This was a whole Night of Drawing and I´m totally finished now, cause I really wanted to finish them till Valentines Day !
I wish you all a Happy Valentines Day !!!
Hetalia, Allies Various Clothes : x
I really like this one! Nice turning points.
A/N: This story will not follow any specific time line. Each chapter will be different one shots in different times in Austrian history from Roderich’s and Ryszard’s points of view such as the time of the war of Austrian succession, WWI and WWII, etc. each chapter can stand on its own. the ratings will change for each chapter at the moment it is rated K. also i would like to thank the mun of .com for allowing me to use the name of her 2p!austria muse.
Chapter 1: Childhood
A pair of twins, born in Vienna
One with brooding violet eyes,
One with scarlet.
One for the throne,
The other to be discarded
“Come on Roderich. Mein gott you’re so slow!” A voice called to the person behind him.
“Stop yelling Ry! I’m coming!” another voice complained as its owner slowly made his way up the hill.
At the top of the hill stood a young boy with brown hair that was perfectly in place except for one stubborn curl. He rolled his scarlet eyes as he waited for the other to come up the hill. After a few moments another figure finally reached the top. He was identical in every way to the other boy except for his eyes, which were a bright violet color. The twins were dressed in the matching outfits which made it harder to tell them apart.
“Finally!” ‘Ry’ yelled, throwing his hands in the air.
Roderich smiled sheepishly, “sorry Ryszard.”
“Just don’t let it happen again.” He said before turning and continuing on.
Roderich rolled his eyes at his brother’s back before following after him, carrying a picnic basket in his hands. He caught up with his double and they walked side by side until they got to the perfect spot on the hill.
Ryszard unfolded the blanket he had with him, something he had taken when the maids were not paying attention, and spread it out on the warm grass. Roderich sat on the cloth and began unpacking the food. He smiled as his brother sat down and handed him some of the food. They began eating, sitting in a comfortable silence. As the day passed by quietly the boys played a few games until they grew tired and played down on the blanket. Roderich hummed softly as he ran his fingers through Ryszard’s hair. The other was lying contently in his twin’s lap, his eyes fluttering close as he listened to Roderich’s tune, and it was a song their queen sang to them every night at their bed side. Soon he was lulled to sleep by the familiar tune.
The violet eyed twin smiled softly down at his brother, grateful to have the other in his life. Things had become easier ever since the other appeared in his life. It certainly was less lonely.
He could still remember the day Ryszard popped into their lives, because that is what he actually did. Roderich had been lying out in the sun just like today and had closed his eyes for a few moments only to open them to find someone standing over him. Roderich was so startled that he sat up quickly which caused him to bump foreheads with the other. They had both groaned and gripped their heads in pain.
“Why did you do that for you dummkopf!” the new comer had yelled at the young nation.
“Who are you calling a dummkopf, you dummkopf!” Roderich glared at him.
“Nice come back.” The other chuckled.
Roderich pulled out his sword, which was a bit too big for him, and held it in front of him, “who are you und what are you doing in my nation?”
“Your nation?” the other asked, looking at the other.
“Ja. I am Roderich Edelstein, the great nation and soon to be mighty empire, of Austria.” He boasted, “Now tell me your name.”
“I see…” Red eyes took in the form in front of him, “as for my name, I do not have one.”
Roderich lowered his sword, “how can you not have a name?” he asked, looking at the other curiously.
The stranger shrugged, “I was never given one.”
Now this had peaked Roderich’s curiosity. He had never met someone who did not have a name. Slowly he began to circle the red eyed boy. It was then that he realized that the boy bore a strong resemblance to him.
“Why do you look like me?” he questioned.
Again the nameless boy shrugged.
Roderich frowned, “you must be related to me somehow. We can’t have you walking around without a name so I must give you one.” He said.
As he began pacing, thinking of a name for his new friend, Roderich ignored the red eyes that followed his every move.
“Aha! I got it! From this moment you shall be known as Ryszard.” He declared.
The newly named child thought about it for a moment before he nodded, “It is acceptable I suppose.”
“Gute. Now come we need to get you some new clothes.” He grabbed Ryszard’s hand and began pulling him down the hill.
“Where are we going?” Ryszard asked, confused.
“Ja, we are going home. To my home, which is now also your home.” Roderich smiled at his twin.
Ryszard stared at the other for a moment before a small smile bloomed on his face, “home.”
Roderich grinned and dragged his newly found friend to their home.
The young nation was pulled from his memories by his twin turning so his head rested more comfortably on Roderich’s lap. He smiled and continued running his slim fingers through the dark chocolate locks. In the beginning it was a bit weird but after a while everyone got used to the new addition to the house. Of course it took a few hours to convince the king that Ryszard wasn’t a demon that had come to kill them all. After that everything was smooth sailing, especially since the queen had taken an instant liking to Ryszard and treated him like she did Roderich.
“Young masters! It is time to come home!” Roderich heard someone calling.
He sighed and shook his twin away, “Ry, get up. They are calling for us.”
Ryszard grumbled before his eyes fluttered open. He sighed as he sat up and rubbed his eyes, “what time is it?” he asked.
Roderich looked up at the sky and saw the sun was beginning to set, “time to get home. Come on.” He stood up, wincing as the blood rushed back to his legs quickly.
His brother was there to steady him and they packed up their things before walking back down the hill, this time hand and hand.
What did you think? Is there something you would like to see in another chapter? Just a reminder this story will have auscest (1p and 2p) as well as Austria and others. Also the little poem thing in the beginning I stole from a friend of mine :D