Watching Ludwig be raised by Prussia had turned out to be more entertainment than Austria had asked for, though he felt bad for Ludwig. Every day he would go out to the garden and read his book, eating a delicacy or talking with Hungary. She was curious as to what he was doing so much out there, and he left it up to the weather. When it would rain he would sit near the window at his piano, and play songs, usually happy ones, but occasionally one would be a somber piece.

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One day - a shining day that would bring people together for a delicious treat in the garden, would turn out to be a life saving day for Austria, and Germany. The aristocrat was sitting in the garden when all of a sudden a ball landed in his plate of biscotti. The nation's eyebrows knitted together, and his head cocked slightly to the right. A little boy with big blue eyes and a shock of the brightest blond hair came out of seemingly nowhere and gave Roderich a sheepish glance. "Is this yours?" The aristocrat's voice warmed and he picked up the ball, holding it out. The boy reached out to take the ball and nodded, his hands curling around the black ball - which was rather heavy - and cupped it to his body. "How about you have a seat, before you return, some biscotti maybe?"

"What's biscotti?" Austria was slightly shocked at the fact that the boy didn't know what this treat was. He waved his hand at the seat and watched as Ludwig crawled up into it, placing the item that he had been gripping tightly on the table rather gently. "Bruder Prussia never talks about it."

"It's a treat, delicious. Try some." He watched as the blond boy took some and ate it slowly, swallowing, and then eagerly reaching for more. The boy was so like Prussia in his mannerisms that Austria was almost appalled, but the cuteness of it overworked the appalling sensation and Austria allowed him to continue on in the rude manner.

"What the fuck are you doing?!" That voice made Roderich's blood run cold, and yet his heartbeat picked up to that of a thundering horse. Prussia had found them, and Austria let out a soft whimper as he felt a hand on his shoulder. "Ludwig, what are you doing? Get back to the yard." The boy nodded, frantic, and then made a dash for the neighboring yard. Then Austria's face was cupped and yanked upwards, looking into the blood red rubies that was Prussia's eyes. "I thought I told you to leave my brother alone, freak." He was growling, and Austria's face paled even as he was spoken too.

Swallowing, the Austrian fought back all urges that he had. Resisting was the key in this, though thinking about Prussia taking him when he was angry sent vibrations down to the groin and he felt his pants tighten, and his breathing lighten. "I...I was just...letting him taste biscotti."

Prussia continued to glare and then something made him jump back. "Y-you're turned on by this?! That's disgusting, you pervert!" He glared at him with pure disgust, and disdain, and then the Austrian could feel his face heating up.

"I'm a married man, Prussia, so whatever you're thinking don't dare think anything of it. I was thinking about my beautiful wife." Austria straightened and stood, then brushed off his jacket. "I apologize for bothering with your younger brother." With that Roderich hurried in the house, leaving the biscotti alone.

Hungary looked at him as he came in, an eyebrow arching. "Where you really thinking about me, Roderich?" Austria looked at her, and then turned away, obviously embarrassed, and her face paled, and she took a step back, tears forming at the corner of her eyes.

That night, Austria didn't share a bed with anyone. His Hungary had left to stay with a friend, and his heart sunk. This was pure hell. He did in fact love Hungary, with the way she moved and the way she laughed and smiled.

Prussia, was different though. It was an attraction Austria couldn't understand.