Title:Difference is Brilliance: A Hetalia Fanfic
Pairing,Character(s): Austria/Hungary, Austria/Switzerland, Russia/Germany, Germany/England, Prussia/England, America/Belarus, Belarus/Switzerland
Rating: R for sex and cussing
Genre:Romance/Drama
Spoilers:none
Disclaimer:I do not own Hetalia or it's characters. And never will. :(
Summary:Confused, desperate and stressed, the countries seek each other's comfort...but can something more happen?
Chapter 2: More and More People Become Confused
Austria woke after an merely hour of sleep, barely opening his eyes to the great amount of light that was flooding into the room. Reaching over the side of the bed, he groped for his glasses, and slid them carefully onto his nose. He sat up and squinted, almost, but not quite, seeing Hungary's outline in the doorway.
"Morning, love," she said, coming towards him. "Sleep okay?"
Austria looked up at his wife, his expression one of someone who truly has been broken. Hungary studied his face for a second, then understanding dawned.
"Oh no," she sighed.
"They're back," he told her, his voice flat and dead.
The nightmares had been gone for some time now, and their return was startling. They had started back when things first started to sour. Awful recollections of war and blood would swirl in his mind, and he would awake gasping, drenched in sweat. They ranged from everything to visions from his life to twisted manifestations of those visions. And now...
Switzerland. The kiss haunted his dreams and nightmares now, sometimes ending in murder and sometimes something more.
If this went on, Austria wasn't sure how much he could take. He had lost so much...he couldn't afford to lose Hungary.
Austria swung his legs over the side of the bed, settling there for a second before pushing himself up. He stretched, trying to shake the sleep off. Hungary came and wrapped her arms around him while his arms were up, resting her head against his heart. Austria shivered, her cold hands a cruel reminder against his skin, but placed a hand on her hair. She sighed.
"I'm sorry, darling," she said. "We'll...find something better this time. Maybe go see that one therapist again."
"No, I can't. There are things I have to take care of, concentrate on. I have to focus."
"Austria-"
"Look, Hungary, I have to finish this. I can't sleep until the things I want to resolve havebeenresolved, and I actually have time to go to a therapist. Please support me in this, I needyou." Austria said all this because it was true. He was going to get Switzerland out of his head, no matter what steps he had to take.
Austria pulled Hungary into a tight hug, burying his nose in her hair. "I love you, Hungary," he whispered.
"And I love you, Austria," she said, pressing her cheek against his chest. "Never forget."
Iwon't, he thought.
Germany quietly lay in bed, his hair hanging into his eyes and obscuring Italy sleeping beside him. It felt wrong, though it never had before. If Russia saw, he would tear Italy's head off. And Germany didn't feel as if he could stay loyal if Italy slept in his bed anymore.
LoyaltoRussia.He sat up, resting his chin in his hand. Thisisgoingtobeawkward.Axisvs.Allies...Ivan'samazing,butwhataboutouralliances?Ican'tabandonItaly,he'smybestfriend,andhewoulddiewithinthefirstminuteofwar.AndJapancouldusesomehelptoo.
Germany got out of bed and leaned back over to shake Italy's shoulder. "Italy, wake up."
Italy yawned, sitting up and throwing the pillow up in the air. "Germany," he sang, "Why do you wake me up so early? I don't like it, but you're my friend, so I tolerate it. Romano doesn't like me sleeping your bed either, and he scares me, but you protect me. Germany, Germany, Germany, you're my buddy. Yay!"
Germany smiled. "Good morning, Italy."
"Morning, Germany," Italy chirped, bouncing out of bed with his hair curl springing from it's flat state outwards. "Can I have breakfast here? Oh, wait, is Japan here? I think I need to talk to Japan, he is a very good cook."
"He is here," Germany said, but caught the smaller man by the back of his shirt just as he was about to sprint through the door. "Italy, I need to tell you something."
"Yes, Germany, my buddy?" Italy said, one foot out the door.
Germany took a deep breath. "I think it would be at your best interest to sleep in Japan's bed from now on."
Italy's face went completely blank. "Why would I do that?"
"I can't tell you now, but I would really appreciate it. For me, Italy?"
Italy's face grew sad. "Okay, Germany," he said, and trudged out of the room. Germany heard his feet pounding on the carpet a moment later as the prospect of food must have struck him.
Germany sighed. IhopeRussiaisworthit...
Meanwhile, Russia sat at the breakfast table, watching Estonia, Latvia and Lithuania scuttle around him. He flipped the newspaper out before him, and nodded as Latvia placed a glass of vodka on the table. He grabbed the bottle and downed it one gulp, feeling the fiery liquid course down his throat. He grinned an evil grin, standing up and grabbing Lithuania by the collar. Lithuania yelped and tried to be as still as he could Russia lifted him up towards his face.
"I'm going to see Germany," Russia announced. "Prepare my jet. NOW."
Lithuania squeaked as Russia dropped him, sprinting toward the hangar as fast as he could. Russia chuckled his serial-killer chuckle. He then strode off after Lithuania. He honestly couldn't wait to see Germany again.
"Yes, that's what I said, pull back to your respected bases," Austria said, irritated by the incompetence of whoever he was speaking. It was an insult to have someone like this in his army.
"I'm well aware that Switzerland has not retreated yet, but I need you to pull back as soon as possible. Which is now." Austria waited a few more minutes as the man stammered and eventually called to the other troops, radioing the rest of the army.
"The Lichtenstein border is no longer covered, sir."
"Wonderful," Austria. "Dismissed." He hung up the phone with a sigh of relief. That was one way of delivering a "leave me alone" message to Switzerland. Hopeshegetsthemessage, he thought darkly. Heisbutachild,afterall.
Austria's phone rang, and he growled in annoyance, snatching it up. "This is Austria speaking," he said in a strained voice.
"Hello, Mr. Austria," a voice chirped at the other end of the line.
Austria squeezed his eyes shut, his hand gripping the phone tightly. Pleasetellmeit'snot.
"This is Lichtenstein."
Damnit.
"I just wanted to say thank you for pulling back from my borders, and I really think that my big brother isn't that angry with you-"
"I told you not to say that!" Switzerland roared in the background. "Give me the phone."
"Goodbye, Mr. Austria," Lichtenstein said, before a whoosh sounded in Austria's ear and Switzerland's panting filled the phone.
"It never happened," Austria said, getting right to the point. "Ever. I've got a wife and a reputation, so it never, ever, happened."
"I get it," Switzerland said. "It never happened, and it never will again."
"Exactly," Austria said.
A moment passed between them, silence only broken by tension.
"I need to see you again."
"Switzerland-"
"I know, you have a wife. No one has to know. Please."
More silence.
"Okay. Meet me at Oakland's in an hour. We've been there before."
"For the '07 dinner party. I remember."
"Don't tell anyone."
"I know. Austria?"
"Yes?"
"Thank you."
"Call me Roderich."
"What?"
"Call me Roderich. It would be nice."
"Okay...Roderich. I'll see you soon."
It was only when Austria hung up the phone that he realized he had truly fucked himself over.
Twice.
"Austria?"
Austria lifted his head as he heard Hungary calling, and replied tiredly, "Yes, dear. I'm in the study."
He heard footsteps, and a moment later Hungary peered around the doorway. "Hey," she said softly. "Can I come in?"
"Of course," he said, holding his arms out. "C'mere."
She came and sat on his lap, curling into his side. "Things have been so hard for you," she whispered.
Austria sighed. "I know it takes it toll on you, but we must be strong, Hungary. We will make it through this."
"I will with you in my life, Austria," she said, pressing her lips against his.
Austria kissed her back, only the slightest twinge of guilt in his heart as he watched the sun set over her head.
England woke up and stretched his arms over his head. Whyaremysheetssosoft?He thought, stroking a finger in the fabric. Didhousekeepingchangethem?Thatwasnice. England sat up, turned to the side to check his clock-
"Good evening," Prussia said, grinning.
Slap.
"The hell?" Prussia said, holding a hand to his cheek and staring at England, who was bright red and had yanked the covers up over his chin.
"What the bloody fuck are you doing in my bed?" England sputtered, scrambling to get away. He rolled over the side of the bed and discovers he wasn't even in his room. The room was sheathed in a dark purple wallpaper, with portraits of Prussia hanging all over the walls. The windows were covers by thick curtains, and England rushed to the, and ripped them open to discover the sun was just setting. He whirled back toward Prussia, who had left the bed and was standing there, naked, staring at England with a curious expression on his face.
"Agh!" England threw up his hands over his eyes and felt blessed that he, at least, had sweatpants on (though they were much to long-had Prussia given them to him?). He sank to the floor as as Prussia approached.
"Hey, I won't hurt you," Prussia said, squatting next to him. England suddenly realized why his arsehole was so hurt.
"You fucking raped me!" England screamed, slapping Prussia even harder than he had before.
"No," Prussia said. He was holding his still smarting cheek. "You kissed me yesterday. Remember?"
England just stared at him, mouth hanging open.
And suddenly, England did remember.
"Oh, God," he moaned, memories flooding back. He remembered going up to Prussia and grabbing his lapels, hauling the silver-haired man to him. He remembered stumbling out of the conference building, calling a cab and pulling up to this luxurious, dark mansion. And he remembered moaning and groaning in pleasure as Prussia took his virginity.
"Oh, God," he repeated, clutching his hair.
"Are you okay?" Prussia said, putting a hand on England's shoulder. He flinched when England's cold hands touched his chest, but didn't complain when the Brit's fingers wrapped around his arms and pulled him to him.
"Do you want this?" He was able to ask, putting a hand up.
"I don't care," England said. "I need this."
And seeing England look so desperate before him, he took him up on his offer.