No dedication, I just made this...because...I think I haven't made an Austria x Reader, have I?
Part 2? Yes.
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A girl with (h/c) hair looked and walked forward. She looked deep in thought. Her feet stopped and she looked at the door, smiling a little. She placed her hand on the door handle and was about to open it until a harmonic playing was heard.

"Woah.." The girl muttered, dazed by the melodious sound. She knocked, being respectful and heard someone moving. "Excuse me?" Se asked and tilted her head, confused. When nobody opened the door, she did. And when she did, she saw no one. No one sitting by the piano, no one was playing it. She frowned.

She looked around and noticed the window opened.

She looked down and her jaw dropped at how high it is.

"How the hell..." She mutters.

Steps were heard, they were going fast. She turned around, hearing it. She waited for someone to come or pass by the room. She saw her best friend, panting and crouching with his hands on his knees. The boy continued to pant until he caught his breath. She giggles.

"So, what made you tired?" The boy rolled his eyes and adjusted his glasses, his violet eyes gazing at her in a cold stare. He breathed deeply before answering, "Your mom's here," The girl gasped and ran out of the room, muttering curses.

"FUCK! THANKS RODDY!" She had shouted as she disappeared through the halls.

The boy called, 'Roddy' sighed and leaned on the door. His eyes averted its gaze to the piano.

"That was close.." He sighs and adjusted his glasses again. "Good thing I know how to avoid that kind of situations like with Elizaveta.." He said with a faint smile. Then, it dropped.

He abruptly stood straight.

"Elizaveta!"

With that, he ran away.

##**##

You opened the door of your car and jumped in it.

"I am so sorry, I-I lost track and-and I thought you would-" A cold look from her made your mouth shut. Silence followed. You didn't dare do anything. A sigh is what broke the silence. "It's fine, just don't jump," you quietly let out a breath you didn't know you were holding. You smile. She started the engine.

"Thank you, mom," She looked at the mirror and nodded as she drove off.

You looked out the window, your mind now wandering about the mysterious pianist. At first, you thought it was Roddy since he knows how to play piano but then again, you giggle. He can't jump off a window. You nodded and looked at the sky, your (e/c) filled with determination.

I'm going to know who is it!

##**##

"Elizaveta! I'm home," Quickly, he was met by a hug. He forced out a smile. "Welcome home, Roderich! How was school?" He shrugged and left. Elizaveta was confused and followed him.

"Is it about _______?" He stopped after hearing the name. He looked at his feet, his violet eyes seemed more icier than before. He continues to walk again. "We are not having this conversation, Liz," He had already explained this but Elizaveta loved him and he knew she would do anything for his love. A hand gripped his.

"Look,"

He turned around, getting his teeth as he did. He saw Elizaveta with a frown on her face and with hardened emerald gaze. "I know you love her," He sighs and combed back his hair, for now, he didn't care it was messy. "Liz, I told you-"

"Listen to me!"

The outburst wasn't nearly surprising for him. But he still flinched. Her eyes continued to be hardened and with still a frown on her face. "That's fine with me, as long as you're happy. You didn't let me finish," He knew the last sentence was about last time when they had this kind of talk too. Roderich furrowed his eyebrows.

"Are you sure?"

Then, Elizaveta smiled. "Of course,"

Roderich smiled ruefully.

"Thank you..."

The next day, after classes, you were walking around the halls, at least passing by the music room for the fourth time. You frown. "He's not yet here?" You asked in a whisper and passed the music room for the fifth time, getting far away from it and heard humming with the piano being played.

You stared at your back and ran, getting excited.

You opened the door and frowned again.

No one was there in your expectation.

You groan. But saw a letter.

You walked towards it, grabbing and reading it out loud,

"Better luck next time." You glare at the paper.

And this routine continued on, some letters said the same thing and some, almost the same thing. But one day, it was really weird. You didn't know what it meant. But the another weird thing is that Roderich always knows your in the music room when your mom comes. But you shook this thought off and focused on the 'Freaking Annoying Mysterious Pianist that Plays Awesome Songs'. You chortle quietly.

"Hey, mom..."

You called but didn't look at her. But she looked at the mirror and raised her eyebrow. "Yes?" Her smooth voice made you look at her. "What does-" Another raise of an eyebrow. You shoved your hand in your pocket and you hand looked for the paper. You clutched on a paper, hoping it was the one.

You took it out and it was, you grin but then coughed it off. You said, "What does-" You read it a little fluently, "Es ist schon Wochen , mein Lieber, Sie haben noch nicht herausgefunden, auch wenn es " ganz " offensichtlich?" The third time she had raised an eyebrow at you, you forced out your lips to stretch a smile on your face. She looks at you with her cold piercing (e/c) eyes.

Her eyes averted and fixed its gaze on the road. "It means, 'It's been weeks, dear, you still haven't found out even though it's 'quite' obvious?'" Now, it was you who rose an eyebrow. Then, she giggled which made you flinch a little.

She smirks. "A German courting you?" Although it sounded like she was interrogating, she didn't meant it like that. It was simply more of a statement. You blush. "No! Of course not!" You look at the window, flushed cheeks didn't want to calm down yet.

"Anyway, thanks mom..." You muttered with a smile. She sighs. "Willkommen, tochter," You laugh, somehow understanding it.

You saw the school and scooted closer to the door, gripping the handle of the door. By the time the car stopped, you already opened the door. "Bye, mom!" You heard a quiet, "Bye," As you walked away. You put back the letter in your pocket and heard a voice.

"_________!"

Your head whipped around, searching for the voice. Your eyes went to Roderich's figure and you smile a little. "Yo, Roddy," You greet and grinned, winking. Roderich's face went red and coughed. "You've got to stop that kind of greeting, _______," He commented, well, he always had said this but you couldn't help it, it was fun teasing him. You stick your tongue out.

"Jelly?" He gave you an odd look and rolled his violet eyes, adjusting his glasses. He muttered something. You raise your eyebrow, he grins. "Nothing, it's just that I think you're the one who's 'jelly',"

You stopped.

"Wha-"

He continued to walk, a smirk planted on his face in victory.

You blush profusely. "And how the heck am I 'jelly'?!" You shout, putting up your hands and making a 'quotation mark' ("/') with your fingers. Roderich grinned at this and stopped at the door, stating, "Wait and see," Girls stopped and looked at the door as he entered. "RODERICH!" All of them shouted before throwing themselves to Roderich. You entered your school, you pouted as you saw the scene.

He looked at you and winked. All the girls screamed.

You blush like a tomato and crossed your arms, still pouting as you huffed, walking away. You muttered, "Cocky bastard," And, he had heard it.

He laughs and walks along, too, grinning the whole way.

##**Dismissal**##

"Ah, yes!" You exclaim, your shoulders drooping, relaxed. You looked around the classroom and few of your classmates remaining for being a cleaner or either they just wanted to. You looked around again, noticing that Roderich wasn't anywhere to be found. You roll your (e/c) eyes.

You grabbed your bag and carried it, looking around for Roderich. You sigh. "Where are you? I need to talk to you about something, Roderich...!" You half-exclaim and half-declared. You sigh again and put a stray (h/c) hair behind your ear.

"(The Tune of "Sweet Child O'Mine")~"

You stopped in your tracks and looked back, now noticing that you passed by the music room. You grinned and ran quietly as you can. You opened the door and saw nothing, as usual. The grin on your face was replaced by a scowl as you saw a letter again.

"Die süßeste aller Sound ist, dass der Stimme der Frau, die ich liebe."

You sat down on the chair of the piano and rested your hands on the piano tiles, which was being rested by your chin, and sighed. All you understood was, 'sound', 'voice', 'woman', and 'love'. Your scowl dropped and left you emotionless for a second.

"_________!"

There.

You look back and smiled as you saw Roderich panting while leaning on the side of the door.

"My mom's there?" He shook his head which made you confused and curious. "Then what?" He shrugged and looked at the paper you were holding. You stared at him and realized he wasn't staring at you. You followed his gaze as it landed on the paper.

You blush and kept it in your pocket.

"What was that?" He asked slowly, knowing what it is. You look at him, your (e/c) orbs shining with curiousness and determination as you spoke up the words you didn't mean, at least that's what you thought,

"I should be asking you that," At first, he was puzzled, not expecting this answer from you. Then, it dawned to him and he clutches his hair, messing with it for a while. "Um, what do you mean, _______?" When his name rolled off his tongue, for some reason, it seemed more of amusement which made you more curious.

Your mouth moved again.

"Oh? Really? The one who taught me German was you, but I think it isn't enough, is it?" He rose an eyebrow, a smile forming on his lips. He stops messing with his hair and stepped closer. And for some unknown reason, he looked hot. "And what does that have to do with that paper?" You smirk and turned around, fully facing him. You leaned in.

"I don't know, maybe you should stop stalking me once in a while, huh?" He felt like blushing. But concealed it, smiling in amusement and a little nervousness. "I don't know what you mean," Your roll your eyes as it showed amusement and an annoyed feeling.

"Just say-"

"Paging for _______ ________! I repeat, paging for ________ _______!"

You glare at Roderich, who was grinning like a mad man.

"We're not yet done here," With that, you stood up and he moved away as you walked far. You frown. " 'Quite' obvious, huh?" You whisper and smile. "Heh, yup, I think so,"

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Most said it'll be good to stay like that. I mean the Spain x Reader. So, yeah, I published this since most of the readers said that it's better if I let it like that! Sorry for the others who wanted another part, if you want, I could do separate. I'll publish another book, with that part and the next part...