Hetalia One-Shots

AusSwiss : Roommates

"Wer reitet so spät durch Nacht und Wind?
Es ist der Vater mit seinem Kind;
Er hat den Knaben wohl in dem Arm,
Er faßt ihn sicher, er hält ihn warm..."

  The peaceful melody written by Schubert flowed throughout the room. A young college student closed his eyes and lightly bobbed his head from side to side. He opened them once more and began to write down notes one after the other on a partition, inspired by the great musician's composition.

  Suddenly, his tranquil world of classical music was disturbed as the room's door burst open. "RODERICH!" yelled his roommate, stomping his feet as he entered. The brunette sighed and turned off the music coming from a record player. "What is it Vasch?" Roderich's friend glared at him. He had light green eyes and blond hair. His hair was cut on one side leaving the other side shoulder length. On the ear that was uncovered were many rings and metal bars passing through the skin. His face too had some peircings, one ring on his eyebrow and one on his bottom lip. He wore a leather jacket with a black shirt. His dark blue jeans were ripped and he wore black sneakers.

  "What is it? What is it! Your music Roddy! Today's my day, you can't go and put you're classical shit on your vinegar report player!" shouted Vasch as he stood behind the brunet. Roderich sighed again and brushed back his perfectly combed hair. "It's a vintage record player," corrected the musician. "And you weren't even in the room, how could it bother you?" Vasch slammed his hand on Roderich's desk and hovered him from behind. "Your damned music is a torture for my ears! I have to mentally prepare myself before I can hear it! That's why you can play your stuff on your day, not mine."

  "Fine, sorry..."

  Vasch turned around and slumped on his bed. He laid on his back and crossed his arms angrily. Now he was in a bad mood. He shifted and observed his four-eyed roommate at his desk. His back was facing the blond and he was busy writing. Vasch's eyes wandered and fell on a small box at the brunet's feet. He propped himself up on his elbows and stretched out one arm.

  "Hey what's this?" He already grabbed the box and pulled it towards him. He took a small book and brought it back to his bed. "An album my mother sent me. She said it was so I wouldn't forget home or something. I haven't read it yet but you can go ahead." Vasch didn't hesitate and immediately opened the album. He flipped through the pages and saw old pictures of Roderich with his family as he was a kid. He burst out laughing as he saw some of the photos. "Oh my god Roddy! You should see your face! And here! You liked Barbies?"

  The brunet blushed but kept a straight face. "They were my cousin's. I must have been taken at an inconvenient moment," explained Roderich, keeping his eyes on his work. Vasch continued laughing as he turned the pages. His laughter died down at once as he fell on a certain page. The page was filled with pictures of him and Roderich as they were kids. There was one where they were eating ice cream whilst they were four. Roderich had his face completely smeared with chocolate ice cream as Vasch was laughing with strawberry sorbet in his hair.

  Another one was when they went to a water park at seven years old and Vasch had sprayed water on Roderich with a gun. The brunet had got some water in his eyes and ran off crying. The picture was of Roderich running while rubbing his eyes as Vasch trailed behind looking sorry and trying to comfort his friend.

  The funniest was the one where they stood next to each other with their hands behind their backs and wide grins. They had paint all over themselves, on their hair, face, clothes and every inch of their skin. Behind them was a rainbow colored chaos. They had had a little fight when Roderich had "ruined" Vasch's "master piece". Their mothers were extremely angered but had a good laugh as well.

  The most embarrassing for Vasch was the last one. They were about five at that time. Vasch held Roderich in a tight embrace as he kissed his right cheek. Roderich held onto Vasch's arms which were laced around him. The brunet was glancing at the green eyed boy with was flustered gaze. Vasch had his eyes squeezed shut and was smiling happily through the kiss.

  Vasch contemplated the image nostalgically. Roderich noticed his roommate had stopped making fun of his younger self and was intrigued. "What is it? Found something interesting?" The blond slammed the album shut as a red blush spread across his pale face. "Nothing. This album is shitty. You should throw it away immediately," stated Vasch crossing his arms again. Roderich turned around on his chair and eyed his friend suspiciously. "Really? Without even looking through it?" Vasch turned his head in attempt to hide his blush. "Yes. Especially without looking through it."

  Roderich smiled, amused. "Well how about you keep it, you know, for blackmail." Vasch thought it over and grabbed the album once more. "You know what? I'll do just that! I'll keep it. But for blackmail, huh, not for personal reasons," declared the blond. "Yes, yes, of course."

  "By the way you were ugly when you were young."

  "Are you implying that I'm not anymore?"

  "What?? No! I–..."

  "I'm just joking."

  "Yeah, I knew that..."

  "..."

  "Hey Roddy..."

  "Yeah?"

  "You are better looking now. I mean, at least you don't look like a donkey ate your face anymore."

  "Uh... Okay..? I'll take that as a compliment, I guess... Thanks."

  "Now don't talk to me. Your taste in music might rub off onto me."

  "As if that were ever going to happen... But whatever, sure. You can play your ABCD thing if you like."

  "It's ACDC! And it's okay... You can finish Schubert's Erlkönig first..."

  "Since when do you recognize the songs?"

  "Shut up and put your shit before I change my mind."

  "Okay, okay. There. Vasch?"

  "What?"

  "Thanks."

  "Whatever."