HetaliaxReader: Sick Day Solution (Austria)

HetaliaxReader: Sick Day Solution ~ Austria

~~~~AUTHOR'S NOTE~~~~

Sorry for the wait, I've been sick with strep throat. So here's everyone's favorite Austrian!! And to make up for the lateness....implied smut!!!
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You could envision a ringtone involving classical music playing from the phone you were calling. After all, this was Roderich Edelstein, the personification of Austria.

"Hallo [hello]?" his voice sounded bored and almost melancholy....

"H-Hi *cough* Roderich...it's me *coughcough* _______. C-Could you *cough* tell the others that I'm*coughcough* home sick?" there was a tense silence on the other end of the line, as though he was contemplating his answer.

"....stay put." *click* you stared at your phone in shock. 'Did Roderich just...hang up on me?' you couldn't believe it. Why would he do that?! Was he in a bad mod? You sighed and laid back down on the couch/sofa. The door was unlocked, so you just turned the TV channel to the Music Choice station you like most ((I love those stations and abuse them so much XD)) and waited patiently. Until...

*****AUSTRIA'S POV*****

I hung up and, after excusing myself properly, made a beeline dash for my rental car. In truth, I care deeply about _________-though I'd never admit it in front of anyone. 'She must be ill because of her living conditions...she once told me her boss in ten times worse than me when it comes to being frugal. She hardly ever eats because she has no money for food. I'm so vorried....'  I thought deeply as I drove to _________'s.

When I got to the home...well, more like a large shed...of my fellow country - and secretly, my crush - I found her front door wide open, an expensive-looking car in the driveway. 'Did someone else come to check on _____ as vell?' But then I heard an argument from inside the house. I parked and rushed inside.

"I don't CARE that you're sick! You are GOING to that meeting!"

"B-But sir, I *coughcoughcough* I-I don't want to *cougcoughhack* get anyone else sick!"

I glared at the scene in front of me angrily. _______ was being pulled off her couch/sofa by her devil of a boss...and my eyes were filled with nothing but pure, untainted RAGE. I could practically HEAR Chopin playing around me. How DARE he try to hurt mein [my] ________! Wait, did I just think that? Damnit, that idiot Prussia must be rubbing off on me...

"Sir, I'd highly suggest you release Fraulein [miss] _______. Or else I vill have to remove you from the premises by force." the disgruntled-looking man turned to me and quickly began to cower in fear. I was emitting a dark aura similar to Russia's, cracking my knuckles. I so desperately wanted to break this man's face in...constantly mistreating mein Süße [my sweet]...

"F-Fine, I'll leave... permanently! I quit! Whoever wants this worthless girl can HAVE her!" and with that, he stormed off. I turned to ______, finally, only to see her curled into a tight ball, sobbing and coughing. A deep bruise showed on her face. I leaned down to look her in the eyes...

*****YOUR POV*****

Worthless girl...

Stupid woman...

Useless, useless, USELESS!

Your boss had called you all those things before, but after awhile, you couldn't help but believe him. And now that you had been abandoned, who could ever possibly want you? You just kept sobbing between coughs.

"________...________, look at me, mein Süße....." Roderich gently pulled your hands away from your face. You didn't want him to see the bruise your boss had given you, but you were too weak to fight him. You looked him in the eyes, (e/c) meeting worried violet, and he flinched. An ugly bruise was visible on your right cheek, where your boss had hit you.

"I-I-I'm s-sorry, Roderich *coughcough*...I'm so *sob* worthless a-and stupid and-" you were cut off by soft lips being pressed into yours roughly, yet gently, with a hint of passion. For a moment, you thought you heard Beethoven playing in the background. Eventually (aka within, like, 2 seconds) you melted into the kiss. After awhile, you both parted for air, and Austria hugged you tightly, placing his head close to your ear.

"Don't say that, _________. Ich leibe dich [I love you], und [and] I vill never let you think those terrible things about yourself ever again! I should have gotten here sooner...und I should have punched that horrid man as hard as I could, if I ever see him again I promise I vill get payback for vhat he did to your beautiful face!" you blushed even redder than you currently were. He thought you were beautiful...? Wait...before that, HE LOVES YOU?!

"R-R-R-Roderich, I...I love you too...I always have..." you murmured, still in shock. The Austrian released you from his grip enough to look you in the eyes, pure shock written on his face. His little curl-thing made a heart shape, making you giggle. He noticed and covered the curl in embarrassment.

"I-In that case, ________...v-vould you...come stay vith me? I promise, my boss vill treat you far better! Und I vill never fail to protect you! So, what I mean i-is...villyoubemygirlfriendandmoveinvithme?!" He blushed and said the last part so fast it took you a few minutes to figure out what he said. When you did, you smiled and hugged him tightly.

"Roderich...yes, I'll be your girlfriend and move in with you! Thank you! I promise, I won't be a burden, I'll work like a workhorse, I swear!!" he blinked a few times, then laughed. His laugh sounded like music...

"Fraulein,  you don't have to vork THAT hard, I don't vant you getting sick again." he smiled at you and kissed your forehead before lifting you up bridal-style "I'll come back here later to pack your things, but for now, let's get you home, ja [yes]?" You nodded and snuggled into your boyfriend's shoulder...accidentally brushing against his mole, sending shivers through his entire body. You looked up and saw that his face was about 20 shades of red.

"Roderich? What's wrong?"

"You know, _________, my musical talents aren't limited to playing instruments...I compose music as well." Your face brightened innocently, not noticing the Austrian's heavy panting.

"You mean you write sheet music? Can you show me sometime?"

"Oh, I intend to..."

And MEIN GOTT, did he ever...

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