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So here's the first drabble. The prompt was: "Would like to see Austria missing having children in the house, and Hungary comforting him."
‘I’m alone.’
Every morning, Austria woke up to silence. There were birds chirping and the sounds of servants going about their daily chores but none of that mattered to him.
Every morning, he went through the same routine. After his morning duties, he would head to the piano room to practice. In the afternoon, he would bake a cake if he was feeling up to it.
But there was no one to enjoy the cake with. No one to enjoy his music with.
Hungary visited once in a while. She loved her freedom and independence and although he wanted her to visit more often, it was not his place to ask her to do so. Every time she visited, she would stay for only an hour or so and then be back home before he had the chance to ask her to stay.
He sat down in front of the piano, remembering how he tried to teach Chibitalia how to play Mozart, even though he was talking about food during their whole lesson. There was something comforting about holding his small hands over the ivory keys and teaching him about the wonders of music.
Comforting to see Holy Roman Empire learn to paint from Chibitalia and then hear the small patter of their feet as they ran down the halls.
‘What would it have been like to have had children with her…’
He leaned against the piano, fingers caressing the keys for comfort.
“Austria?”a soft voiced called out to him.
“H-Hungary?” He had not noticed her. She was standing in the doorway with a worried expression on her face.
“Yes. Did you forget that I was coming over today?” She walked over to him and placed a warm hand on his shoulder.
“I am sorry that I did. I was caught up in memories of the past.” He smiled a little. “Would you like some afternoon coffee?” He made a motion to stand up but Hungary’s hand on his shoulder prevented him.
“Roderich…were you crying?”
“What? N-No, I was not.”
She moved her hand from his shoulder and wiped a single tear away from his cheek. All of a sudden, his emotions overcame him and he melted at her touch. She sat down on the bench next to him, wrapping her arm around his waist and pressing him close to her.
“What happened? You know you can tell me, Roderich.” Her voice was soothing to hear.
“I was remembering the past when Italy was so small and I’d have to yell at him for eating too much food and then I remembered HRE and I don’t even know what happened to him….I-I..” He began to stutter and paused, not wanting to embarrass himself any further from being so emotional over the thought of children.
She took his hand in hers and squeezed. He sighed before continuing.
“E-Elizaveta, I am sorry I could not give you children.” His voice was low and steady, like the final notes of a nocturne.
For a moment, he thought the world had stopped turning. Elizaveta slowly withdrew her hands from his.
“I know that as nations, we cannot have children but I truly wish-” He was cut off by her lips, eagerly and almost painfully moving against his. He pulled her on top of him and pressed her close. He hadn’t realized that she was shaking until she started biting his neck and quickly undoing his tie. Every time he tried to push her away, she clung to him even tighter. Her lips were bruising his skin as she bit and licked him in places that hadn’t been touched by her in what felt like forever. She wanted him to open up to her.
He gave in.
He climbed on top of the piano and pulled her with him. They were kissing, wrestling and their discarded clothing covered the floor. The sounds that were heard throughout the house was music in it’s most natural form.
Elizaveta was rough, agressive and absolutely breathtaking. He felt her love in her kisses and her despair in her voice. When she kissed him, he realized that those were her tears on his lips.
With every moan, every thrust, every tear shed that afternoon, Roderich knew they were getting closer to repairing the unspoken damage caused by years of silence.
When at last they reached their undoing together, Elizaveta and Roderich lay naked on the piano, holding each other close. Night had finally fallen.
“Roderich,” she whispered into his hair. “How often did you think about us having children?”
He looked up at her, taking in the lovely sight of his ex-wife bathed in moonlight.
“Every day.”
“Perhaps in some other world, we have children. I don’t think that’s so impossible. Right, Roderich?” Her voice sounded painfully hopeful.
”..Yes, Elizaveta. I’d like to believe so as well.” He leaned over her to kiss her once more.
They spent the rest of the night on the balcony, watching the stars and discussing what their children might have been like.
She left in the morning.
He still missed having children in his household but he did not feel as lonely as he used to ever since that evening. Elizaveta visited every other day.
Sometimes they would go out in public, watching children play in the park and daydream about a different life, a different time.
It wasn’t so bad, as long as he had her. As long as he had her, he was fine.
Just fine.
‘I’m alone.’
Every morning, Austria woke up to silence. There were birds chirping and the sounds of servants going about their daily chores but none of that mattered to him.
Every morning, he went through the same routine. After his morning duties, he would head to the piano room to practice. In the afternoon, he would bake a cake if he was feeling up to it.
But there was no one to enjoy the cake with. No one to enjoy his music with.
Hungary visited once in a while. She loved her freedom and independence and although he wanted her to visit more often, it was not his place to ask her to do so. Every time she visited, she would stay for only an hour or so and then be back home before he had the chance to ask her to stay.
He sat down in front of the piano, remembering how he tried to teach Chibitalia how to play Mozart, even though he was talking about food during their whole lesson. There was something comforting about holding his small hands over the ivory keys and teaching him about the wonders of music.
Comforting to see Holy Roman Empire learn to paint from Chibitalia and then hear the small patter of their feet as they ran down the halls.
‘What would it have been like to have had children with her…’
He leaned against the piano, fingers caressing the keys for comfort.
“Austria?”a soft voiced called out to him.
“H-Hungary?” He had not noticed her. She was standing in the doorway with a worried expression on her face.
“Yes. Did you forget that I was coming over today?” She walked over to him and placed a warm hand on his shoulder.
“I am sorry that I did. I was caught up in memories of the past.” He smiled a little. “Would you like some afternoon coffee?” He made a motion to stand up but Hungary’s hand on his shoulder prevented him.
“Roderich…were you crying?”
“What? N-No, I was not.”
She moved her hand from his shoulder and wiped a single tear away from his cheek. All of a sudden, his emotions overcame him and he melted at her touch. She sat down on the bench next to him, wrapping her arm around his waist and pressing him close to her.
“What happened? You know you can tell me, Roderich.” Her voice was soothing to hear.
“I was remembering the past when Italy was so small and I’d have to yell at him for eating too much food and then I remembered HRE and I don’t even know what happened to him….I-I..” He began to stutter and paused, not wanting to embarrass himself any further from being so emotional over the thought of children.
She took his hand in hers and squeezed. He sighed before continuing.
“E-Elizaveta, I am sorry I could not give you children.” His voice was low and steady, like the final notes of a nocturne.
For a moment, he thought the world had stopped turning. Elizaveta slowly withdrew her hands from his.
“I know that as nations, we cannot have children but I truly wish-” He was cut off by her lips, eagerly and almost painfully moving against his. He pulled her on top of him and pressed her close. He hadn’t realized that she was shaking until she started biting his neck and quickly undoing his tie. Every time he tried to push her away, she clung to him even tighter. Her lips were bruising his skin as she bit and licked him in places that hadn’t been touched by her in what felt like forever. She wanted him to open up to her.
He gave in.
He climbed on top of the piano and pulled her with him. They were kissing, wrestling and their discarded clothing covered the floor. The sounds that were heard throughout the house was music in it’s most natural form.
Elizaveta was rough, agressive and absolutely breathtaking. He felt her love in her kisses and her despair in her voice. When she kissed him, he realized that those were her tears on his lips.
With every moan, every thrust, every tear shed that afternoon, Roderich knew they were getting closer to repairing the unspoken damage caused by years of silence.
When at last they reached their undoing together, Elizaveta and Roderich lay naked on the piano, holding each other close. Night had finally fallen.
“Roderich,” she whispered into his hair. “How often did you think about us having children?”
He looked up at her, taking in the lovely sight of his ex-wife bathed in moonlight.
“Every day.”
“Perhaps in some other world, we have children. I don’t think that’s so impossible. Right, Roderich?” Her voice sounded painfully hopeful.
”..Yes, Elizaveta. I’d like to believe so as well.” He leaned over her to kiss her once more.
They spent the rest of the night on the balcony, watching the stars and discussing what their children might have been like.
She left in the morning.
He still missed having children in his household but he did not feel as lonely as he used to ever since that evening. Elizaveta visited every other day.
Sometimes they would go out in public, watching children play in the park and daydream about a different life, a different time.
It wasn’t so bad, as long as he had her. As long as he had her, he was fine.
Just fine.