America stood by the grand piano Austria had brought into the meeting room. He looked around to see if anyone was around first and took a seat infront of it. With his two index finger he messed around with the keys until he found the right notes he wanted, not remembering very well what each sounded like.
England walked to the where they were having the summit, listening to the slow, half-assed piano playing nearby. At first, since it was so childish, he couldn't recognize the song, but remembering he was once a very strong nation, it brought back the memories and stories of war. A simple little tune from the battle field of not so long ago: Yankee Doodle. He opened the door and looked at America playing.
"What the bloody hell are you doing, you git?"
"Ehh?! I'm playing with this big box on stilts, but I guess you didn't know since you're clueless!"
"...I didn't think you remembered how. It was over 100 years ago that I taught you and that was on a harpsichord."
"Of course I'd remember, I'm not old like you! I was just warming up!"
"You don't warm up only 2 fingers when you play the piano, you bloody idiot! Move aside."
England sat on the chair and made America scoot all the way to the edge of the seat. England began playing a bunch of warm-up scales, making all ten fingers flow. America watched boredly, remembering now those were the kinds of things he was forced to practice when he was first learning how to play.
The soft beginning of a classical song began playing. America, looked at England whose eyes were fixed on the music sheet Austria had left there.
Nocturne in E minor, Op. 72 No. 1 Composed by Chopin.
"Wow, this song is really old, just like you England!" America shouted.
England stopped playing abruptly and held onto his head.
"You git, I'm sitting right next to you! Do you always have to yell?!"
America laughed and shoved him off the seat.
"At least, play something a bit LESS old if you're gonna go for classical."
England glared at him for a second, getting up and dusted himself off before listening what was being played. An improvised version of 'America the Beautiful.'
"You still have that pride of yours, America." England sighed then letting out a chuckle.
"Which moron in there is playing around with my beautiful new grand piano?!"the voice of an angry Austrian demanded.
England scurried to his seat and America ran as fast as he could and started sketching out plans for the meeting topic. They looked at each other quickly, making sure the other won't tell Austria what they were doing right before the room flooded with other nations.
And later on during that meeting, Austria's Mariazell picked up their thought waves......