There comes a time in every pianist's life where things get too great for them to handle. Roderich Edelstein, Austria, was by far no exception to this rule. Every day he'd work and clean up after his husband...he was forced to do everything in the house from dishes to taking care of Gilbert's dog (aptly named 'Gildog') with little to no respect. All the time he'd get a slap on the ass for a 'job well done'. He hated it. It pissed him off every single time, and yet Gilbert continued doing...well, nothing.
But there was one thing that set him on his feet when he couldn't bare it much longer. His best friend, Vash, was always there for him in dire needs. Of course, they didn't look like a pair but behind closed doors they were very close...sometimes, perhaps, too close. But if Gilbert could be 'close' with Antonio some times...no reason Roderich couldn't be 'close' to Vash sometimes as well. He knew it was wrong but he still did it anyway...most of the time on spite.
Today was one of those days where Gilbert wasn't home and Vash was over for some tea and tortes that were custom made by the Austrian himself. These days were calm and contented...and the feeling was normally mutual. Except today, at least. Of course Austria was enjoying Switzerland's company, but the former seemed very distant. He didn't seem like himself at all, for that matter. "Vash," he began softly, "Is something the matter..? he asked with genuine concern for his friend.
Vash fidgeted with his cup for a minute, not daring to look at Roderich, "I'm just...thinking of us." he responded suddenly, "Our...relations." Both knew exactly what the Swiss meant. Secret randez vous in the middle of the hot summer nights, lost in the throws of passion. Often outside in the grass, a romantic air around them. Something Gilbert never gave him. The respect and tenderness he wanted, Gilbert could never harbor like Vash had. Austria was more than prepared to fuck, right there on the coffee table but..apparently...Vash had other plans. "I want it to stop." he said suddenly. Roderich was taken off guard,
"...What do you..?" His voice trailed off as he staired at Vash for a very, very long time before the blonde spoke up again,
"Everything. Our secret affairs...our friendship too." He said suddenly, looking at him coldly, "I want it to stop." Roderich couldn't wrap his head around his idea. Vash...didn't want to even be his friend anymore? What..? He frownd,
"That is absurd." He said suddenly, putting down his cup and looking to the Swiss man. "We've been friends forever. You can't just stop that." He frowned deeply, not happy with this situation at all. Vash frowned at his 'friend', standing up,
"Well. I am. You are being distrustful to your husband." he responded, turning and starting to walk out. That was, until he felt something hard hit the back of his head. He growled a little looking back noticing the plate that fell to the floor. His eyes pierced at the other angrily, snapping angry German at the other, who spat the same back. Outside the home, it sounded like there would be murder soon..German always sounded so gruff, no matter who speaks it.
Austria growled, throwing another plate at the other, "You're MINE!" he screamed. Vash really wasn't expecting his reaction...he had never really seen Austria get so upset over something like this...but h was standing very firm to his belief of never meeting again. He fell over as his friend tackled him to the ground. Punches were thrown on both German speaker's parts, getting into a full on fist fight, "I'd rather have you than that Gilbastard!" he shrieked.
"Well you chose to marry him!" Vash fought back, turning the tables by rolling ontop of the other. Things seemed to slow down for a moment. Both men looked at eachother deeply, leaning in to kiss passionately. Roderich was very sure he won. His mouth opened for the other, purring a bit as their tounges tangled in ecstasy. But this few moments of bliss was interrupted by a knee to the groin. Roderich gasped, pulling Vash's hair and pushing him off,
"You stupid sonuvabitch!" he screamed, latching on the other's neck, squeezing tightly on the windpipe. Vash choked a bit, but managed to kick the other off his body. Both instantly got up staying silent as, looking at eachother. They felt the same thing, they shouldn't be doing this...it was pretty terrible. They were friends, close friend! But...not anymore...that made the male more angry again. Suddenly, Roderich picked up one of the chairs, screaming as he hit Vash with it. He panted lightly, "Why do you care now?" he shrieked, "I'd leave Gilbert in a minute to be with you." he breathed out.
Vash had taken out his gun, Roderich didn't notice. The Austrian was too busy releasing his anger...throwing everything he could manage at the other. Vash cocked the gun now. Roderich found a knife, tears in his eyes, "You wait untill I fall in love with you, you bastard!" he screamed, "I want you, Vash!" Now both aimed. Both daring eachother to move with a glare. It was Roderich that made the first move, but the gun fired a second later. Silence over took th whole room, both men dropped.
Shot in the heart, stabbed in the neck.
well...after a short hiatus..I finally updated! Did they die? ...well...yes...they did. Kufufu...hope this is what they had mind!
Till next time, ciao~!