Again {PruAus Fanfiction}

Chapter 2: Alone On the Holidays

  It had been exactly a week since Roderich had come home to find Gilbert a drunken mess in his kitchen, making an absolute mess of everything. He had tried putting him to sleep, but the albino was putting up quite a fight.

  It had just finished raining as the aristocrat walked on the dark grey concrete of his neighborhood, stepping in small rain pools, small droplets adorned his black rainboots. He clutched his purple umbrella tightly and nuzzled into his grey wool coat. It was about mid to late December, so the trees were bare with frost and the ground was damp and crunchy.

  I love you, Specs, ya know that? The slurred babblings droned on in his head. Did he really feel that was about him? It was much too hard to tell because of Gilbert's thick skull, denying everything he said after his hangover.

  He stopped at his doorstep and dug in his pockets for his keys. Couldn't risk a certain drunken albino wandering in...again. He finally found a single silver key amongst some smaller items in his pocket, and unlocked the door, making sure to wipe his boots before walking into his newly-cleaned home.

  He slipped out of his boots and coat and hung his umbrella on a coat rack beside the door. Despite the heat being on, it was freezing. Roderich shuffled to the kitchen and dug through his oak cabinets, searching for the container of cocoa Vasch made for him about a Christmas ago. He said it was his own recipe, and it wouldn't surprise the Austrian man. It was indeed very good. Upon sighting the red cylinder that contained the powder, he opened the lid and emptied about 4 spoonfulls into his favorite cream-coloured cup he got from Ludwig for his birthday two months ago. It was a nice, thoughtful, simple cup.

  Taking the cup of powder, he poured hot water into the mixture and stirred it with a small, silver spoon. He plopped a few small marshmallows in the steaming cup of cocoa and shuffled back into his roomy living room, taking a seat on the soft brownish coloured love seat.

  This was how most of his holidays go. Alone. Sure, he may be invited to the Christmas meetup all nations go to, but he wanted more. He wanted to be in a sweet relationship. Blooming, beautiful, gentle. Small kisses by a fire, cuddles on a couch, hanging up decorations. The Austrian nation traced the rim of his cup with his pointer finger and sighed thoughtfully. "Happy holidays, Roderich old boy," he mumbled to himself.

  Yes,  indeed, this was going to be a lonely Christmas. He seriously doubted he could get a girlfriend--hell, even a boyfriend--in a weeks time. He had trouble getting one otherwise! It was doing the impossible.

  He was hoping a Christmas miracle would happen to him, like in the movies. Roderich took a sip of his warm drink and looked out of his frosty window.
If only. . .

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Hello, all~! Yes, it's me again! I'm really sorry for being on such a big break, but I was busy. Sorry barely anything happens in this chapter, but our precious Prußen will return!! Kesesese~! Goodbye, lovies!¡! ^3^