Austria x Reader - Pt 2.

Austria ( Roderich ) X Reader ( You )

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Notice : Hetalia and its characters belong to Hidekaz Himayura !

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READER'S POV --

You grab Austria's hand and then run off, dragging him behind you.

"_-____! Calm down, please. We can walk normal," Austria begs you. He sure was a polite gentleman. It was a wonder why he liked to hang around you, the hyper, fast-paced girl.

"Oh fine then," you say, disappointed before slowing down and walking with him, but still holding his hand. This causes his face to glow reddish, but you're too busy ooh-ing and ahh-ing at your surroundings to notice.

AUSTRIA'S POV --

You noticed she was still holding her hand, and you gripped her hand, too. She didn't notice, which was nice because you were currently blushing insanely hard.

"So, Roddy. Where are we going?" ______ asks you, turning to see your somewhat pink face. She tries to press a hand against your forehead, but you take her hand lightly and lower it.

"Please… don't," you say before continuing forward towards your house with your left hand still grasping _______'s right hand.

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READER'S POV --

You and Austria arrive at his house soon enough and you walk in. You smile and then crash on his insanely fancy couch. He simply shakes his head and sighs before looking at the time. It was almost suppertime, and you decided you'd make a meal for Austria and yourself.

"Yo, Roddy," you say trying to get his attention. He looks over at you with a 'what?' kind of expression. "I'm going to make some supper for us tonight, okay?" He smiles at you and nods before walking away, probably going to play piano. You loved his piano playing. It was beautiful and told a story, though the story was usually one of sadness or lost. That was just what he liked to play though, and you couldn't judge him because you didn't have that sort of musical skill.

AUSTRIA'S POV --

You walk into the piano room and sit at the seat by the piano. You crack your fingers slightly before moving them across the keys, pressing down in certain spots. The music flowed out of you, and took you to that dreamland you get in to when you play. It was like the music was playing itself.

READER'S POV --

You hear Austria start to play and you hum along to the song. You continue to hum as you get the needed ingredients for the dish you were to prepare. For a second you wondered if Hungary would be joining you two, but then you remembered what Austria had said on the way here. She was off visiting some other country. You couldn't exactly remember which one, but that wasn't necessary. To be honest, you were kind of glad she was away, because you never really liked here.