To The Krystal Cat. Her/His headcanon: Austria/Switzerland.
Yeah, yeah, I said I wouldn't do it; but then I realized this could be your headcanon ship and you just gave me the way you wanted it to go. So, here ya go!
Oh, and I hope you guys don't mind the repetition in the beginning; I hope I made each sentence just different enough so it wasn't like you were reading the same thing, though, you kind of are.
-RMS
As the two old friends tried to not awkwardly look the other in the eye, they couldn't help but study the other in quick glances. (Of course, both German nations caught the looks, but didn't speak up. 'Cause, as a hypocrite, neither had any room to talk.)
It was just their luck to run into each other, again, at the market.
Austria, in his glances, noticed that Switzerland, though wearing his predictable dark green, was sporting a rather... ahem, flattering outfit. Switzerland, in his glances, noticed that Austria, but of course wearing his ever-present plum, was more... noble, yet not as haughty in his normal attire.
Austria, flicking his eyes down to Switzerland's wrist, and the basket that hung there, spotted the usual cheap food items. Switzerland, when he glanced down to Austria's clenching hands, and the cart they rested upon, saw beneath some of the finer foods were cheaper foods like his own.
Austria, now looking down towards Switzerland's side, noticed that Switzerland's little sister Liechtenstein was no where to be seen. Switzerland's glance, now thrown over Austria's shoulder, told the Swiss that Austria's ex-wife Hungary wasn't there, nor the annoying Prussia.
This continued on until Austria, known for breaking under pressure such as emotions go, spoke in an awkward manner, blurting out the first thing that came to mind.
Of course, that one thing just had to be, "I missed you, you know."
Switzerland jerked his head to stare agape at the Austrian; said Austrian firmly pressing a hand to his mouth in horror, as if that would take back the words he spouted literally three seconds previously. Switzerland, too shocked to do anything, apparently went right along with the random outburst of affection, if what he said back was anything to go by. "I missed you too... Roderich."
Now it was Switzerland's turn to have a wide-eyed, horror glazed look as he unintentionally spoke the others' human name; a name used only with immediate family, close friends, or lovers.
Of which the two were anything but those three things.
(Though, that makes one wonder of how they knew the others' name at all, as that information wasn't usually publicly known.)
As both men looked at the other in hesitation and terror at what the other would say, Switzerland was the one to break the silence this time, knowing that this could be his one and only chance. Austria was thinking along the same lines, but it's not like he actually had the spine to go through with it.
Switzerland did that awkward cough-in-fist thing before clearing his throat, catching the others' attention, and said, "It has been quite a while since we've last spoken, Roderich," Austria's eyes widen at the seemingly casual use of his name, while Switzerland was hoping Austria wouldn't rip him a new one in that 'upper class' way he possessed, "and our countries seem to get along just fine, so, why not the nations' person? We did use to be friends after all. How about we try that dinner once more?" Switzerland, the exact definition of composed, was secretly freaking out on the inside while he kept a firm gaze with the object of his affections' on the outside.
Austria, knowing that he couldn't and wouldn't live up to his title of Pansy that both Prussia and Hungary so thoughtfully gave him, couldn't have said yes fast enough. But of course, he did it in his own snooty way...
"Well, to save money on both our parts, I suppose we could end up bringing different dishes. You provide the entree and, of course, I'll bring the dessert. I guess we can share the appetizer."
...but considerably different than his usual snooty way.
"Does that sound right, Vash?"