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blood_wingedTitle: If Music Be the Food of Love
Genre: General/Romance
Pairing/s: PrussiaxHungary
Characters: Prussia, Hungary, Austria
Rating/Warnings:U. Pure fluff.
Summary: Shortfic for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
chiisana00 . She asked for Prussia/Hungary fluff.
‘Plink... Plink... Plink... Plink...’
Elizabeta Héderváry clutched her camera close to her chest. The last time she had heard that kind of discordant noise coming from Austria’s piano room, she had walked in to find Roderich and Vash going at the metaphorical ‘it’ over the polished ivory. Poor Roderich hadn’t been able to look her in the eye for weeks afterwards and she hadn’t caught them since, which was disappointing, since the photos she had managed to take had all come out blurry. She crept towards the door, and peered around it to see not the sight she had expected (and somewhat hoped) to see, but rather a single, platinum-blonde haired man sat on the piano stool, tinkering almost childishly with the keys.
‘Plink... Plink... Plink... Plink...’
One hand was curled in his lap, the other, a single finger extended, was pressing keys apparently at random. The room was lit by the soft light streaming in through the large windows, highlighting the man’s hair and turning his skin a creamy white. She blinked. This was a side of Prussia that she had never seen before. He looked almost... cute. Elizabeta dropped her camera, letting it hang from the strap around her neck, and stepped inside, quietly closing the door behind her. The soft ‘tap tap tap’ of her shoes across the floor went unnoticed, and when she placed her hands lightly on Gilbert’s shoulders she felt him flinch.
“What are you doing?” she asked. “Don’t you know how to play?”
“Of course I do!” the Prussian scoffed after a moment, shrugging her hands off. “How could you think that someone as awesome as me wouldn’t know how to play a piano?”
Hungary smiled, and stepped around the stool, shunting Gilbert along it and sitting down beside him. He blinked at her, twitching away from the touch of her shoulder against his, and Elizabeta did her best to ignore the undeniable faint blush that was dusting the Prussian’s pale cheeks. She placed her hands on the keys, and smiled.
“Put your hands over mine.”
“But-”
“Just do it, Gilbert.”
The Prussian grumbled, but his heart didn’t seem to be in it, and after a moment he rested his hands tentatively on hers.
“Now, just do what I do,” she told him, feeling him carefully press his fingers down as she began to play Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata. Slowly, Gilbert relaxed, a tiny smile on his face, and when she missed a note and stopped, they both laughed.
“It’s a bit awkward like this,” Elizabeta apologised, untangling her camera strap from around her neck and putting it carefully on the floor.
“C’mere, Lizzy,” he said, scooting the stool back a little and pulling the small young woman into his lap. She squeaked and blushed, and looked at him, and he flashed a disarming grin her way, wrapping an arm around her waist to tug her close before placing his hands over hers once again. “Let’s go from the top.”
Later, when Roderich arrived home to the unmistakeable sound of his beloved piano being played (badly), his protest died on his lips as his eyes fell on the two people sat in front of it. The Austrian was certain that he had never seen an expression on Gilbert’s face quite like the one that was settled softly over it now, as he spoke quietly to the woman in his lap. She laughed, and her eyes sparkled, and turned her head to reply to what the Prussian had said. Whatever she had been meaning to say never left her lips. Their eyes locked, and suddenly Roderich felt rather voyeuristic. He backed away, telling himself that just this once, he could forgive them for touching the piano.
Genre: General/Romance
Pairing/s: PrussiaxHungary
Characters: Prussia, Hungary, Austria
Rating/Warnings:U. Pure fluff.
Summary: Shortfic for
chiisana00 . She asked for Prussia/Hungary fluff.****
‘Plink... Plink... Plink... Plink...’
Elizabeta Héderváry clutched her camera close to her chest. The last time she had heard that kind of discordant noise coming from Austria’s piano room, she had walked in to find Roderich and Vash going at the metaphorical ‘it’ over the polished ivory. Poor Roderich hadn’t been able to look her in the eye for weeks afterwards and she hadn’t caught them since, which was disappointing, since the photos she had managed to take had all come out blurry. She crept towards the door, and peered around it to see not the sight she had expected (and somewhat hoped) to see, but rather a single, platinum-blonde haired man sat on the piano stool, tinkering almost childishly with the keys.
‘Plink... Plink... Plink... Plink...’
One hand was curled in his lap, the other, a single finger extended, was pressing keys apparently at random. The room was lit by the soft light streaming in through the large windows, highlighting the man’s hair and turning his skin a creamy white. She blinked. This was a side of Prussia that she had never seen before. He looked almost... cute. Elizabeta dropped her camera, letting it hang from the strap around her neck, and stepped inside, quietly closing the door behind her. The soft ‘tap tap tap’ of her shoes across the floor went unnoticed, and when she placed her hands lightly on Gilbert’s shoulders she felt him flinch.
“What are you doing?” she asked. “Don’t you know how to play?”
“Of course I do!” the Prussian scoffed after a moment, shrugging her hands off. “How could you think that someone as awesome as me wouldn’t know how to play a piano?”
Hungary smiled, and stepped around the stool, shunting Gilbert along it and sitting down beside him. He blinked at her, twitching away from the touch of her shoulder against his, and Elizabeta did her best to ignore the undeniable faint blush that was dusting the Prussian’s pale cheeks. She placed her hands on the keys, and smiled.
“Put your hands over mine.”
“But-”
“Just do it, Gilbert.”
The Prussian grumbled, but his heart didn’t seem to be in it, and after a moment he rested his hands tentatively on hers.
“Now, just do what I do,” she told him, feeling him carefully press his fingers down as she began to play Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata. Slowly, Gilbert relaxed, a tiny smile on his face, and when she missed a note and stopped, they both laughed.
“It’s a bit awkward like this,” Elizabeta apologised, untangling her camera strap from around her neck and putting it carefully on the floor.
“C’mere, Lizzy,” he said, scooting the stool back a little and pulling the small young woman into his lap. She squeaked and blushed, and looked at him, and he flashed a disarming grin her way, wrapping an arm around her waist to tug her close before placing his hands over hers once again. “Let’s go from the top.”
Later, when Roderich arrived home to the unmistakeable sound of his beloved piano being played (badly), his protest died on his lips as his eyes fell on the two people sat in front of it. The Austrian was certain that he had never seen an expression on Gilbert’s face quite like the one that was settled softly over it now, as he spoke quietly to the woman in his lap. She laughed, and her eyes sparkled, and turned her head to reply to what the Prussian had said. Whatever she had been meaning to say never left her lips. Their eyes locked, and suddenly Roderich felt rather voyeuristic. He backed away, telling himself that just this once, he could forgive them for touching the piano.
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Date: 2010-03-03 09:41 pm (UTC)It's so cute *-* Mental image of Gilbert is to melt from *-* And Roderich's such a nice person >w<~
I wonder, for what reason, or why is Gilbert sitting at the piano and tapping random key =x Don't tell me he planned this |D
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Date: 2010-03-03 09:42 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-03-03 09:51 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-03-03 09:52 pm (UTC)*icon*
Date: 2010-03-03 10:21 pm (UTC)Good job~
Re: *icon*
Date: 2010-03-03 10:22 pm (UTC)Aaaah, the icon xD
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Date: 2010-03-04 01:03 am (UTC)Anyway, so super sweet! ♥ Loved it! > w
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Date: 2010-03-04 01:05 am (UTC)Thanks! >w<;
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Date: 2010-03-04 01:41 am (UTC)dawwww >/////< that was too cute 83 I love how cute Gilbert was acting. Good ol' Gilbo. &hearts Tis love, fee. Tis love
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Date: 2010-03-04 01:42 am (UTC)<3
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Date: 2010-07-10 12:30 am (UTC)Prussia/Hungary 4everrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!! Yay!
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And Austria like voyeuristic LOL ajajajjajajajajajajja
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Date: 2010-07-10 12:40 am (UTC)