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hetalia2010-09-03 10:58 pm
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Rated:PG-PG13
summary: Hungary has a crush on her boss OH NOSE!!
Pairings:Hungary/Austria, and slight Chibitalia/ Holy Roman Empire
Chapter 2
“Miss. Hungary,” Austria called out, his voice was close. I sat up straight in the bed. Damn! I overslept! Shit He’s going to kill me! This was the third time this week that Italy had cried all night, I felt sorry for the kid, but it didn’t help my punctuality. I wasn’t usually late to wake up—for all my defiant words, I rather liked the routine of the day, it was like training, but not military training—in fact I couldn’t remember a time that I hadn’t given Austria his morning tea on time. By the looks of the sun and the sound of his voice I was already quite late. I scrambled to get my clothes on, quickly stripping out of my night gown and dove into the pile of clothes, trying to find something that wasn’t stained. I heard someone knock on the door, thinking it was Italy—who lived in the same room and often saw me in my underwear—I told them to come in.
“Mi—Oh,” it was Austria, I jumped, but by reflex didn’t scream—years of military training will do that ro you, “I-I-I-I’ll...” He turned to shut the door, his face was bright red. I too was blushing, but not for having been caught dressing. That...was...so...cute! My mind buzzed, I couldn’t help it. He was just so....so...red and...innocent. I quickly dressed and suppressed my giggles. I hoped he hadn’t left yet.
“Boss?” I pushed the door open slowly, he stood there, looking like he was having a panic attack. I couldn’t help smiling, “A-are you alright?” by the end of those three words I was un able to keep from bursting into laughter.
He seemed to be brought out of his tense state by my laughter, “I’m glad you find this funny!”
“Oh come on,” I clutched my stomach, unable to hold back, “You act like you just saw a monster! I’d like to think I'm not that hideous.”
“Th-that’s...” he looked away, blushing again. I bit my lip, he was so...naive. I leaned forward, my hands behind my back.
“Am I?” I tried to look as concerned as possible, wondering what he would say.
“N-no!” he answered too quickly, “That’s not it at all!”
I felt my lips turn up into a smile, “You’re such a nice boss!” I leaned in very close gave him a big smile and then skipped off to sweep the hallways.
***
“Hungary, ve~” a soft Italian voice reached my ears, “Austria told me to help you...ve, what should I do?”
“Oh Feli,” I smiled, “You don’t have to do anything, I can handle it.” I smiled, “Go play, I’m fine, really.”
“Will you play with me?” he looked hopeful.
“Oh,” I realized something; he had no one to play with now that his lover had left, “I can’t now, but... I will if you draw me a picture...” I smiled sweetly, “It has to be very good and it should take you all day to draw it.”
“Ve~ I’ll get to it right away,” he smiled and ran off to our room where I kept some crayons on a shelf. I finished all my chores as fast as possible, and served Austria his lunch in the music room. When I came in he jumped up, blushing.
“If this is about this morning, it’s no big deal boss,” I said placing the tray on the small table by the piano.
“W-well...I...I...erm...” He looked away. I tried not to smile, he was incredibly cute. How did he manage this...innocence. Mine was gone the day I found out I was a girl—a discovery made by Prussia groping me—and I'm sure the only other country to have any sort of mental chastity was Feli, and he was...well...Feli.
The difference with Austria was that he had this need to hide the fact that he had human desires, and was extremely embarrassed when found out. I smirked and was about to do something to make him blush again when I noticed the music on the piano. “Why is it blank?” I said leaning forward over his shoulder, squinting at the empty staff.
“Can you even read music?” he asked, momentarily forgetting how terrified he was of me.
“I don’t have to be a musician to know when something is blank,” I rolled my eyes, then a thought came to me, “Are you writing a song?”
“Yes,” He said, “I suppose you’d like to hear it?” He was being scarcastic, but I was actually interested.
“Can I?” I turned to look at him and realized how close our faces were, I straightened, “I-I mean, I want to hear...what it sounds like...”
He raised his eyebrows, “Sit then,” he gestures to the piano bench, “I don’t have a title for it yet,” he avoided my gaze which made me think he was lying, but that was probably my paranoia.
The melody began as an irritated trill, then on to a commanding string of loud forte notes. After a moment it mellowed into a nice soft sound that made me think of rolling hills and sleeping Feli. There was suddenly a panicked allegro, but then that wound down and the song became sweet and melodic, a mix between the panic and the earlier mellowness. Suddenly it came to an abrupt halt.
“That’s it?” I felt myself frown.
“You liked it?” He looked at me in complete surprise.
“Well...”I said smirking, “like is a...strong word....” I was about to crush the song, when his face fell and I couldn’t bring myself to lie. “It’s the best thing you’ve ever played!” I sighed.
I can’t be sure...but I’m pretty sure he actually smiled! It was very fleeting, but for a moment his lips curled up. I felt a surge of emotion and found it hard not to lean forward and curve his lips up again once they fell back into their now-awkward position that revealed nothing. It was so beautiful when he smiled; better than when Feli smiled; better than when Gil smiled; better than when I smiled. There was something wholly different—no, special—about his smile. I looked down, and felt myself blushing. Why am I blushing?! This is way too girly! It is his entire fault!
“Miss. Hungary,” He looked concerned.
I stood up quickly, hitting myself on the piano and then falling over. I landed on my back, and he quickly ran to my side. “M-miss. Hungary?!” He leaned over me, and offered a hand to help me up. “A-are you alright?”
“I-I’m fine,” I looked away, NO NO NO! IT IS NOT CUTE THAT HE IS CONCERNED ABOUT ME!! NO I AM NOT BLUSHING! MY FACE IS WARM FROM FALLING! NO I AM NOT NERVOUS AROUND HIM AND NO THAT IS NOT WHY I FELL OVER! I AM JUST A CLUMSY PERSON I—
“Miss. Hedervary?!” He waved a hand in front of my face.
“I-I have to go play with Feli,” I said looking away, “N-nice song. O-oh yeah, don’t worry, I finished all my chores...” I walked away before he could say anything. Shit! Now he thinks I'm a total nutcase—WAIT! Who care’s what he thinks? He’s just the evil boss! I don’t care if he thinks I'm weird, as long as I'm not thrown in the cellar or something... I don’t give a crap what he thinks....right?...right!
“Ve~ Hungary~” I was welcomed by the happy smile of my cute little friend.
“Ok Feli,” I smiled sweetly, “what do you want to play?”
***
“Hungary,” Feli said to me out of the blue, “are you in love with Mr. Austria?”
“Wh-what?!” I looked up from the book I was reading—The Life and Loves of Oscar Wilde, with an emphasis on the loves—to stare at my little room mate.
“Well he was playing a song for you,” Feli said it like that was a perfectly normal explanation.
“Feli,” I sighed, closing the book, “I am nothing but the maid, it would be inappropriate for me to fall in love with the boss, and his whole damn life has to do with manners! God he is such a an uptight—”
“Ve, you’re angry, so you do like him,” Feli smiled sweetly.
“N-no I told you!” I tried to explain.
“Then why is your face so red?” he giggled. When did Feli learn so much about love? I didn’t humor him with an answer and tried to find my place in my book. Feli was right, I was in love with Austria, but no one on the planet was allowed to know that.
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