Chapter 14: Plan B

Roderich:

It wasn't my first time being unconscious, but it was the first time, I recall, of it ever being…beautiful. As I fell through the darkness, all around me were lights, dancing. I knew I should have been trying to wake up, to go back to Ivan; yet, it was impossible not to wonder why I haven't noticed them before. Perhaps my eyes had been closed; maybe I was too scared I'd see something I didn't want to know. Anyway, the important thing was that then, at that moment, I had nothing to lose, and I wanted to desperately know. I still don't understand quite what.

Something.

Anything.

Everything.

So I peeked through my lashes to come face to face with the iridescence of colorful lights.

My eyes came to rest upon two flames, one purple, the other a deep violet. I reached out toward them, entranced by its beauty. There was happiness in each and every one of those lights, so complex, enchanting, and… fragile.

I couldn't allow anyone to shatter them.

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Austria swam against the darkness, his mind growing fuzzy once more. Then a warmth pressed against his mouth, lips touching his, hesitance and trembling at first, and then harder, with a fierce anxiousness that rose against the darkness. A shudder went through Roderich like the sensation of a dream-fall tugging him away from sleep. He struggled to open his eyes and found himself looking at Russia.

Ivan sighed in relief. Pulling away. "It's still a bit early for bed, you know." At the voice of the Russian, another shiver went through Roderich, not from the fear of the witch, who had apparently fled. His head was clear.

A long silence lingered between them as Austria scrambled up to sit, both of them blushing heavily like schoolboys caught doing mischief. "You know I can't-"

"Does it really have to matter?" Ivan mumbled sullenly. "I think we've grown up enough to have our own opinions, don't you think?" He smiled softly, turning his head to look at the aristocrat.

Austria shook his head slowly, the warmth of their secret still on his lips. "I suppose it wouldn't matter. We could always ignore them when they try to split us."

The Russian chuckled. "Or we could do it my way and bully then into approving of it."

"Like forming an alliance-"

"-and threatening them with an empire." They both laughed, falling back onto the grass together.

"Ja, I suppose we could." Roderich smiled, looking at the violet eyes of the blonde man.

"Carpe diem, возлюбленный. We've got nothing to lose. Would you like to take a swing at Lithuania for starter?"

Austria grinned, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Nein. How about we have another go at that kiss?"

"I suppose we could."

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Ivan:

So yes. This is, I believe what one would call a happy ending.

But this is life with Roderich. There will always be many ups and downs.

But was we no know, we will always end up finding each other, no matter how far we have to go, no matter how long we have to wait, until the shards of ice in my heart become beautiful diamonds.

We have more than plenty of time, after all.

That's the thing about being nearly immortal.

Translations:

Ja- Yes

Возлюбленный- Love (as in sweetheart, or boyfriend)

Nein- No

((EHMIGAWT. About time this story finished! I seem to be incapable of writing oneshots. As odd as the pairing was, I hope you liked the story *cough*OTP*cough* I hope to see some of you readers again for the other stories I SHOULD be trying to finish…))