Hetalia oneshots

(Canada x austria)

Roderich blew a small wisp of warm air, high up into the clear night sky.

He was late. 

Not him, goodness no. He was always punctual. The man he was waiting for, however...

Not that he minded, of course. He had spent many long years alone, contemplating the existence of those living their lives around him - as well as, of course, his own life. He hadn't needed anyone - himself and his own thoughts had been more than enough to stave off the loneliness. Closing himself off and pushing them all out of his heart had helped, and in the end, he had promised himself that he wouldn't let himself get swept away like that again.

And yet here he was, waiting like a love-struck fool on the steps of that damn, adorable man's house.

You really are an idiot, he scolded himself.

Taking in a deep breath, he could faintly smell the sickly sweet scent of Maple Syrup. That man probably ate breakfast on the porch every Sunday, relishing in the warmth of the morning light, drowning his pancakes in the sweet substance. The sunlight probably reflected on both the syrup and his beautiful wavy blonde hair, giving off an ethereal glow, framing his content violet eyes.

God he would give anything to see that, with his own arms wrapped gently around the other's shoulders.

Matthieu probably smelled like Maple, too.

Sighing, he lifted his eyes up once more to gaze longingly at the stars. Perhaps one day, he would work up the courage to express his feelings. Perhaps one day, they would sit together every Sunday, relishing in the morning light.

Or perhaps not.

Either way, there were many long hours to endure before the climax of their tentative relationship. Be it rejection or acceptance, time would again tell.

Roderich's melancholy silence was broken by the quiet huffing and puffing of another man's breath, along with the steady beat of running footsteps. Suddenly, The pounding on the pavement stopped, and deep velvet eyes looked up to meet cautious violet.

"R-Roderich..." A quiet voice acknowledged the man sitting upon his steps. The corners of Roderich's mouth lifted up ever so slightly when he took in Matthieu's appearance. Hair ruffled, glasses askew - beautiful.

"Matthieu." He stated, standing up from his now warmish spot. He closed his eyes as he stretched a little, before once again resting them on the man standing before him.

"You're late."

Matthieu suddenly grew even more flustered than he already was, fidgeting and stuttering in his stance. "I-I-I'm sorry, Roderich! I-It's just that Al wanted to go drinking with Gilbert, but Arthur -" 

"Don't worry, I understand that it wasn't your fault," Roderich replied, placing his right hand gently on Matthieu's shoulder. For some reason, he could never bring himself to get mad at Matthieu. "Love is blind", after all.

The Canadian sighed in relief, smiling ever so gently. "Thank you... again."

Roderich longed to stroke that smile of his, to trace lines along that soft looking skin. He even brought his hand up from Matthieu's shoulder as if to do so, but made out as if there was a bug obscuring his vision.

"Sorry Matthieu, there was... an insect," Roderich stated, voice betraying none of the emotions that he felt. He had almost gone to move his hand back to its rightful place beside him until something warm abruptly stopped it.

"No."

Roderich raised his eyebrows. "What?"

Matthieu had pressed his mouth into a fine line, concentration evident in his features. He had wrapped both of his hands firmly around Roderich's own. Roderich tried his hardest to disguise the color filling onto his cheeks, but his defenses were failing. Matthieu averted his eyes, however, continued to hold on with surprising strength.

"No, Roderich. I don't think that's what you meant to do. I'm not blind." Matthieu lifted his gaze to Roderich's briefly, before flicking his eyes back down to the ground.

Roderich did a mental double take. Surely he didn't mean... but he must have! What else could that have meant? 

"..."

They stood in silence for a few seconds before Roderich decided to take a leap of faith. Breathing in a shaky breath, he lifted his left hand and gently stroked Matthieu's cheekbone.

Matthieu shivered at Roderich's soft touch, leaning into the circles being traced onto his cheek. Roderich's heart was beating into overdrive, and he was sure Matthieu could hear it, but all the same, he leaned in closer.

"Matthieu?" Their noses were barely a centimeter apart

The man in question looked up, fear and anticipation clear in his eyes.

"Please kiss me, Roderich."

Roderich immediately pressed his long alone lips onto the quivering ones before him. 

Roderich knew what the others would say about them, and no doubt Matthieu did too. However, the sparks that flew and the night that followed convinced him that he just didn't care. He knew that Matthieu had been alone for a long time, just like him. Two lost souls reaching for comfort in each other's arms. The love that they had would last, he could feel it.

Perhaps life didn't have to be as lonely as he'd assumed.

Perhaps reaching out to another is better than fighting alone.

Perhaps that coming morning, they could sit together on that porch, relishing together in the taste of Maple Syrup and the gentle touch of the morning light.

.... this is my top lol not many people ship this but whatever

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