Chapter 1-

The Italian male places the violin under his chin, and the sound of nails against a chalkboard came out. He tried so hard until two violin strings broke, his knees weakened causing him to fall to the ground. Tears form in his hazel eyes, "Why... I try and try again but my violin playing gets worse?" He looks at his hands, " I would sell my soul and body to play as good Paganini and all the greatest violinist in world."

The Italian got ready for bed. He curled himself into a ball, keeping himself warm under the blankets, the pain from knowing he will never be good as the other. His eyes began to slowly close as he drifted off to sleep with that thought swirling around in his head.

The Italian suddenly woke up, smoke was surrounding his room. He thought maybe his house was on fire! He felt as though he could not move his body and fear went up his spine when he heard the soft sound of a violin, hazel eyes shot up to see a male with silver hair appeared in the center of the room and he bows to to the Italian. His movements were slow as he pressed the violin under his chin, eyes closed as he moved the bow against the string slowly. The demon's wings ruffled at bit before opening his eyes, red as blood he stared into Feliciano's hazel ones, he stopped playing and smirk. "I've heard your plead to play better at the violin is that correct?"

The Italian male nodded, "Vee~, it's true...but who are you?"

The red-eyed male smirked. He began walking to the other before handing him the violin." It does not matter who I am, my name is Gilbert however... And what I'm offering is my gift..."

The hazel eyed male takes the gift that the other was handing him. "Vee~ Grazie~" He smiles happily towards the Red eyed male.

"But I warn you now, you can only play for me nobody else if you do I will make you pay..." Gilbert warned, grumbling a bit, glaring at him.

"Ve~ I won't forget." The Italian replied towards the demon's warning nodding happily.

The Italian woke up, looking around seeing no smoke. His eyes widened at the sight of his violin repaired and a note was left next to it.

Remember our deal little Feliciano

-G

The Italian crumbled the note unknowingly and threw it into the garbage can.

I hope you guess enjoy this story I do NOT own Hetalia. All the Character's don't belong to me.

*Re-edited by xMaskedxWriterx