A/N: And so the shopping trip continues...
DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING OF HETALIA
"Well, that was fun! Good thing we found some good pieces, normally I'm too tall for these kinds of clothes." I mused
"You looked fantastic in all of them! Didn't I tell you we'd find something here?" Feli smiled
"You did, but when you said boutiques, I thought you meant little stores, not fashion giants!"
"They had boutique style stores though…"
"Technically. Are we heading to Roderich's place now?"
"I thought we could stop and have a little drink first."
"Pub time? ALRIGHT!" Yelled Gilbert
"Ehhh…no. Coffee time!"
"I see what you did there…onhonhonhon." Francis grinned like he knew some dirty secret
"What did I do?"
"Absolutely nothing. He's just being a prat." Arthur glared at Francis
"So where are we off to?" I wondered
"My brother's favorite café! I told him and Roderich to be there so he could meet you and Roderich could take you to his house." Feli answered
We walked along a nice, rustic road lined with cafés and restaurants. It was about five minutes, and we stopped at a quaint little coffee shop with flowers in the windows and a beautiful awning. As we went in and ordered our drinks (mine being a marocchino con cioccolato bianco, or white chocolate marocchino), we heard a very loud voice hailing us. Well, hailing Feli in particular.
"Hey, stupido fratello! What did you want? I was working you know. I can't just leave when you tell me you want me to meet someone. Especially if it's another one of those potato bastards!"
"Lovino! You made it!" Smiled Feliciano, "This is who I wanted you to meet, Miss Lana Dover. She's gonna be staying with Roderich for a while, and she's gonna visit us sometime too!"
Feliciano's brother Lovino was apparently the representative of Southern Italy. He was extremely short tempered with his brother, and looked almost exactly like him, except his hair was darker and his hair curl was on the opposite side of his head. However, when he saw me, he tried to act as though the outburst against Feli had never happened.
"Ciao, bella signora." He nodded at me with a smile
"Hi." I nodded back, largely unimpressed by him calling me pretty lady in Italian.
"Well well, who's this chicha bonita?"
I'd had enough of Francis and Gilbert saying things like that, and now Lovino and the Spanish man who just walked up had to get on the bandwagon. Arthur looked very disapproving of their comments and I felt the same way. I prayed for something to happen, anything to happen, to get me away from all this flirting. It's seems prayers get answered very fast these days, because Roderich walked up almost immediately after the Spaniard said his piece and motioned for me to join him. I introduced myself quickly, and scurried to Roderich before the smooth talkers could start up again.
"Are you ready to leave? I have some business to take care of at home and need to go quickly." He looked at me inquiringly
"Yeah, get me out of here. I don't know how much more of them I can take." I sighed
He looked concerned, and I shrugged it off as nothing. We made our way to the airport, where we hopped a flight to Vienna. After landing, Roderich had a car waiting for him, and we drove to his house in peaceful silence. It took maybe twenty minutes to get there, and when I stepped out of the car, my mouth almost fell open in amazement. His house was beautiful. It was essentially a Baroque style mansion with an immaculate front yard and it looked to be the size of at least 7 bungalows put together. What is with these people? Mansions, expensive clothing without a second though, luxury sports cars, chauffeurs… I began to wonder just what their circumstances were. I decided that after I got settled, I'd ask Roderich. He opened the door for me, and after a word of thanks, I entered. If at all possible, his house was even nicer on the inside. The walls were white with ornate detailing in gold and red, and the furniture looked like it had been handed down from some sort of European aristocracy from the 18th century. I couldn't help myself. I just stopped dead in the middle of the hallway and dropped my suitcases.
"Is something awry?" Asked Roderich as he came up behind me
"No, it's just that your house is so…elaborately beautiful. I've only seen things like this in history textbooks." I gazed around, marvelling at the craftsmanship of the house
"Thank you. I've lived here since I was very young. It's withstood many things over the years."
"This reminds me…Feliciano had no qualms about spending thousands of dollars on clothing, and your house is a work of art…are all of you country representatives corporate tycoons or heirs to some large fortune that you have these luxuries?"
"No, not quite. I do come from a higher class background, but as for the rest, I'm not sure. I never bothered to know. Now, shall I show you to your room? You'll be in the room two doors down and across the hall from mine."
He changed the subject rather fast, so I began to suspect that there was more to these men than met the eye. However, I know when someone doesn't want private information made public, so I decided not to push it. I picked up my bags and he walked me to a room so large it could have been a ballroom, but it was a bedroom. At the center of the room was a large four poster bed, and I felt comfortable just looking at it. On the right side of the room was a large armoire and on the other was a vanity that would have been at home during the era of the American Civil War. There was also a door in the right corner, which I assumed led to the bathroom.
"This is a guest bedroom? My goodness, I'd like to see how big everything else in your house is." I whistled appreciatively
Roderich chuckled as he walked out. He said he'd give me time to unpack and get settled, and then I could inform him when I start feeling hungry, and he'd have dinner ready. As I was left to myself I wondered if by dinner he meant he'd cook it, or that he still had servants to do it for him. Either way, I felt like a fairy tale princess in his house. I put all my clothes in the armoire, my accessories in the drawers of the vanity and my ipod speakers on top of the vanity. The armoire was so big, I wouldn't have been surprised if I went in and found Narnia. I went to check on the door in the corner, to see if my suspicions were right. They were. Even though it was just a bathroom, it was as ornate as the rest of the house. I noticed some essentials sitting on the counter beside the sink and wondered if Roderich kept them there just in case he had surprise visitors like me. Exiting the bathroom, I ran a hand through my hair, trying to decide what to do next. I sat on the bed and just pondered my options for a minute. As I was thinking, I heard faint piano music. I hopped off the bed and padded silently down the hall, trying to find the source of the music. The music was getting louder as I rounded a corner, and in a room to my right, was Roderich playing a magnificent grand piano. He didn't seem to notice me, so I leaned on the door frame and listened. I knew the piece he was playing, and his playing was so vibrant and masterful. I could feel the emotions he put into the piece just by listening. As he finished, I applauded lightly.
A/N: What piece was Austria playing? We'll get there next chapter. Review please!