Note: Hi~ This is a really really short One-Shot I wrote. I don't know where the idea came from, but I just needed to write something with Austria. I hope you enjoy !
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia Axis Powers.
Austria rumpled another sheet. The floor was covered in sheets.
But who was there to listen to him playing anyway?
It's not that Austria needed a public.
Really, Austria didn't knew anything. Everyone was gone. Leaving him alone in this big house. Him and his piano.
Before, he would play until late at night. He appreciated it when somebody was there to listen to him. But most of the time, he played alone, for several hours straight.
When did he stopped?
Maybe it was when he discovered that there was no one to listen to him. Maybe…Maybe no one wanted to listen to him?
But now, it's too late. Everyone was gone.
Austria don't like wars. He prefers to make music. Or preferred. Now, it just wouldn't sound right. Even himself doesn't want to hear his own music.
He just felt useless. All he ever did was music, and there was no one to hear it.
He's just another brick in the wall. Another country on the map, another key on the piano.
No. All the keys were important. He wasn't.
He could even disappear, and the wall wouldn't fall.
But a country…At this point, he could equally disappear.
Now that he thinks about it. Who would miss him? He was a musician without ears to hear his music.
But…Even if he had some, he didn't have music. All he had was a few sheets, covered in ink lying on the floor.
What was he trying to do anyway?
He looked through the window. It may sounds melodramatic. But that's what he was doing. And the moon was high in the sky.
The atmosphere in the piano piece was suffocating, so Austria walked towards the door and opened it.
When a little silhouette in green an white whispered his name.
"Mr. Austria…"
He turned around.
"Mr. Austria, will you play something for me please?"
