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A brunette sat at his piano, his fingers hesitating over the ebony and ivory keys. He was going to play a song, but… That damn Prussia was on his mind again. He knew it was a bad thing to love him. He was dangerous, and Austria knew it. All the nation would do would act like he loved him for a week or two and then break his fragile heart.

He knew this would happen, but Prussia was as addicting as candy. So very, very sweet until it goes bad.

He pulled his hands away from the piano and looked up towards the ceiling, remembering those times he felt he was loved. The Austrian even remembered how he was lured into the trap of that male.

It was during a battle. Prussia vs. Austria. It was during the Seven Years' War, but this was a smaller battle between the two nations. Roderich was watching his men from a safe distance. One by one, the Prussian's were slaughtering his men. But Gilbert came in so smoothly and gracefully. The male couldn't keep his eyes off him.

When many of men on each side were wounded or killed, Austria approached him and surrendered. In return, Prussia claimed the brunette as his; he fooled him into thinking he loved him.

Every time Austria remembers that moment, he calls himself an idiot. But he knows he couldn't help himself.

Roderich felt as if Gilbert was like some kind of faith healer, using love to improve his act until it was over. He offered no protection and was almost always cruel. All he wanted was the attention and the gifts and anything else he could get from the Austrian nation. And he always came back for more. Every time.

He was like a leech sucking the life and money out of him.

The silver-haired one would even come by after who-knows-how-many beers, drunk of his ass, and ask for, quote "some fun."

Even then, when he could look his worst, he would look so enticing.

Austria recalled the nights when he was more gentle and caring. It was usually one of the first few nights of them get back together again. Prussia knew just how to hold him to make his worries go away. He felt as this was where he wanted to die. Every time Prussia held him. But as the days went on, he would abuse his heart to no end until he was with nothing but his bones.

He didn't want to admit he only loved him for the benefits and not for him.

Looking out the window, he saw the silver-haired man he loved one too many times with that Canadian. Austria wondered if Canada knew about him and what Prussia did to his soul. But Roderich could only keep his eyes on Gilbert as he smiled at the blond.

That smile… That smiled that marked danger

But even now, so long after that battle, he still moved with ease. He still had the look of such an innocent puppy. The look that hid all the pain to come.

Sometimes, Austria wondered if upon his head was a sign.

A sign that said "Love Me Dead!"