Right Here, Right Now (Mpreg Aph One Shots)

Twelve: AusHun

For: @Katsuko-Kinoyu
Hope you like it. :33

Elizabeth sighed, staring up at the ceiling with churning thoughts and only her ears to rely on -- her belly was way too large to view over or around. She could barely sit up on her own, hating the fact she was kinda defenseless.

"Eliza, what do -." Roderich chuckled, shaking his head in amusement. "The better question is what did you do?" He took her hands and gently pulled her upright, a hand behind her back in support. Around his neck hung a tie, not yet tied and the top two buttons of his white shirt weren't buttoned.

"I thought I was back farther." She huffed, crossing her arms over the top of her stomach. "I hate this! I wish Natalia was here." Eliza cast her eyes down, softly blowing air out between barely parted lips. Rod held both her hands, kissing the knuckles in comfort.

"Well, you weren't back as far as you should be and Natalia is busy with her family. She'll return soon." He couldn't bare the lie he was telling, not knowing if or even when Natalia would be back. The Belorussian had her ways.

"Thank you, for taking me in." Hungary said after a moment, turning her lips up in an almost forced looking smile. Austria accepted it anyway, returning it and using one finger to push up his glasses. "I really hope I haven't burdened you."

Roddy shook his head. "No! It's no burden. You are a wonderful guest, both of you." He added a bit of humor, rubbing Elizabeth's knee before standing again. "Now it's a matter of keeping the micronation from trying to draw you from the doorway." He turned heel, looking at Kugelmugel. Clause scampered away in a sulking manner, keeping his sketch book close.

"I noticed him before, even though he was perfectly fine there." Eliza shifted back against the pillows, curling her feet under her body the best she could before casting a glance up at the piano player. He had his hands in his pockets, a shit eating grin on his face.

"You don't know Kugelmugel like I do, if you are aware of what I mean." Elizabeth made a disgusted noise, wrinkling her nose, picking up a book from the small bedside table and turning on the accompanying light. "He does love the human form, quite a bit." Roderich chuckled, walking out and quietly shutting the door behind himself.

"Little art minion, being dirty minded…" Eliza settled back, curling up like a cat with a good book.

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After who knows how long, the notes of a violin whistle their way up the stairs and into the cracks of the door that still hadn't been opened since Rod shut it. Elizabeth had been so lost in her book she hadn't realized.

"Well, Jack Mayes, you will have to wait a while longer. My wonderful host is playing again." She snapped the book shut, the covers clapping the pages. "He plays a wonderful ballet after all." She stretched out her stiff legs, planting her feet upon the cold floor. Her toes found her slippers and she put them on before fully standing up. A hand balanced herself on the bed, the other rubbed the curve of her stomach.

She shuffled to the door, pressing her ear to it before smiling. "Etude Op. 10 No. 12. Of course." Her voice was quiet, her feet the same way as she edged down the stairwell and spied the Austrian playing on his well loved and cared for violin. If Eliza remembered correctly, Feliciano had given that to him many years ago. For what she has forgotten.

Roderich hadn't noticed her even when she sat on his piano bench, his eyes shut with a curtain call of lashes. His fingers flew upon the strings, making not just noise but harmonious music.

What talent. Deserving of an audience of mass proportion. When it seemed he was finishing his last note, Elizabeth began to clap softly and politely. This even greatly startled him, his bow acting as a sword as he held it out.

"Oh, Eliza. What are you doing? I thought you were reading." He shifted up his glasses. "I hope I didn't disturb you."

"Oh no. This is a welcoming distraction. Op 10 seems to be your favorite." The comment colored the tips of Rod's ears, and he turned sheepish.

"It's a wonderful piece of music."

"Played by an equally as wonderful player." She smiled, not realizing what she was saying anymore. She shrugged it off as hormones. "Will you play something else?"

"How about something closer to home?" Roderich drew some pages from a folder, clipping them to his folding music stand. He began to play, the familiar tune something she couldn't put her tongue on…

"Hungarian Dance Number 5!" She gasped. "I'm not that old! Johannes Brahms is much older." Roderich let out a laugh, doubling over and truly enjoying himself. "Oh, don't give me that." She threw her slipper at him, his hand deflecting it as he tucked his violin away where it belonged.

"It's a nice piece." He commented in vain attempt to stop laughing.

"It's old, like its player!" She threw the other, laughing loudly as he ducked and hid behind the wall.

"I would fight you on this, but you're with child."

"Yeah, and if I wasn't I would win!" She huffed, pouting. Roderich chuckled.

"And I would be a dead man standing. Your point?"