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~Good Morning~ Austria x Reader

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Austria - Roderich Edelstein


     ___ ___ did not move, despite the fact that she had noticed someone sitting beside her. She was feeling ill - extremely ill - from all the drinks she had last night. She would not even be surprised if her Country was suffering the background for her drowning herself in ale. It had taken almost all of the ale for ___ to finally get drunk enough not to understand what was going on. Now, she was suffering from it. The (h/c)-haired girl let out a moan, covering her face with Alfred's pillow. The sun seeping in from the window blared harshly against her (e/c) orbs, and it was certainly uncomfortable. She let a shiver shake her body as she buried her face completely between the mattress and the pillow.

     A sigh, followed by the weight of the comforter over her head, brought ___ to peer out of the pillow ever so slightly. Roderich Edelstein - Ludwig Beilschmidt's 'snooty' neighbor - was sitting on a chair beside Alfred's bed. He - despite the fact he was being watched - continued to wipe his glasses on a gently scratch of fabric. ___ had only met Roderich once before, at Ludwig's house many years ago (way back into the World Wars).  ___ could distinctly remember the Austrian telling her off for not helping him explain to Ludwig that Mozart had been from Austria (whether or not he was right, she refused to help him; especially because Ludwig was her best friend).

     She sat up, bringing the comfort around her body and head to block the sunlight. Roderich finally looked down at her, a questioning look on his face. Neither were exactly sure how to greet each other (as far as ___ knew, he didn't know her name, either).

     ___ made a slight face, "Mozart was from Austria,' she stated simply, 'But Beethoven was from Germany, and moved to Austria. I just...thought you should know that I know my composers."
     Roderich stared at her for a moment, "What are you speaking of?' he paused - before stating: 'Oh! I understand. You're Ludwig's friend... ___...was it?"

     She nodded, looking down at her hands. The two sat in almost an uncomfortable silence, merely thinking about what else they could be doing. ___ really wanted to go home, but she thought it might be rude to leave someone all alone. Unfortunately, Roderich was thinking the same. Almost five minutes after their awkward question, there was a knock on Alfred's bedroom door. The American peered in, frowning slightly at the sight of how far apart the two were sitting. Both ___ and Roderich were uncomfortable to be together for so long.

     "Hey, dudes,' Alfred chirped, 'There's breakfast on the table if you want it - Francis and Yao were hungry. So, come on down if you're interested in morning sausages, pancakes, and hash-browns."
     ___ perked up at the sounds of all the breakfast foods, "Did Mattie make the pancakes? He makes the best pancakes, I swear,' she asked quickly, 'And was the breakfast sausage made by-?"
     "Yeppers~ Mattie made the pancakes, and Ludwig made the sausages. Your truly made the hash-browns,' he winked, 'There's also fried eggs, toast, bacon, and omelets if you don't want any of the previous mentioned foods."

     ___ spared no time in sliding out of bed, leaving Roderich to stare at her. Then again, he was hungry too. Deciding to walk down with her, he stood up. Together, ___ and Roderich made their way down into the dining room - no doubt starving. Many of the Countries were all ready gathered together and eating. Nearly the moment they entered the dining room, Austria was approached by Hungary. ___ ignored this and went and sat down beside Ludwig and Gilbert (bad mistake if she wanted sausage and hash-browns). Fortunately, Ludwig had stopped his brother from eating the last few pieces so she could have some if she so desired. ___ began to pile food on her plate, including the sausages (whether or not she would eat them).

     Just as she was about to bite into some of the toast, Gilbert nudged her elbow, "Psst, Frau, you should totally give me your breakfast wurst,' he stated, 'I'll not spread your pictures around if you do. Just two of them, please?"
     "Nein,' she snapped back, 'I only have two sausages, and if you eat them all, I won't get any. 'Sides, aren't you getting a little chubby, Gilly?"

     The Prussian and the (nationality) began to bicker over the sausages, defending themselves. As they argued over who deserved it, Roderich sat across from her, deciding to eat some of the food as well. He tried to avoid looking at either of them, not wanting to be involved like poor Ludwig had been dragged into. When he did look up, he noticed ___'s nose dripping blood slightly. Gilbert stopped his rant for a moment, staring. Even Ludwig was surprised to see her nose bleeding, but it seemed ___ did not notice. Roderich sighed, picking up one of the many napkins.

     "Your nose is bleeding, Miss ___,' he leaned forward, 'Here, just...let me assist you."

     The Austrian gently patted her face with the napkin, as if it were an everyday thing. ___'s cheeks went pure red at this, and she looked as if she was ready to explode in embarrassment. Once Roderich pulled back and placed the bloodied napkin on the table, Gilbert looked back to his friend. His own face was dully red.

     "Are you having problems in your Country?' he asked, 'It's obviously not that big of a problem...but I was wondering if you're struggling at all, or somethin'."
     ___ gently kicked the floor, "Not with my Country, no,' she replied, 'I'm just stressed out about every little thing, is all. No worries, it'll get better soon. I won't get sick this time, don't you worry!"
     "You said that last time you and (boy's name) had a fight, liebling,' Ludwig added, 'And you were so sick from the stress of your Country, school, and with relationship problems you had to be admitted into the hospital. At least depend on your Allies for a little bit, ja?"

     Her face still stained red, she pushed the sausages onto Roderich's plate - her way of saying 'thanks for wiping my nose'. Gilbert let out a small, annoyed sigh at this. He had really been hoping to get her sausages. Ludwig smacked the back of his brother's head, causing it to strike the breakfast plate. Several other Countries looked up from the clatter, but soon continued eating again. ___ pushed around her food now, having lost her appetite. She wondered if she and her boyfriend were on a break, or really broken up.

     "I can offer you my assistance, if desired,' Roderich said, 'We wouldn't want you to end up in the hospital again. You really shouldn't risk your health just to get all your work done."
     Ludwig sent a slight glare to Roderich, "Just because you slack off a lot, doesn't mean you'll avoid getting overworked, you know,' he stated, 'If anyone is helping ___ with her Country work, it'll be Gilbert and I. We all ready split our work between us. We could handle half hers."
     Roderich rolled his eyes, "If you must know, Ludwig, I did all of North Italy's work, and my own for a while,' he replied calmly, 'And also, Mozart was from Austria."

      Suddenly, ___ wished she had not said anything at all. Ludwig and Roderich had begun bickering on who would help her with work, and where Mozart was from originally. She decided to leave while the Germans were bickering, it would be for the best. She excused herself from the table, taking her plate into the sink where Matthew and Alfred were chatting about hockey. She bid them farewell and left the way she came.

     Within the three hours after she had gotten home, ___ had gotten six phone calls from Gilbert. He had been complaining about how his brother would not stop arguing with Roderich, and how she was to blame. She had even offered the Prussian to stay at her apartment for the night if it meant he could stop calling her. Hence, she was cleaning the guest bedroom up. ___ finished making the bed, grinning at how quick she had actually set up the room. She had not expected to be done for at least another hour or so (especially because she was feeling extremely ill). She wiped her brow, hating how hot her apartment naturally was. The warmth had gotten so bad, ___ had to take her shirt off to cool down.

     A knock on her door caused ___ to scurry from the room to actually put on a shirt. She flailed her arms slightly, grabbing a blanket off the couch instead. The (h/c)-head unlocked the door and flung it open, expecting the obnoxious Prussian. Instead, a mad-looking Austrian stood there, arms crossed over his chest as she stood in the doorway. When she opened the door, however, he immediately entered without a problem.

     "I've been kicked out of the house,' he said plainly, 'Ludwig and I had a falling out, and now I have to stay here for the night. If that's okay, (I'm not really giving you a choice, so I would just agree)."
     ___'s face was once again bright red, "Y-yes, that's fine!' she chirped, 'I-it's okay if you stay her for the night...just make yourself at home...I need to...do something."

     The (nationality) girl ran to her bedroom, closing the door behind her. She would have immediately dropped the blanket wrapped around her shoulders if it weren't for the man sitting on her bed. ___ let out a scream of surprise, falling against the door. She heard a clatter of footsteps rushing toward her bedroom and there was a brief knock and a: "Are you okay?" from Roderich.

     "WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY ROOM, YOU PERVERT!"

     ___ took no time in punching Gilbert in the jaw and knocking him to the ground. The Prussian glared up from where he was sitting, hand on the side of his face. ___'s bedroom door opened and Roderich appeared. His violet eyes fastened into a glare at the sight of Gilbert.

     "Have you no shame, Prussia?' Austria snorted, 'Just go back home to your darling brother and leave ___ and I alone for the night."
     Gilbert stared, "You guys aren't going out, are you?"
     "N-NO!"
     "Nein!"

     ___ and Roderich sat on the couch, watching the television flick through the controllers. It appeared that Ludwig had shouted his head off at Gilbert too, and thus the Prussian was staying over as well. ___ had half a mind to just go to Alfred's house and just bunk with him - at least they were comfortable with each other. Gilbert let out a bored grunt, leaning his head on ___'s lap as he continued to flick through the channels. She was staring at the book in her hand, trying to ignore the sound of the television changing channels, and of Roderich humming ever so slightly. She flicked onto the next page, almost readying to go to bed if this was going to continue.

     "Ah, ___?' Roderich whispered, 'You look really tired, I think you should go to sleep."
     Gilbert looked up to his female friend, "Ja, Frau, you really need some rest,' he agreed, 'After having a week of no sleep, I don't want to keep you up even longer."

     ___ nodded, moving out from underneath of Gil. She placed her book on the coffee table and disappeared down the hall, leaving Roderich and Gilbert alone. The Prussian yawned slightly, about to get up himself to sleep. However, Roderich had seized the cuff of his sweater.

     "Why hasn't ___ been sleeping well?' he questioned, 'Would it be the same reason why she is so stressed?"
     Gilbert grinned slightly, "Haha, just ask her yourself, if you want to know,' he paused, 'Actually, she'd probably start crying again if you did. You see ___ and her boyfriend broke up a few days ago, and even though she acts fine, she's suffering. ___'s the type of frau that would lock all her emotions up and let them come out later. Now, gute nacht."
     "Ja, ja, gute nacht."

     Gilbert disappeared in the opposite direction ___ had. Deciding to wish her a good night too, Roderich stood up and strutted toward her bedroom door. He gently pushed it open, spotting ___ at her dresser, brushing her hair. The Austria hesitated before walked forward. He stood behind her for a moment, face flushing slightly. He was compelled to touch her, wanting to comfort her someway and somehow. Roderich wrapped his arms around her shoulders, causing ___ to freeze in place.

     "Don't let it hurt you so much, ___,' he whispered, 'I know we don't know each other very well, but I don't want to see you so sad, okay?"

I'm not sure how I did. It was my first time doing Austria, but I'm not angry with how it turned out. Actually, I like how I portray Austria quite a bit. I think I keep an essence of his true character, and add some traits in, seeing we don't know overly alot about him. I've always portrayed Austria being the type of man - even if he's a grump-ass at times, and a snobby nobleman at others - I think he would be sweet to someone he's attached to.
I think he would play music for lovers, and compose songs :3
So, I imagine that when he has female friends or someone he likes, that he would try to be gentle and sweet
because Austria's like a gentleman too, but one who is more...inclined to like the richer things of life
:3

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SlimSparkles's avatar
Gah, Austria, an old favorite of mine, we meet again.  It's nice to see this, hardly anyone writes for him, and I really like his character for whatever reason, im not sure.