"What did you say ?" Roderich stared at the Spanish man in front of him, who was smiling with forest green eyes shining wide.
Antonio's smile didn't falter as he repeated happily, "I said, thank you."
Roderich sat up in his seat, sliding the bookmark with the Austrian flag on it into his book, setting it on the side table. He adjusted his glasses, giving off the scholarly look, and clarified to himself, "You came all the way herea three day trip, mind youto my house, leaving everyone alone in yours to tell me thank you?"
The Spaniard nodded eagerly, leaning forward in his seat, waiting for a response.
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Gahhhh, so I stayed up to check up on dA tonight and was sorting through deviations and I came to a Hetalia based story about Austria and Hungary. It was kinda long, but I didn't mind so I read it. Turns out the story is quite sad (or maybe I'm just too soft..) and near the end I couldn't take it and I began to cry > n