"I Give Up! I Give Up, You Win!"

"I give up! I give up, you win!"

Erzsébet found him sitting behind the grand wing while he was playing a gentle tune, although the music seemed to lack its usual grace. Like he wasn’t focused on it and that worried her, he was always focused on his music.

So she hurried over to him as fast as she could without running. Roderich disliked it when she did that, besides she wasn’t that tomboy anymore. She was a woman now and she would behave like it.

Sensing her besides him, his fingers slowly came to a stop above the keys and the room grew quiet. Just as Erzsébet was about to ask him why he had asked to see her when he spoke. “I give up!”

While she had no idea what he meant, Roderich rose from the piano bench. Standing before her, her beloved finally looked at her and told her “I give up, you win.”

The man took her hand into his own and began speaking. “Your people have been creating a lot of problems within my empire, Elisabeth.” The brunette was well aware of this herself, but she still loved this man.

“They’re angry with me and want you to have a better position within my home. My bosses have at last agreed to this.” And with his other hand, he gently placed a ring on her finger. An engagement ring.

“After our wedding, we’ll form the dual monarchy of the Austrian-Hungarian empire.”

For a moment, she was in shock. “How do I not know this? Why haven’t my people told me this!?”

“That is because I requested that I’d tell you myself, since I will soon be your husband.”

With that said, Roderich returned to his music and Erzsébet was a soon to be bride.

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Prompt "I give up! I give up, you win!" (and a bit of the prompt "I wish I had a say in this.") for @hetalia-aushun-week

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Prompt tulip & edelweiss for @hetalia-aushun-week.

Prompt Sea for @hetaberia-week

Canada had known the Netherlands for a long time now.

From the days Madeline was still overprotected by either France or Britain and both had told her Holland was this scary monster figure lurking in the shadows.

Their bedtime stories had frightened her then but the only thing she truly remembered about the other European nation was the scar that had caught her attention at some fancy party, even though both Francis and Arthur had taught her not to stare.

She only really got to know him long after that time, during his time of need. The actual man, not the shadow monster. His royal family fled to the relative safety of Arthur’s island and then some of them found their temporary home in her country.

Their stories about their nation painted a whole other picture about the man and he seemed nothing like the boogeyman she was afraid of as a child.

It made her want to learn more about the man, his people and the lands within the borders of that small piece of Europe.

Maddie got to do that when her own people were send to liberate his country. She had seen plenty of fighting by then, but she finally got to meet him for real. Not as just some childish colony that was introduced during a formal event and ignored afterwards.

The man didn’t look like a monster. He been so pale and thin when they met and her gaze had been drawn to that scar above his eye. Back then he had been a man losing his believe in a good ending and had it showed.

The Canadian had known right away that she couldn’t stand that look on his face. For some reason she felt like the man before her should always be happy, there had been something about the way he looked at her and didn’t once mistake her for her sister that made her feel special.

After the war, they became close friends quickly. Johan send her tulips bulbs and continued to send them to her, actually he never stopped. At some point he started to send her letters as well and maybe because she answered all of them, he started writing her more often.

They had fallen in love long before they even noticed their feelings were far more than friendship and had loved each other ever since.

By now Madeline knew all of Johan’s scars. The ones he got during the war and the ones that are much older, even older then she was. The scars more recent.

Johan knew all of Madeline’s scars. From her fight to liberate him, the scars from the war before that one and scars with all kinds of origin stories.

The only scar of they hadn’t spoken about, explained or gently touched was that one scar above his eye.

He took her hand and pulled her close against him. He leaned in and whispered his story to her, and only for her to hear.

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Prompts Historical & Scars (day2) for @nedcanweek.