Title: Someone Like You
Summary: "It's been a long time Gilbert... half a lifetime." "Not for us." he spits the words out, like they leave a bitter taste in his mouth. "It's nothing when you live forever... Are you happy Roderich?"
He used to be the one that would watch him lose control. Inspired by ADELE's 'Someone Like You'
AN: This is really quite different to anything I've written before (well, to me I guess). Please don't hate me... It's my first attempt at anything involving Hetalia ships.
This shouldn't be too long. Only a few parts :)
DISCLAIMER: Neither Hetalia, nor 'Someone Like You' belong to me.
He stands on the battle worn ground, white boots sinking into the mud. Today he has won. No, they have won.
He looks left, and sees the nation standing next to him. Austria's coat is splattered in mud, ripped and torn in places from bayonets and gunshots. His brown hair is messy, wind tousled and damp, and the glasses that usually frame his eyes are askew, almost falling off his aristocratically uptilted nose.
He's never seen him like this before, so... so un-perfect.
Austria catches him watching and graces him with a small smile, before turning back to the defeated nation in front of them.
"It's over Denmark. Prussia and I have won."
The blonde Nordic scowls at them. Austria looks down at him for just a second and turns away, ordering some nearby soldiers to guard the fallen Denmark.
It's then when he sees it. That unfamiliar conquering spirit bright in Austria's eyes, so bright.
He had always wondered how this piano playing pacifist could have become an Empire, the major power in Europe. Only 100 years ago, he, the awesome Prussia, had gained Silesia so easily. He had always put it down to the fact that Hungary was on his side, and she was one scary nation.
But through this war, he'd seen a different side of Austria, one he hadn't known existed. Here on the battlefield, this part of Austria had emerged. It was a wild part, one that had lost that composure, and could kill and fight freely. It was dirty, powerful, strange Austria.
It was beautiful.
"Will you never leave me alone you insufferable idiot?"
The Austrian glares at him, anger burning in those oh so familiar eyes. He smiles back in answer.
"She's not here to protect you right now, is she Roddy?"
The musician's hand clenches.
"Well Roddy? Where is Liz today?" he chuckles. Roderich's never liked the nickname.
His smile falters when he hears the Austrian say that.
-is visiting Feliks."
"Just you and me then, I guess." He takes a step forward, bringing himself closer to the Austrian, who stands his ground, violet fire still burning. "Almost like old times, right Roderich? Remember Schleswig?"
His words are laced with nostalgia, no longer carrying the mocking tone it usually does. The Austrian's face softens.
30th October 1864
The Austrian looks up from whatever he's writing, hand poised mid air
"Yes Prussia?" Austria sounds tired. Understandable. It's late, very late. He doesn't know why he's still here in Vienna, still here in Austria's house.
Austria looks as neat as ever, but he still hasn't quite lost that arrogant battle-ready demeanour that he demonstrated during the war. A glimpse of it is still there, under the combed back hair and the neatly buttoned coat.
It intrigues him. The remains of that side of Austria, still visible even after almost two months.
He walks towards the seated Austrian, closing the gap in three quick steps. He looks down, noticing the papers scattered all over Austria's desk, and crumpled up on the floor. Sheet music. Of course.
"I.." he starts to speak, but for some reason he can't form the words. This has never happened before. He's Prussia. The Awesome Kingdom of Prussia. Struck speechless in front of the namby-pamby pianist.
Austria peers at him, and drops the pen, reaching one hand up to brush a stray brown hair out of his face.
He finds himself transfixed by this small action.
"Why are you still here?" asks Austria, raising an eyebrow. "You're free to go home Prussia. The Treaty has been signed and the celebration is over."
He was right. The Treaty of Vienna had been signed earlier, and the Kingdom of Denmark had given up Schleswig, Holstein and Saxe-Lauenburg to the Kingdom of Prussia and the Austrian Empire. The three duchies were to be governed by them. Together.
After the signing of the Treaty, there had been a party at Austria's house. A small celebration held by his boss, and Austria's boss. He, and Austria, had been up front and centre, mixing and mingling, as you do.
During the party, he'd found himself watching Austria, watching for no real reason at all, except that he couldn't look away. Every little step the pianist took, every perfectly controlled action, was fascinating to him because he'd seen the nation lose that control.
But now the party was long over, and everyone had gone home.
Not him though.
"I.." his mouth attempts to form words again, to say something. "I don't know."
"Then go home." Austria turns away again, looking back down at his music. His hand moves, pen meeting paper. Another perfectly written note on that perfectly straight stave.
And then he realises why he's here. He reaches out and grabs the Austrian's hand, yanking it lightly to the side, marring the music. He hears the Austrian's cry of protest and exasperation and it makes sense now, it all makes sense.
Austria stands up, frown on his delicate face. He's angry, but he hasn't shaken off his hand.
He reaches out with the other hand and grabs the back of Austria's head, leaning in to kiss him. For a moment, Austria is still, completely still, but only for a moment.
Then Austria's arms are around him and there's a new urgency in the kiss.
The pen in Austria- no- Roderich's hand drops to the floor and they break for air. He sees confusion, shock, anger, joy... a mix of conflicting emotions flashing through the violet eyes.
He smiles at the Austrian, whose brown hair is now dishevelled and glasses are lopsided. This is why he stayed.
To see Roderich lose control.
"It's been a long time Gilbert." Roderich says softly, pushing his glasses up with a quick movement. "Since then, I mean."
"Not that long Roderich."
"36 years. Half a lifetime."
"Not for us." he spits the words out, like they leave a bitter taste in his mouth. "It's nothing when you live forever."
His hand is drawn to Roderich's face, brushing it gently. The pianist seems to freeze at the touch, but he doesn't turn away.
"Why are you here Gilbert?" Roderich's words are careful. There's no harshness anymore, no trace of anger.
He's been here before. 36 years ago, in this same room, with this same nation. Just like before, his words are escaping him, but this time... this time his reasons are slightly different.
Everything is slightly different...
"Are you happy?" he blurts the words out before he forgets how to say them. The Austrian raises his eyebrows in surprise, but otherwise says nothing.
"Are you happy?" he repeats, reaching forward and grabbing Roderich's arm before he can turn away. "Tell me."
And this time it's Roderich who can't seem to speak.
I'm a terrible person who should be finishing the next chapter of her Naruto fanfic... but instead I'm writing this...
The war that Prussia and Austria fought together was the Second War of Schleswig. It was against Denmark. Basically, in 1863, the King of Denmark died at a really unfortunate time, just before he could sign a document that would create a joint parliament that would govern Denmark and the duchy of Schleswig, instead of just annexing Schleswig to Denmark. The new king did end up signing the document, but the German Confederation (The Kingdom of Prussia and the Austrian Empire) saw this as a violation of the peace treaty signed after the First War of Schleswig. For more info on this, I would suggest Wikipedia since I don't really explain it very well.
In the end, the Austro-Prussian Alliance won the SWoS and the duchies of Schleswig, Holstein and Saxe-Lauenburg ended up being handed over from Denmar to Prussia and Austria.