Finding Love (China x Female Reader x Japan)

The Lost Frying Pan

The following day...

I was walking down the corridor with a stack of papers in my hand. Ludwig had to deliver them to Mr. Roderich but suddenly got an urgent call from his boss and had to go meet him. So I offered to deliver them myself.

After yesterday's warm welcome, I felt more cheerful and glad to be back. The sky outside looked brighter than usual too. Faint chirping of the birds matched with the pleasant weather outside.

"A perfect day," I thought, smiling, while light-heartedly humming to myself.

I had almost reached Mr. Roderich's room which was right around the corner, when something caught my eye.

Miss Elizabeta was outside her room, looking for something in the homeplant by her doorway. She carefully pulled the stem aside and peered in.

I watched in confusion and decided to go ask her.

"Is there something wrong, Miss Elizabeta?"

The Hungarian woman let out a shriek before looking back and noticing me. She let out a sigh of relief when she saw it was just me.

"Yes, dear. I was actually searching for something," she said while getting up.

"May I help you? What was it?" I asked her.
"W-Well..."

She averted her gaze and nervously smiled. "I was actually searching for my frying pan," she laughed.

"Frying pan?" I looked at her, surprised.

She nodded.

Come to think of it, Mr. Roderich did once mention about Miss Elizabeta always carrying her frying pan around with her. Was it that important?

"Umm, if you don't mind me asking, was that frying pan important to you?" I asked, frowning with concern.

"Oh no! Not at all! I just keep it with me for emergencies," she waved her hand in front of her.

Her eyes then landed on the papers I was carrying.

"Where are you taking them?" she asked.

I suddenly realized that I was supposed to give them to Mr. Roderich. "Oh! I almost forgot about this! I am bringing them to Mr. Roderich on Ludwig's behalf," I told her.

"Mr. Austria? Then I will come with you," she beamed.
"Sure," I smiled.

We walked towards the Austrian man's room which wasn't too far from Miss Elizabeta's room.

"Miss Elizabeta, do you often go to see Mr. Roderich in his room?" I asked her.
The wavy-haired woman turned a dark shade of crimson in the cheeks and stammered. "W-What? I-I...w-well...not always..."

She lowered her head while still blushing deeply.

I softly giggled looking at Miss Elizabeta like that. "Oh, here we are."

We stood in front of Mr. Roderich's door. I went up to it and knocked. A few moments later, the said man opened the door.

"Good afternoon," he smiled.

Then his eyes fell on a still blushing Miss Elizabeta standing behind me.

"Miss Hungary, you're here too," he said.

I noticed his gaze somehow softened on seeing her.

"Y-Yes, Mr. Austria. I met (Y/n) on her way," she shyly replied.

I turned to Mr. Roderich and handed him the papers. "This is all Ludwig gave me," I said. He checked some of the papers on top and smiled.

"Thank you very much for your help," he gave a small bow.