Austria groaned slightly as he stretched his hand out from under the blanket and felt around for his glasses. Recently the days had begun to seem completely useless without Elizaveta around. Roderich would wake up, have his breakfast, while reviewing the day's plans with one of his advisors, and he'd follow through the motions of that day. He could truly not believe that an entire month had passed since he had become a bachelor, and there was no sign of neither Prussia nor Hungary, though Roderich had in fact seen much more of Germany. He had seen his ex-wife when she had come to see how he was holding up. Gott, she truly was an angel.
Sitting up in bed, he fixed his glasses, and then slid out of bed. He ran a hand through his hair, fixing it. Roderich dressed and then elegantly sauntered down the stairs, floating. "Ah, Good morning, Austria." His advisor said, marking in his book.
"Good morning," he replied, taking his spot at the table, eating slowly. "How does today look?"
"Not too hectic. A meeting with Germany, he says he has an idea."
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"Take him off my hands. Since the end of the war, he's been doing nothing but annoy me."
Roderich stared at Ludwig, "why me, though? Ship him to Russia or something."
The German sighed, shaking his head, "he'd kill himself. Besides, I'd like to be able to visit my bruder." Of course, this was only logical, to Austria, since the two had always seemed close. "I truly need to get some work done. Please, Roderich."
He was reluctant, no, more than simply reluctant. Apprehensive -sickened by this thought. "Ja." he sighed, not believing that he was actually doing this. "I'll do it for one month." Ludwig nodded and held out his hand, shaking on this agreement. Having Gilbert in living in this house was going to be interesting.
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"Roderich!" The Austrian groaned and looked up from the piano. "I'm bored. Do you always play such boring songs?" Not giving a response, he turned back to the keys, placing his nimble fingers down gently. "Well?"
"Well what?"
"Why do you play such boring songs?" "They're classics." "Boring."
Roderich slammed his hands down, spinning in the chair, "will you just shut up and enjoy something that actually has class and poise? God damn, Gilbert. Also, if you can not enjoy what I am interested in, then leave me alone." He glared at the albino, who then muttered something. "What?" "Well, I was interested in something with class, is what I said." Roderich blushed, turning away, looking at the black and white stripes that made music. "W-what do you mean?" he asked, flustered. Gilbert growled, "at one point, I was interested in you, but you've been nothing but a god damn fucking hermit."
Austria glanced at Gilbert out of the corner of his eye. "I…I…" He was torn. Kick Prussia out of his house, or accept this. "Do you…do you still express interest in me?" "You piss me off enough to say yes." he muttered, looking away. Roderich sighed and crossed to the couch he rested on, smacking Gilbert across the face, sobbing. "You're an idiot." With that he collapsed against Gilbert, crying.