A/N Fist AusHun of the summer:D Nothing much to say just note that I still have no knowledge on certain things, so bear with me bros? Thanks~ n_n

The last bell of the day rang, and students fled out of their classes quickly. However, Elizabeta took her sweet time. She slowly packed up her things left the classroom,and walked to the North Wing. Since it was so nice and cozy in Hetalia because of the cold weather outside, she wanted to take some time to enjoy its warmth before she was to set out into the coldness, and towards her home.

It was the first day back after winter break; the beginning of second semester. It hadn't really been much of a thrill for her, she just mostly spent the holidays with Gilbert and Ludwig.

Then again, she couldn't really be doing much of that either since Gilbert mostly wanted to spend the holiday with his girlfriend, Natalia. She didn't mind at all, it was his girlfriend after all. Besides, she was occupied with hoping her parents would finally return after 5 years.

But like the past 4 years, they did not come back, and she was only getting her hopes up yet again.

Even though she was the reason for their departure, she still regrets what she said to them and misses them dearly. She was only a stupid ten year old that didn't want to move out of her house after 4 short years of living there. She didn't want to leave her best friend, Gilbert, and his cute little brother, Ludwig. She refused to let them ruin her life all because they were nomads and never stayed in one place. They had already moved so much in her ten years of life, and now that she's actually had time to make friends and what not, she refused to move anymore. She told them that she was old enough to take care of her own self and that she can feed and cloth her oneself, but they didn't listen, despite that they both knew it was probably true. So she became more angry, and she told them she hated them. That became the breaking point for her parents. Her mother believed that if she hated them, then she doesn't have to go, and so they left. They broke all ties with her, leaving her a good amount of money that should hold her until she got old enough to get a job as a full teenager, and little did she know, that it was only to teach her a lesson. That was the worst thing she had ever said to them.

And now, she was lonely, and secretly depressed over it. Elizabeta missed having parents, and hoped they would come back some day and forgive her for saying such horrible things to them.

As she reached the North Wing, there was a faint melody floating about. It was a beautiful melody indeed. The more she walked through the North Wing, the louder the music became. Soon, she found the source in the the 2nd music room.

Wanting to get a better listen, Elizabeta opened the door and quietly slipped in. She sat in a chair that was close to the door, and listened to the beautiful and genial tune. She wished that the piano was facing the door, so she could see who it was. But all she could tell from sitting behind, and quite far from the pianist player was that it was a boy. But, his appearance didn't matter at all right now, what mattered was the beautiful music he was producing. Maybe she could stick around long enough to—

A small yawn came from Elizabeta. She covered her mouth and rubbed her eyes. Why had she been so tired? Could it have been because it was Monday? Or maybe all this warmth was making her want to snuggle up and fall asleep in bed? Or perhaps, the gentle song the pianist was playing was putting her to sleep? Whatever reason it was, all she knew was that she needed to rest.

Elizabeta grabbed her things and quietly left the room. She ran down to the double doors and started her journey home.

Roderich had finished the song he was playing a few minutes before the person that came, left. He knew someone had came to hear him play because he felt the cool breeze of the silent door creep up his spine, signaling that someone else was in the room, but the question was: who was it?

Like always after school, Roderich played the piano in the 2nd music room, and like yesterday, someone came to hear him play. He wondered who it was. A boy? A girl? A teacher? A student? Perhaps, the janitor?Maybe it was the same person, or was it a different person? So many thoughts ran through his mind as he continued to play.

The piano was the exact same one he had at home, but there was a difference.

The main difference: His father has never touched this one.

He remembered his father's stories of when he went to Hetalia World before it was what it is now. He said it was smaller, with less rooms, less floors, and with only one Music Room, ergo he never touched this piano.

Oh how he wished to find the key to the music room in his home. Before his parents could set off for an important meeting he didn't want to attend, his aristocratic father locked the door to the music room and hid away the key. He told him that it was a song he had composed for him in there, and he didn't want to start it without him; therefore he told him he'll unlock it when he gets home.

But he didn't come home.

His bubbly spirited mother either.

They were gone, along with plane they crashed in on their way home. Everything changed after that. He changed himself the most though. He became cold and aloof. He stood away from big crowds and became anti-social. But after all of that, he still counted find the key, no matter how hard he looked, it never turned up anywhere.

The song ended, and Roderich finally turned around, but there was no one there.

"Um excuse me?" Elizabeta called politely to the new student in the lunch room.

The girl with caramel colored skin, long, curly, dark brown hair with the two red ribbons turned around to face her. "Yes?" She said just as politely as her.

"My name is Elizabeta Héderváry, but you can call me Lizzie, and I would like to welcome you to Hetalia Word Academy. I hope your time here is very remembered, and that you'll stay here long enough to graduate with us when we're seniors."

"Wow Lizzie, that was really good, you should be on the welcoming committee." Bella spoke.

Elizabeta grinned. "Thanks Bell."

The girl smiled warmly at her."That was very sweet of you Lizzie, I feel truly welcomed now. I'm Michelle. Michelle Friar." She said extending an arm.

Elizabeta took it and shook it. "It's a pleasure meeting you, Michelle."

"Hey Lizzie, why don't you find another seat and come sit with us today?" Antonio offered.

"Aww, does she have to?" Gilbert whined.

"Shut up Gil." Elizabeta said and went to go and find another chair.

When she found one not far from the table, she noticed someone sitting there all alone, and he seemed to be enjoying himself too. "Excuse me?" She called to him.

He looked up. "Yes?" He said in a rather monotone voice.

"Do you mind if I take this chair over to that table?" She asked pointing to her table full of friends.

"Why are you asking me? It's not my chair."

"Just making sure. You know, in case if you weren't emotionally attached to this certain chair or and their chairs these days, you know? B-But If you are attached to it, I'll just find another one." She said quickly.

The boy's frown turned into a small smile."No, I'm not attached to it at all. Go ahead and take it."

Elizabeta grinned. "Thank you very much." And with that, she took the chair, and left.

Roderich found it rather amusing, he hadn't smiled in over a year, yet all it took was her, to make him crack.

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The more Elizabeta went to go and hear his music, the closer she got to the piano. He played something different everyday, and everyday the mood of the song changed. Could it be that his feelings were tied into the music he played? 'A strong possibility.' She thought as he continued to play. She liked what he was playing, she always did. Everything he played, Elizabeta liked. There wasn't a day where she didn't hum some part of a song he played.

They came everyday, and Roderich was grateful. He now felt he was playing for more than one reason. The more they came, the more he wondered about them. Why hadn't they approached him? Why hadn't they stuck around for a full song? They do know that he didn't bite, right? 'The bad thing about having a one track mind, is that you can't look behind you while still trying to get every note and cord correctly.' He thought as he played but quickly pushed his thoughts away before he started playing incorrect notes. The last thing he will ever do is stop in the middle of a song, he never does that. Ever. What if it was just a figment of his imagination and there was no one ever coming in the first place? Roderich shook his head, he's much more sane than that. Or was is he?

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She was so close to him today, arms legnth actually. Today was the day she had made the decision to stay long enough to actually meet him, and she was nervous, but excited. He had a faint smell of cake and coffee, and strangely, Elizabeta liked that smell. A lot. She also notice a rebellious curl in his hair but she resisted the urge to flatten it out. Suddenly, her mind started to travel. 'What else does he like to do? What if his life was just like this song, bright and catchy? And his face, how did he look? What else does he like to do? How does he talk? What if he has a girlfriend? She ought to be pretty lucky as to such a talented guy. Oh! What if he has a boyfriend instead?' Elizabeta turned red as she suppressed her giggle.

'But what if he was one of those caring, and kind guys.' She thought as her slightly fluttered, she always dreamed about guys like that.

Now, it was seriously starting to affect his sanity level. They have been coming for about a month now, and not once had they said anything to was this person coming to hear him everyday? Anger started to swell inside of Roderich as he thought about it. He no longer cared if he was getting the notes correct, and he no longer cared about his sanity.

Roderich stopped right in the middle of the song and whipped around so that he was facing her. "Do you know how easy it is to politely tap me on my shoulder and talk to me as I continue to play, or how easy it is to pull up a chair next to the piano instead of staying behind me all the time? Really easy! I don't bite, I would have been delighted to have someone sitting next to me as they watched me played. But you, oh no. You just had too keep me guessing and wondering, as my sanity slowly starts to slip away!" He screamed at her.

Elizabeta eyes widened, so it was the boy that was sitting at the table alone this whole time, but that didn't matter right now. Elizabeta took a step back from him. She didn't mean to make him angry by staying so far away all the time. She just liked admiring him from afar. A kind and caring guy? From the looks of it, he seemed far from it. Yet again, her wishful thinking was shot down maliciously. She rubbed her eyes furiously, keeping the tears from spilling out.

Roderich's anger completely left him as he watched her rubbing her eyes to keep from crying. It was then he noticed it was the girl that had took the chair from the table the other day. He really did just loose his composer against against a girl.

Roderich stood up and slowly walked towards her. "I'm really sorry, I-I didn't mean to yell at you like that—" His sentence was cut off by a hard slap to his face.

"I am highly sensitive, you can't just yell at me like that and expect me not to cry!" She screamed at him as more tears ran down her cheeks.

"So you smacked me for it?" He yelled holding his stinging cheek.

"You're still yelling." She whispered as she continued to cry.

Suddenly, Roderich went up to her and wrapped his arms around her, something that his mother told him to do in situations like this. "I'm sorry, really I am. I didn't know how sensitive you were, please forgive me. We can start over if you want to. All the way to the beginning." He told her.

There was a short silence, and then Elizabeta hugged him back tightly.

"I'm sorry for smacking you, I guess I was a little angry as well from you yelling at me...I-I Want to start over. All the way from the beginning, just like you said." She said quietly.

Roderich gave a small smile, hugging it out really does work at times like that. He released her. "Well in that case," He said holding out a hand, "hello there, my name is Roderich Edelstien, it is a pleasure meeting you." He said politely.

Elizabeta smiled warmly as he shook his hand. "I'm Elizabeta Héderváry, and it's a pleasure meeting you as well."

Roderich sat down at the piano bench,"Would you like to hear me play the piano?"

"I would like that very much." She said still smiling. She said down next to him, got comfortable, and he started to play.

A/N Another chapter should be up soon. I only split it up in 2 chapters because I didn't want it to be so long. So what do you think? Review your thoughts, PM your questions/concerns. I'll get back to you as soon as I can:D