[Hetalia] "To Protect" AustriaxHungary
Title: "To Protect"
Author: shuriken7
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Characters:Austria/Hungary
Prompt: 20. Protection @ 25fluffyfics
Word Count: 468
Rating: G
Summary: Austria worries about Hungary being away on the battlefield.
Disclaimer: I do not own Axis Powers Hetalia
Austria sat at his piano, hands on the keys. Normally the long graceful fingers would be drawing beautiful music out of the instrument, stroking each key with love, producing something out of simple strokes of an ink brush on paper. He stared at the music in front of him, for once in his life not understanding it. He sat there, unable to make music, unable to make his fingers shift, unable to move from that spot, because he was worried about her. Worried that she was in danger because she was protecting him.
He was not weak, despite what Prussia said, disorganized, but certainly not weak. However, he had lost and Silesia had been taken from him. Silesia, a territory he mourned the loss of. The land was now in the hands of Prussia and the man would not let him forget it. His empress had gone to Hungary to ask for help, and help she did. She came with her soldiers looking proud in her uniform and she had left to fight for him. He had been left behind, lonely at his piano, waiting for her to come back. For his wife to return to him.
He leaned over his piano keys placing his forehead on them and sinking slowly. The dull tone that was produced seemed to hang in the air, matching his mood. He sat there until the vibrations stopped producing sound, and moved his forehead to another set of keys, repeating the process. He felt the vibrations of this not-music flow through his body, unwilling to move from this spot.
“Not one of your better compositions, Mr. Austria.” He picked his head up quickly from the keys at the sound of the voice and he turned to see Hungary there still in her military uniform, covered with dirt and grime of battle.
“Hungary...” She walked over to him and put a hand on his forehead.
“You’ve given yourself marks.” She rubbed idly at them, willing the red lines the piano keys had left there away. He placed his hand over hers and brought the palm roughened from years of warfare to his lips and kissed it gently. She smiled.
“Thank you.”
“What are you thanking me for, I wasn’t able to win Silesia back.”
“For coming back, for protecting me.” He looked up into her eyes and saw the surprise. Her smile widened.
“Well, someone has got to do it,” she removed her hand from his, “Now I’m going to go get cleaned up and you have to figure out some way to make it up to me.” She winked, and he couldn’t help but smile as he turned back to his piano, able to play once again that she was safe within in his walls, where he, in turn, could protect her.
Author: shuriken7
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Characters:Austria/Hungary
Prompt: 20. Protection @ 25fluffyfics
Word Count: 468
Rating: G
Summary: Austria worries about Hungary being away on the battlefield.
Disclaimer: I do not own Axis Powers Hetalia
Austria sat at his piano, hands on the keys. Normally the long graceful fingers would be drawing beautiful music out of the instrument, stroking each key with love, producing something out of simple strokes of an ink brush on paper. He stared at the music in front of him, for once in his life not understanding it. He sat there, unable to make music, unable to make his fingers shift, unable to move from that spot, because he was worried about her. Worried that she was in danger because she was protecting him.
He was not weak, despite what Prussia said, disorganized, but certainly not weak. However, he had lost and Silesia had been taken from him. Silesia, a territory he mourned the loss of. The land was now in the hands of Prussia and the man would not let him forget it. His empress had gone to Hungary to ask for help, and help she did. She came with her soldiers looking proud in her uniform and she had left to fight for him. He had been left behind, lonely at his piano, waiting for her to come back. For his wife to return to him.
He leaned over his piano keys placing his forehead on them and sinking slowly. The dull tone that was produced seemed to hang in the air, matching his mood. He sat there until the vibrations stopped producing sound, and moved his forehead to another set of keys, repeating the process. He felt the vibrations of this not-music flow through his body, unwilling to move from this spot.
“Not one of your better compositions, Mr. Austria.” He picked his head up quickly from the keys at the sound of the voice and he turned to see Hungary there still in her military uniform, covered with dirt and grime of battle.
“Hungary...” She walked over to him and put a hand on his forehead.
“You’ve given yourself marks.” She rubbed idly at them, willing the red lines the piano keys had left there away. He placed his hand over hers and brought the palm roughened from years of warfare to his lips and kissed it gently. She smiled.
“Thank you.”
“What are you thanking me for, I wasn’t able to win Silesia back.”
“For coming back, for protecting me.” He looked up into her eyes and saw the surprise. Her smile widened.
“Well, someone has got to do it,” she removed her hand from his, “Now I’m going to go get cleaned up and you have to figure out some way to make it up to me.” She winked, and he couldn’t help but smile as he turned back to his piano, able to play once again that she was safe within in his walls, where he, in turn, could protect her.