Vampire Hetalia X Reader (Old Ver.)

Chapter 25: Blood Splattered Introduction

 The hallway was filled with students, slightly agitated. You weren't sure why. Maybe because when you thought 'college' you pictured old professors, jocks, and potheads. This was Precision Academy; the teachers were enthusiastic, students all fine individuals. It seemed fake to you.

Whatever.

You shrugged it off, trying not to be so negative.

"Oof!" You bumped into someone, "Sorry! Oh, Kiku."

He blinked before registering who it was, "_."

"How are you doing Kiku?" You asked, a hand on his shoulder.

"B-better."

You sighed of relief, "That's good to hear."

"..."

"Say, are you still in the Manga Club with Feli gone?"

"No, that club was dissolved. I'm part of the Culture Club. Today I'm teaching the other members how to make sushi."

"That's awesome! Maybe you can teach me sometime too."

He smiled shyly, "S-sure. Bye." He mumbled, disappearing into the crowd.

Hmm...4:37PM. You had a few hours before your night classes would start. You climbed the stairs to the second level, the hallway deserted. This was one of your favorite spots in the whole building. Peaceful, quiet...You stopped walking. Sounds were coming from further down the hall. You stepped closer, piano filling the air. It was coming from the Classical Music Club.

You pressed your ear against the door, the notes light and sweet. Slowly opening the door, a figure came into view. A man sat at the black piano, his eyes closed. You watched him breathlessly, closed eyes framed by silver glasses. His slightly messy brown hair was rich in color, a sole curl sticking up. He played beautifully, his gloved hands slowing stopping, the song over.

"...Wow."

Your comment startled him, not noticing you were there.

"Can I help you with something?"

"Oh-I was looking for Arthur."

"He just stepped out."

"I see..."

"How rude of me. I'm Roderich."

"_. Pleased to meet you. I apologize for eavesdropping."

"Not at all. Usually I don't encourage an audience but you were respectful. Arthur should be returning soon. Would you care for some tea?"

"Sure."

He was a gentlemen like Arthur but had a thick accent. You wanted to ask where he was from but didn't want to intrude on him more than you already have.

"I've never seen you around here before. How do you know Arthur?" You asked.

"I recently transferred though I'm a Junior. A year above you, yes?"

You nodded.

"I met Arthur shortly after I arrived. I hear Bach seeping through the door and soon after that we became friends."

He handed you a steaming cup of tea.

"Thank you."

"Ouch!" The cup burned your finger, dropping it. The dainty porcelain shattered on the floor, staining the carpet.

"Oh I'm so sorry!"

"It's all right; it was an accident." He moved to one knee.

"No! Please," You put your hands over his, "I can't have you clean up my mess. I'm the one who dropped it. I'll do it."