Lesson One: Control

"Mr. A-Austria?"

Roderich turned around to address the young nuisance who interrupted his song. It was a very difficult piece for him to play, but with a lot of practice he finally found a way to get it right.

"Yes little one?" the austrian sighed.

"I...I was wondering if you could teach me to play that song," the young italian began.

Roderich was surprised. Since when did the little country show such an interest in music?

"My darling girl," he sighed ("I'm a boy," Feliciano sniffed.) "Do you really think you can handle it?"

Feli cocked his head to the side and smiled. "I think I can."

Roderich was trying to get rid of the child, but nothing seemed to work. "And Why would I waste my time teaching you? You're a sorry excuse for a country and you couldn't even defend yourself. All your ever good for is cleaning and occasionally cooking. Now, please get out of my sight before I have to show you the meaning of 'annoyed'."

Feliciano looked sad as the Austrian turned to play the song again. He sniffed and kept his head high before exiting the room.

"Why is Mr. Austria so mean?" He asked himself as he walked down the hall.

Feli's eyes scanned over a bright room light up by the evening sunlight. He quickly peeped inside and saw that no one was in there. Inside stood a large grand piano. The italian's eyes lit up. He quickly scrambled into the room and went to work pressing the keys he memorized from the song Mr. Austria was playing.

"Shouldn't be that hard," he said to himself as he hummed the keys.

Roderich cursed for missing the last note. He was having such difficulties with this song and couldn't understand why. He sighed and stood up from the instrument. Maybe a walk would take his mind off things. He looked down the halls at the many pictures of himself and smiled. He loved the way he looked in every scenario, color, and shade.

He let himself get lost in the warmth of the sunlight and started to hum his favorite song. He paused and let the sounds take over him.

That song he thought. It was coming from his private room. The room that he always kept locked. Who had been in there?

Roderich threw the door open, ready to kick out the intruder when he spotted the little italian playing the song he was so desperately trying to master. The way Feliciano's fingers keyed each note...the soft sounds that erupted from the end of the grand piano...it almost made the austrian cry. Almost.

"That's beautiful Italy," Roderich complimented.

Feli stopped and trembled in fear. He backed away from the piano and bowed his head in shame.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! It's just that the door was unlocked and it was such a pretty piano and I wanted to learn how to play and, and, and, I-"

Roderich pat the child's head. "It's quite alright," he chuckled. "Please, play that song again."

Feliciano nodded and started to play but was the man stopped him immediately. He sat beside him and positioned his fingers so that it would be less troubling for the young italian to transition from each note. For a moment their fingers brushed against each other and Roderich froze.

"Mr...Mr. Austria?"

Roderich looked at the young italian. He never realized how cute he looked up close.

"Feli..." Roderich whispered.

"Yes, Mr. Austria, sir?"

They were so close together. Roderich wanted nothing more than to reach out and kiss the italian. But that would be wrong. He was much more composed than that. Of course, Italy was one of the love capitols of the world. He wondered what it would be like to get a tast of those pink lips. Roderich leaned in closer, but Feliciano backed away in fear.

Of course. He was still afraid of Roderich. Noticing how dangerously close they were, Roderich pulled away and made his way out of the room.

"You're doing well Italy," he commented before exiting.

Feliciano felt his lips in wonder. Was he about to kiss me? He thought to himself. The italian let himself get lost in thought. It might actually feel good to kiss Mr. Austria. He would have indulged in that fantasy a little more if the man weren't so mean. Instead he went back to playing the solo letting all other thoughts drift from his head.

A/N: My first Hetalia fanfiction. Go easy on me, I haven't tried this before. But I'm writting this because this is such a promising pairing in the fandom that needs to be recognized!

I hope you enjoyed this. I'm wondering if I should continue to leave it as a one-shot or make it an ongoing fiction.

Please review.

~Maxx