Hetalia Oneshots

Switzerland x Austria

A/N: I procrastinated and now it's late T-T Switzerland's birthday was yesterday.

Somehow Vash had found himself in Roderich's house. listening to a masterpiece being played that Roderich warned would sound like crap as he was making it up on the fly. That warning almost prompted Vash to laugh as the piece sounded about as perfect as it could be and he had no doubt Roderich would find something wrong with it. Vash loved basically everything Roderich played though, because Vash loved Roderich. He hadn't exactly told the Austrian of his feelings but he dropped so many hints it might as well be a blitz. He looked up once the music stopped, Roderich sighed.

"Sorry...that was utterly terrible." Roderich said, his forehead going to his piano causing a weird sound to emanate from it.

"No, no!" Vash said, worried that Roderich was musically embarrassed. "I thoroughly enjoyed it!" He comforted, coming to put his hand on one of Roderich's shoulders.

"No it wasn't...I tried incorporating a G Major scale but I hit a half step instead of a full step causing it to be a Minor Scale." Roderich argued. "I fail as a musician..." Vash's head swam as he tried to understand what Roderich was even upset about. He did notice a very familiar rising and falling of the Austrian's shoulders and back which exposed his crying. Vash took in a deep breath and swallowed his pride, he turned Roderich around and cupped his triangular face with his gloved hands.

"You're amazing!" He blurted out, he tried to figure out where to go from there. "Your music is astounding! I can never find anything wrong with it, it always sounds like a masterpiece. Every time I listen to you I'm in awe and I dread the moment you finish as I know I'll never get to hear that piece be played exactly as you had done. I also dread the end as I know as soon as you finish you start doing what you're doing now, you start tearing yourself apart and not giving yourself enough credit. Your work it beautiful." Vash took a deep breath. "Just like you." With that he connected their lips and hoped to a God he didn't believe in that Roderich felt the same way. When he felt arms around his neck pulling him deeper he couldn't help the sly grin on his face. When they pulled apart green eyes met purple.

"You love me?" Roderich asked, Vash rolled his brilliant eyes.

"Isn't it obvious?" He asked, pulled Roderich closer to him. "Also if I ever hear you criticizing your work like that again I will shoot you." He said, more in character. Roderich chuckled but didn't reply, the Austrian only buried himself deeper into Vash's embrace.