You have been looking at your fingers for quite some time now. Not paying attention to the teacher during the lesson has brought you in this awkward situation in the first place. You liked music, a lot. And you were willing to spend most of your day listening to music.
There were just 2 problems right now.
First problem: You absolutely weren’t into Mozart.
Second: You have to get over 2 hours of this penetration, till the teacher would allow you to set foot into freedom, called weekend.
It was Friday. You had to get over detention. You HATED classical music.
And to top it off.
Music teachers tend a lot to do things, especially playing music you don’t like. ESPECIALLY on you.
Your second attempt in putting your headphones into your ears has made your mobile phone and iPod vanish, and you had to be standing right in front of your Austrian music-teacher, while he was playing the piano. You bit your lip while trying to focus on standing straight, or mostly straight it seemed. „(y/n).“ You looked up in surprise.
So the gentleman got finished earlier today.
„You are allowed to go home now. It’s weekend after all.“
You shrugged and put up your bag while pulling on one of your (h/c) curls, that has been hanging in your sight for quite some time now.
You were about to pick up your precious electronic when Roderich stood right behind you. „If it were me, I would keep this for the next weeks. So you better be happy.“ All he had to do was staring a hole in your back to get you to shudder. Then you turned your head towards him, while putting your mobile-phone in your bag.
„So… good weekend then, I guess?“ You raised your eyebrow and looked at him. You wouldn’t allow anybody to know, but you had something like a slight crush on that guy. He was young enough to be your brother AND he was handsome too. But hey, he was your teacher so never mind. With a last look in the room, with him standing in the middle, looking at you, you rushed out of the school.
It was in the middle of March, which means winter wasn’t gone but spring didn’t want to come out yet too. You fumbled your iPod out of your jacket and put your headphones into your ears, while searching for some music you were willing to listen.
‘No crappy Mozart!’, you thought to yourself with a victorious smile on your face.
But your luck wouldn’t last long.
Suddenly Mother Hulda decided to be moody and a punch of snow literally crashed down on the earth and you.
“BLOODY HELL!”, you shouted, while trying to get under the rooftop of some house. “How is that even possible?!” You had two options.
Again, number two wasn’t your friend.
First: Stand there and freeze to the ground.
Second: Go ahead home, and freeze to the ground on your way.
You bit your lip, happened quite often this day, and looked to the sky.
There sure was option three but it would concern one of your brothers and you wouldn’t want one of them to come here to pick you up. Arthur would shout at you, while letting down his gentlemanlike attitude, Allistor would be drunk while shouting at you and Seamus and Ceylin would only laugh and hang up the phone.
Yes, lovely brothers you have there.
But when it came to serious problems, all of them would stand up to help you, no matter what.
Sadly THIS wasn’t a serious problem in their eyes.
You sneezed and took a look at the time.
You were about to start cursing again, when suddenly a car drove by and inside the car, after letting down the window, was, oh what surprise, your music teacher Roderich.
“What?”, clumsy you were you asked.
He glared coldly at you. “I suppose you need a ride, otherwise you will be freezing to death, wasch.” There he goes again.
‘I rather die here than letting me drive home from this idiot.’ You lowered your brows and shrugged. “Maybe.”
“Get in.” The window went up again and you opened the door, sighting.
The car was heated and so your seat was. After some time in silence, only the snow outside and you sighting several times, Roderich looked at you. “(y/n). Why do you hate me and my music this much?” You have already put out one of your headphones earlier, so you do every time when a person you would have to talk to is near, now you looked at him in surprise. “Well, I don’t know. Not against you, more something against the music..” You cuddled yourself deeper in your jacket and looked at the road. “And why is that?” Again you simply shrugged and told him to stop, because you were in front of your house.
“Well then thank you.” You pushed the door open and literally flew out of the car, directly in the snow. You got up again and cursed your whole way to the door, only to find out it was closed.
Have I already mentioned your lovely brothers? Yes?
“As I can see, you won’t get in there.”
Fuck no, Mr Obvious.
You grunted and looked at the Austrian grimly. “Nope.”
“Then I will take you home with me.” He turned around and went back to the car.
“Seems like i-…. What?!” You stumbled over your own foot and blinked at him in surprise.
Option four: Invading your music teacher’s house and getting laid.
… Never mind. Your thoughts went off-road.
About three minutes of cursing and ranting later, you admitted that there was no way you could get into your home without a key or your brothers who were nowhere to be found.
You got into the car the second time of the day and murmured.
You saw a slight smile on the face of the Austrian as he started the car and some music.
God, just what did you do to deserve this?
Little did you know that your brothers had set this up for you.
__________________Le time skip brought to you by Austria’s angry piano_____________________
Your music-teacher’s house was not only big, but beautiful and tidy too. And in nearly every second room you went through, stood a piano.
‘Freak’, you thought, but still couldn’t help yourself to imagine him playing.
Something you like, this time, of course.
You sat on the sofa in the living room and put off your jacket.
You were only sitting there in your tank-top and trousers, of course, but you weren’t freezing. Thank God, he did have a heater.
Even for the floor.
“Do bitte.” Roderich came back from the kitchen with a tablet. He put down one cup of tea in front of you and one in front of himself. He did the same with the cake too. You began to shuffle down your cake and cupped the tea-cup, hell no, with your hands to warm them up.
“Well then… you live here alone?” That’s TOTALLY the way to get a guy. Your inner self face palmed. He nodded, while taking a zip of his tea. Even at home he was kind of reserved. Suddenly he got up and put down his glasses. “I’m going to get changed. Try and phone your Briada.” Before you could response he had already left the living room.
You lay down on the sofa and began to play with your phone. Even if you would try, these idiots wouldn’t pick up. You knew it already.
You still tried to phone Allistor but guess what: “‘ello there lass. Ah’m nae home.” Then he hung up. Arthur didn’t even bother to pick up, maybe he was with that American douchebag again. And your stupid as hell twin brothers only giggled some bricks of some sentences, while trying not to burst out in laughter.
Just as you were about to slam your phone against the wall, Roderich came back.
His hair was a mess and he wore ordinary clothes; a shirt and some jogging-trousers.
He looked down at you and you looked up at him. “Did someone pick up?” You shook your head. “Nae.” He murmured something, than sat down besides your head. “Und hetz?” You looked up at him und shrugged.
Well.. most of the time he said something you didn’t have a clue what he meant. So it depended on your luck to response right.
Roderich looked out of the window, only to see pitch black and some, many as fuck, snowflakes searching their way down to the earth.
“I guess it would be better if you stay here over night.”
Then again nobody said something. You were staring in each other’s eyes.
“You don’t need your glasses?” You raised a brow and pointed with your chin to the table.
“They are only accessories. Otherwise I don’t look like anything.” He leaned back and put your head in his lap. “Oh okay.” You replied and looked at the ceiling.
‘What the bloody hell is he doing?!’ You narrowed your brows and looked at him. “You’re alright?”
“Of course. Why do you ask?”, he began to stroke your hair and looked inside your (e/c) orbs.
“Well yeah whatever.” You sat up and got some space in between you.
‘Seriously, what is it with this guy all of a sudden?!’
He cupped your cheeks and drew closer, bringing yourself under him.
He brought his lips down on yours and waited for some response.
You were about to punch his balls with your knee, when he let go of you and buried his face beside your head.
“I’m sorry but.. how am I supposed to hold back when you are so close to me?” He took your hands and held them close.
“W-Well I don’t know?” You stuttered and tried to get away.
You had had a crush on him for quite some time. You just couldn’t handle his moves all of a sudden.
He sat up and looked at you, his cheeks were slightly pink.
“I just wanted you to know that.. I mog di wirklich sea.. na..“ He leaned back and pulled you on his upper body. Then he put his arms around your waist and he whispered in your ear.
“I lieb di, (y/n).”
You stuttered, your face could make even Toni’s tomatoes and your older brother’s hair jealous. “I-I don’t re-really know w-what you’re ta-talking about.” You hoped he said what you wanted him to say.
He sighted. “I said that I love you.”
“I-Is that so?”
He held you close and buried his face in your neck.
“Yes it is. Your answer, Liebe?” Roderich took your chin and held up your head a bit, so he could see you blushing.
“Hell I know.. maybe.” You murmured into your invisible beard and looked away.
He chuckled and pulled up to you to bring your lips down on his.
And because it is quite some weird lovestory, I allow your brothers to stalk you from outside the window.
In the snow storm.
Minus 4o degree. Kolkolkolkol.