You know...I don't really like Austria that much. I just wanted to write this story, and Austria seemed to fit the character. So yeah...here!
Austria put his fingers on the ivory keys of the concert grand piano and played. But he didn't just play. He felt the music, tasted it, and owned it. He knew the music so well that you could blindfold him and he still wouldn't make a single mistake. Heck, he could even play it without the piano; just tap his fingers where the keys would be on the piano.
Nocturne in E Major.
He had the song memorized since he was fourteen years old. That one song caused him more joy and even more pain than he could begin to say. But it was over now; it didn't really matter anymore.
There were plenty of other nocturnes that were beautiful for the piano. Everyone composed them. But this one was special; there was just something about the way it sounded and the ease that Austria could play it with.
His thoughts were interrupted by someone barging into the room. Austria looked across the music room of his elite art school to see Prussia standing there with his hands on his hips and, as always, an arrogant grin. Prussia had been Austria's friend – rather, you really couldn't call him a friend…he was a pain in the butt – since they had started school together.
Prussia played the flute. Austria often thought that it was a strange sentence; an oxymoron of sorts. A flute is imagined as a beautiful, light, happy instrument. Prussia is not. Well, except maybe for the happy part. And he was surprisingly good.
"What is it now, Gilbert?" Austria asked, sighing. He was trying to practice…did the albino guy not see that? Or maybe he really didn't…he's quite self-absorbed.
"How long are you going to be at the piano, Roddy?" Prussia walked over to the piano and leaned against the black surface, "Wouldn't you like to spend some time with the awesome me?"
"…No, not really. I'm trying to practice piano," Austria said calmly.
"But that's all you do! You have to spend some time with people! I know you're not like me. You don't like to be alone!" Prussia smiled, "And besides, there's a new girl in our grade that I want to go meet!"
New girl? There were never any new people here except for the freshmen that just came. Austria was intrigued. Either she was very good at art, or she was related to the headmaster. He got up from the piano bench, "Fine. Let's go."
A girl with long brown wavy hair was walking through the hallway. She had an orange flower in her hair and was wearing a green dress with an apron. Gilbert pulled Austria over to her.
"Hi! I'm the awesome Gilbert," He pointed at himself with his thumb, "And that pansy in Roderich."
"I'm Elizaveta," The girl said, smiling, "Would you two like to pose for my painting?"
"Sure!" Prussia said. Austria was confused. It was a strange way to meet someone. But nonetheless, Elizaveta led them to the art room where easels and canvases were set up. Hungary took a pallet and some tubes of paint.
"Get a stool and sit on it," She commanded, gesturing to the various seats around the large room, "And try not to move. But you can talk." Austria and Prussia did as they were told.
"So…what did you guys get into this school for?" Hungary asked, trying to make conversation as she applied paint onto the canvas.
"Piano," Austria answered simply.
"Really?" Hungary smiled as she looked up from her painting, "I'd love to hear you play sometime!" Austria smiled back.
"I play flute!" Prussia said loudly, "Roddy and I can play duets! It'll be awesome because I'm in it!"
"You play…flute?" Hungary asked, raising her eyebrows, "How…strange."
"See Prussia? It's not just my first reaction," Austria chuckled as Prussia pouted.
"Oh, well, while we're on the topic, did you know that the National Youth Orchestra is coming to play here next week?" Hungary asked. She dipped her brush into the navy blue and started painting Austria's clothes.
The National Youth Orchestra was the best orchestra for young people in the country. They scoured the country every year for fourteen year olds that could play an instrument exceptionally well. Then when they were twenty-two, they were forced to retire. But they were then recommended to many other orchestras. So in short, if you got into the National Youth Orchestra, you were pretty much guaranteed a good life as a musician. Especially if you played piano. There were only four pianists at a time; the four best pianists in the country.
"Yeah…I heard," Austria answered. He had no intention whatsoever of attending the concert.
"We should all go together!" Prussia announced happily.
"That's a good idea," Hungary smiled, "You both like music, and I do too!"
"We'll see…" Austria trailed off, "Are you almost done with the painting? I need to get back to practicing."
"Yes, I am," Hungary said. Austria was surprised. That was really quick, "Come see it!"
Austria walked over to the painting. It was extremely good. The lighting and shadows were perfect, as were the folds of clothing and expressions. But that's not what made Austria gasp.
"Am I…kissing the stupid aristocrat?" Prussia asked incredulously.
"Why yes. Yes you are. Isn't it great?"
"…Why?" Austria asked, stupefied.
"It's yaoi! Yaoi is the best!"
Well...that's it. I'll try to update next week...but I'm only allowed on the computer on weekends. And only sometimes. But please review!