Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia not any of it's characters, this is simply a fanfiction.
Author's Note: Well...this is my 3rd Prussia and Austria fanfic...I don't get many comments so I don't know what people are thinking about my writings so far...I know a lot of people have read them...or so that is what fanfiction tells me. I seemed to have gotten a lot of hits on my Prussia and Russia story. Perhaps I should write another one of those? Hmmm...we shall see. I hope you enjoy this story. This will also be my first chapter story, I apologize now for delays in posting the next chapter. Please forgive me. I am very busy. Please read and review.
Pairing: AustriaXPrussia(RoderichXGilbert) HungaryXEgypt(ElizabetaXGupta) GermanyXItaly(LudwigXFeliciano)
Copyright: ALL RIGHTS RESERVED!
Summary: Playing the piano was his passion. Frederich was his dearest friend. They were and always would be together. Or so he thought. What will happen to Roderich(Austria) when he loses his one and only friend. Will Prussia come through and save his piano? Will Austria realize he has more than just his piano to love? Or will it be too late? Boy on Boy. Smut.
Chapter 1: Blown Apart
Roderich's POV
Roderich sighed and stood up. "Time to go check on Italy's progress on dinner..." He exited the music room and headed down the hall to the kitchen. Something smelled good as he turned the corner. "It smells good Italy." In his older years, Austria had become more relaxed and less shrill with the Italian. Little had he known when he first accepted the man into his home, was that Feliciano was a very good cook and Roderich had a craving for his unique pasta dishes. It also gave Elizabeta a chance to relax from all her long days cleaning. And with her recent engagement to, oddly, the Egyptian, she was quite busy. Austria helped to set the table. For dinner tonight, Germany would be joining them. As would Prussia.
He watched as the Italian set food on each plate carefully. He hummed as he did so, which Austria found funny, but entertaining. It was a sweet, calming sound. The doorbell sounded throughout the house and Austria went to go answer it. Opening the door he saw, a friendly but stressed looking Germany and a angry, pissed off looking Prussia. "Come in, please." He stepped aside, letting them enter his home. He watched as Prussia looked around. "Dinner is almost ready, please head to the kitchen, Italy is in there." He said and headed back to his music room. He walked inside quickly, once in there, he went and turned off the fireplace, and closed his most prized possession, Frederich, his grand piano that was hand made just for him. The seat had his flag on it and his name was engraved into the top of the key cover. It was uniquely his and he loved it. He closed the top and covered the keys quickly, heading out of the room he locked the music room behind him.
Dinner was nice, Italy had prepared a lasagna penne with Italian bread. It was delicious. Prussia gulped his food down quickly, Roderich wondered if he had even tasted it. Ludwig ate slower, but he must have been hungry, or trying to show Feliciano how much he enjoyed his cooking. Ludwig was not dating Feliciano, but was very much in love with him, it was well known and the only thing stopping them from being together was Austria's hold over the Italian. Italy was not yet allowed to leave Austria's home.
He chuckled. Dinner was over, Ludwig was helping Feliciano clean up, Austria excused himself and headed to his music room, he pulled the key from his pocket, looking around the hallway, he slipped inside as if he didn't want anyone to know about his obsession, but anyone that knew Roderich knew that he loved his music and piano. A window was open, he blinked, "I didn't leave that open.." He wondered. He moved over and closed the window. Afterwards, he sat himself on the bench in from of Frederich. He placed his fingers against the keys after lifting the lid off of them. "Ahh.." He smiled and struck a few notes. He smiled and continued to play. A sudden ticking was heard in the back of his mind and he thought maybe Ludwig was in the hallway showing Feliciano the clock he had made for Austria's birthday the past year.
From the hall, or any other part of the house, all anyone would have heard was the loud boom that came from the music room. When he struck the final key of the set he'd been playing, his piano blew up and he was sent flying backwards. People soon rushed in, making their way through the dust and broken pieces to the unconscious Roderich. His piano was blown apart to smithereens, he was thrown against a wall and knocked out. Ludwig rushed him to the hospital. He lay in a bed, out cold, no severe damage.
Roderich awoke a few hours later, Ludwig next to him in a seat. "Lud...wig..." He coughed, "What..." He was cut off, Ludwig explained that there had been a bomb planted inside of Frederich, and that when he struck the last note, it blew up. Roderich's eyes filled with unwanted tears, "My piano...is blown up...?" He tried to move, "No..no, this is a joke...isn't it...did Prussia put you up to this...it's not funny!" He cried, and tried to be angry at the same time. "No...No..." He muttered. He spent a good amount of time crying hysterically, that the nurses came in and gave him a sedative. He soon fell asleep. Ludwig sighed and sat down again.