Yes, Hello." Roderich began. "I vould like to know how to get involved in Para-Equestrian. My friend vas zhe one who originally told me about it. He gave me your phone number and told me to call you for more information."
"Very well, sir!" The woman responded brightly. "What country do you live in?"
Roderich smirked. "Austria."
"Alright. Are you an Austrian citizen?"
Roderich continued to smirk. "Yes."
"Well Mr…." The woman trailed off.
"Edelstein. Roderich Edelstein." He told the woman.
"Well Mr. Edelstein, according to my records, there is only one Para-Equestrian trainer in Austria that is currently taking students. Would you like me to give you her name?" The woman on the other line told him.
"Yes, please ma'am!" Roderich said.
"Alright sir. Her name is listed as Erin Callaway. Her phone number is 925-348-8432." She told Roderich.
Roderich smiled to himself slightly as he wrote the name and phone number down. "Zhank you. Goodbye."
"Goodbye." The lady responded. Roderich hung up. He grinned to himself and pumped his fist into the air in triumph.
A/N: So how was this one? I hope it was good! I thought it was. You can tell me by pressing the button that starts with an 'R' at the bottom of the page. Don't worry. It doesn't bite! Montero and Sinatra are the names of real horses I know and the name 'Erin Callaway' is inspired by the names of my two riding instructors. I want you all to tell me, should I make this a PrusAus story? My friend says I should.
