Okay, so this is my very first fanfic, so yeah. It's just kinda (really) random. Kby

A beautiful melody rang through the empty house. As it ended, the pianist stretched his arms out and straightened his back to its usual posture. He looked down lovingly at his grand piano.

"Oh , how I love you, Eliza." He cooed to the instrument. He was not expecting, however, for his piano to shriek back at him.

"ELIZA?! What the fuck man! Why the hell would you name me after your ex, you bastard?!"

"Uhh…" The pianist didn't know how to react. "Y-you talk?" he managed to stutter out.

"Yes, I do. How have you never noticed. Your an ass. And I have a NAME, in case you were wondering."

"Um, what is it? I guess..."

"I'm glad you asked." the piano said, sounding joyful. "My name, is Melody." The austrian pianist sweat-dropped. Melody, duh. Why had he never thought of that before.

"Anyway," the Melody continued " I have something to talk to you abut, Mr. Roderich." she said. " You," she began "Always claim that you 'love me', but when you leave the room, you think I can't hear you with that viola."

"What!" Roderich spluttered "N-no! No! Your my favorite! I promise." he exclaimed.

"Don't you dare lie to me. Oh my God, your such a player. I don't even know why I haven't quit out on you. I saw you look at that new keyboard! If you want to scrap me, you should at least tell me!"

"No! No!..."

"No!"

"RODERICH!" a voice yelled " Wake UP!"

BANG!

The muscian's eye's fluttered open. He sat up and rubbed his sore head.

"What, Elizabeta?" he wined, as he looked up at the annoyed Hungarian, frying pan in hand.

"I was just coming in to tell you that Gil and I are going out tonight, but I found you asleep muttering about how your piano was going to leave you." She stated " You should really stop talking to inanimate objects." the woman continued as she left the room.

"Yeah! get a girlfriend, you pansy-ass! You don't have to be so anti-social because the awesome me won over Lizzy!"

"Gilbert!"

BANG!

"Oww. Okay, Liz, I'm sorry!"

Roderich looked back at his piano. Maybe he was better off without a girlfriend...

Okay, so that was really random. Sorry. I mostly write romance, drama, and fluff, but this was just weird. Review, favorite, and be happy! 3