Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia or Alice in Wonderland. Never have, never will.
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Roderich looked out the window of the bumpy carriage, rather bored. He absolutely hated these get togethers. Parties just weren't his forte. He would much rather be playing his piano. Or his violin. Or...
"Roderich, I asked you to at least try to neaten up your hair."
His mother's voice snapped him back to reality. "I did. I brushed it down for at least five minutes." His mother sighed. "Then why does it look like you just rolled out of bed?" Roderich returned to looking out the window.
"It's like Father's was. Untamable." Once again, his mother sighed. He faintly wondered if sighing was bad for you, seeing as she had been doing it a lot since his father died.
And that started him on the trail of thought of his father. He was a revolutionary thinker, or he would have been if he hadn't died a few years ago. Everything had changed then. His mother got quieter and stricter, and even he had been affected, becoming more antisocial, and playing his piano more and more. That was where the train of thought ended, and once again his mind drifted off. It had been doing that quite a lot lately. It was rather annoying. He wondered if it had something to do with the odd dreams he had been having.
"I'm sure it doesn't, dear." Hmm. He had apparently voiced his musings. Again, quite annoying. Maybe he was suffering from music withdrawal.
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He must have been thinking for a while, because the carriage suddenly slowed to a stop. They were there. He stepped down from the carriage, and was almost immediately tackled by his almost-friend, Feliciano Vargas.
"Roderich! I just heard the news! When are you gonna-" While Feliciano was talking to him, His brother, Romano, had snuck up behind him and put him in a headlock. "Shut up idiot, the dance is about to start!" Feliciano's smiled only widened, a feat Roderich didn't even know was possible.
He sighed, and walked over to the dance floor. Soon the reason the he hated parties would attack him. And soon enough, it did. Literally. "Roddy!" He winced at the nickname Elizaveta used, the nickname he had only ever excepted when it was coming his father. "Come on, let's dance!"
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One torturous dance later, he had gotten away from his self-proclaimed "girlfriend". He was relaxing under one of the many large trees, when Feliciano reappeared, and seated himself next to him. "So?" Roderich looked over. "So what?" "When ya gonna ask her?" Roderich blinked. "Ask who what?" It was now Feliciano's turn to blink. "You know, propose to Eli-"
He was interrupted by a rustle in the bushes. "Did you hear that?" Feliciano tilted his head. "Hear what?" "It sounded like someone was in the bushes." "I didn't hear anything." Roderich shook his head. He must have imagined it. How odd. Maybe he needed some water, or food, or something. Alas, Elizaveta was prowling by the buffet. "So, what were you saying?" Feliciano looked over again. Maybe Roderich had been thinking longer then he suspected.
"I was asking, when are you going to propose to Elizaveta?" Roderich's stomach dropped, and he was pretty sure his eyes were comically big at this point. "When am I what?"
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Yeeep. Stopping there. Sorry for lack of updates. I have my English final tomorrow. But I will say this: Please, review. For the love of all that is good, I need FEEDBACK. TELL ME WHAT I'M DOING WRONG. (For the record, I have nothing against Austria/Hungary. I just couldn't think of any other fiancée that would work in this context. )