Historias de Edelstein

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I heard this song (after years of not hearing it) and instantly thought of Austria. Maybe it was the piano, I don't know. ANYWAY! I can't do "xReader"s very well because I always feel like information is just missing, so I put in stuff, but when reading, you can change up some of the things (name, appearance, etc) to fit you or something. Thanks for reading! (I apologize if it is terrible... It was a WHOLE lot better in my head!)

I use to have a normal, boring life. Nothing interesting. But one day, that changed. It all started behind the piano...

These are going to be drabble prizes for people who have won my contest or just some random ones that I come up with that doesn't fit into any category I have. So Hetalia, Bleach, Death Note, y'know the works :)

Can I survive

My daughter Effie and I were tidying the attic, shifting some boxes of my old things, when she came across a photo of my high school graduating year. It shows a dozen rows of sixteen year olds, each in varying states of readiness for the adult world. Some of us deadpan. Some amused. Others cocky, stoned or arrogant. Some looking like children and others like airbrushed versions of their own parents. I looked exactly like what I was; a young man who had never kissed a girl but proudly owned a large collection of ‘choose your own adventure’ novels. I’m smiling, although I know that I was not happy. Perhaps I was hysterical, having had a premonition that I would not lose my virginity for another 3 years. Or maybe it was the knowledge that our family would soon be leaving the small Suffolk town that I had once adored and relocating to Yorkshire, where I was hopeful of starting again. Not realising that you can’t run away from yourself. “Is that you?” Effie asked, pointing me out. I nodded. She smiled. “Really?” But her amusement turned to a wrinkle of concern and I saw the photo through her eyes. Transformed into a campaign poster highlighting the ravages of adolescence. My gawky features making her fearful about her future. “Who’s that?” she said, changing tack. Picking out a girl sat in the second row, pouting beneath a teetering privet of back-combed hair.

Ask me stuff

Two past allies and friends. They became enemies, and bitter regrets was all they could remember. Until they saw the painting. ~~~ ⚠️ Notes de l'auteure ⚠️ ❕C'est la première histoire que j'écris en anglais. Merci d'être compréhensifs envers moi pour les erreurs que vous pourriez trouver ! ❕Cette histoire m'a été demandée par une amie ; ayant reçu un bon retour, j'ai décidé de la partager avec vous ! ❗️ La trame de cette histoire vient de mon imagination. Le reste provient de l'imagination de Hidekaz Himaruya, auteur du manga Hetalia. ❗️ Aucune image ne m'appartient, seul le collage de la couverture a été fait par mes soins.

Roderich is a young trainer who lives in the town of Vindóbona, a small, snowy village in the Austraei region. He and his best and only friend, Erzsébet, have finally reached the moment in their lives where they are to go on their journey. The adventure can be rough, and sometimes it's smooth sailing, but they'll come to realise either way that this adventure isn't simply a journey that two children decided would be a fun idea. It's an event in history.

Just a collection of Austria/Roderich one shots!!! I hope you like them!! :D

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