Pen and Sword

So I totally don’t write Austria so if he’s OOC sorry… This idea came to me randomly so it may not be very good…

            The sun rose and shined brightly into Roderich’s piano room. But the well tailored man did not sit on the well used bench, and his slim fingers did not dance on the ivory keys. No cheery music filled the halls; it was silent, uncommonly silent.

            A knock echoed on the door.

            From another room Roderich emerged, tired and worn. His shoulders slumped and any trace of joy or happiness gone from his face. His neatly tailored clothes were gone, replaced by a torn and dirty soldier’s uniform.

            A slightly tear stained Elizibeta followed him equally tired looking and in the same dress as Roderich.

            Roderich opened the door and saw the young blonde haired boy; he looked up at the elder with wide blue eyes.

            Sunlight glinted off the piece around the young boy’s neck.

            It was a Cross, just as Gilbert’s. The sight of the familiar symbol wrenched at Roderich and Elizibeta looked away.

            “Ludwig… come in please” Roderich said rather softly

            The young boy did so, removing his shoes and looking up to Roderich for further instructions.

            “Eliza… please take him to the sitting room” Roderich asked quietly

            She nodded and led Ludwig to the room.

            Roderich sighed and took a deep breath not looking forward to what he had to tell the young boy.

            Three days before

            “Come on Roddy! The enemy is being totally un-awesome and pummeling the right flank! Mind offering some assistance? ” Gilbert asked, his uniform spattered with blood, mud, and sweat.

            Roderich huffed angrily and set his quill down. “Maybe if you would listen before rushing into battles this wouldn’t happen!” He growled angrily

            “Well we can’t all hide behind a pen Roddy. Real men fight their battles” Gilbert retorted wipe sweat from his brow with cloth on the desk

            Roderich scowled “That was mine.”

            “Want it back?” Gil asked smirked and extending the now soiled cloth

            “No you mangy mongrel” Roderich said

            “Whatever. Come on Roddy get you sword and let’s go aid that flank.”

            “I thought this was clear. No.”

            “Damnit Roderich! Why the hell are you here then if you won’t fight?”

            “Because you launched us into a war!”

            “We were attacked!”

            “You could have written a letter to their leader!”

            “Damnit Roderich not everyone hides behind a damn pen!” Gilbert bellowed smashing his gloved hand onto the desk

            “Pen is greater than sword! Words will solve more than waving around a sword!” Roderich yelled standing

            Gilbert leaned into his face “You useless bastard!” he spat