Well. Since I can not find my printed copies of the previous chapters (because this is my personal computer, and all of my stories are on a different one), I have no idea how I format the beginning of this story. You see, I do a different format for each separate story. For Aku no Hetalia, for instance, I simply use line breaks and A/Ns. For Seeing is Believing, I use "formal format" as I call it, which is title, summary, A/N, story, A/N. And for Camp Fun-and-Games?, I use Fanlib format. (Title, A/N, Chapter title, Chapter POV, story, A/N) For one story of which I can't recall (I suspect it is this one here) I use LiveJournal format which is something along the lines of Title, Author, Summary, Genre, Pairings, Characters, A/N, story. (Because every LiveJournal story I've seen, that's the format.) So, now that I've filled this A/N with rambling, I'm going to cut off here. :P
R&R! Enjoy! :D
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Chapter 4: Roderich
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Roderich had reason to believe that he was around his ex-wife far too much. For instance, he stumbled over his piano keys a lot more because she was constantly appearing when he least expected. Another reason would be that he spent more time talking and less time practicing. And, of course, there was that other reason…
Ah, yes. The case of his attraction to Mr. Zwingli.
Even though Roderich ground his teeth when the (short) man was yelling and ranting, he always missed him when he left.
If Roderich had never known the man, and was told that he would indeed fall in love (he winced as he admitted it mentally) with such a person, he would declare them psychologically unstable.
Even if said speaker was Elizaveta. Especially if they were Elizaveta.
It made him…irritated, if you put it lightly, that his former spouse was so obsessed with fictional homosexual love. So obsessed, in fact, that she decided every male nation in existence had to fall in love with another.
Roderich held back from snorting. Of course they seemed to be doing that fairly well on their own…
He took off his glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose. Oh how bothersome it could be, to be in love with someone so…pesky.
Always threatening people and yelling at helpless bystanders and waving around one or two (or three) guns in the air, maybe firing a few warning shots.
He was so powerful for someone so small.
Roderich polished his glasses for a few moments then slid them back in place and began the song over again.
He focused his thoughts only on the keys, on hitting just the correct notes at the exact split-second needed—
Urg. The damned phone had rung, right in the middle, and caused Roderich's finger to slip ever so slightly. He continued playing, as if the mistake hadn't ever been made, but he was mentally yelling at Elizaveta to answer it.
And silence. She had indeed known the noise had bothered him. (Of course that didn't mean she answered on the fifth ring.)
After a few moments, Roderich let his hands fall from the piano and he strained his ears to hear what was being said in the next room.
Elizaveta did indeed sound a little panicked. Perhaps I should—
Oh. He didn't need to go to her after all. She had finished with the phone and stepped into the room, gently sliding the door behind her.
"Oh, Roderich, you know I love you, riiight?" she said cheerfully.
"What is it you want?" he sighed, taking his glasses off yet again.
"Well, it seems Lilli—Liechtenstein, you know, Vash's little sister?—has torn her dress. And Vash is too cheap to go buy anything to clean everything else with, so she's stuck in just her pajamas. You wouldn't mind going with me to their house and to fix up her dress, would you?"
Roderich sighed and massaged his temples. "Well, I suppose we can't leave her in her pajamas, since we all know Vash won't work up the courage to buy soap any time soon." He replaced his glasses on his face, stood up, and shut the lid to the piano.
She jumped up and down, extremely happy that the plan she had in mind would have a good chance of working. When Roderich gave her a curious look that clearly said, "The fuck you going on about?" she sobered up and said, "I'm so happy we get to help out our neighbors and all…" She smiled in innocence.
Roderich furrowed his eyebrow. Now what was familiar in that look…?
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Heehee~ I love this story~
Gosh, I'm so sorry PoisonJellybeans! I didn't mean to put this chapter off so much! ;A; I just got so worked up with Mirties Suprasti, and I've fallen in love with my new story (Mission Number: Avery, Spy Extraordinaire!) and I was getting a lot of attention for How To Be Named Beilschmidt And Still Survivve HighSchool, so I thought I'd pay more attention to the stories that had tons of attention (of course, Of Needle and Cloth is up there in the top four when it comes to how popular my stories are…)
GOMENSAI, MINNA-SAN! (Sorry, everyone!) *bows* I'll try my absolute best to finish this story soon. (There is, after all, only two-three more chapters left.)
The only reason this chapter was so put off (since I have the rest of the story planned out and all) was because I had no idea what to do with this. My planning for this had been so vague when I first planned the story (word for word, it was "Roderich POV: Roderich mentally rants about how he has an impossible love for Vash.") that I was a little intimidated. I mean, I had loads to work with since it was so open to change, but I had no idea how to go about this. And then, today, I looked at my folders (One folder for each new story I make, plus an extra one, where I load unwritten ideas, titled "Misc") and I saw ONAC, and I was filled with so much determination to get it written that I simply threw my hands in the air and declared "Fuck it! I'm gonna fucking write the damn bugger!" ^^ (No wonder why that Hetalia Character quiz said I was most like Hungary. I do indeed have a potty mouth…)
So, hope all of you loyal readers (you know who you are ;D) enjoyed, hope it met your standards PoisonJellybeans (WORK ON ASK PRUSSIA DAMNIT! XD), and please review~ I blame the lack of reviews for my lack of updates! :D