Sara: Hello! This is my first Hetalia fic (even though it can't really be counted as a fic, since it's so short). Enjoy!
The Sound of Music
Black and white, ebony and ivory. Long, pale fingers gently stroked the polished keys, and with a slight shock I realized they were mine. They moved easily across the keyboard, like dancing butterflies, making the most beautiful sounds imaginable.
A quivering, ghostly tune echoed from the body of the piano, ensnaring the mind, bewitching the senses. I could feel my own chest threatening to burst with the sound of the music as the piece swelled to a growing climax.
Around me, the crowd was silent, breathless. Behind my lashes I could see the open mouths, thoughtful gazes, even the sparkle of tears.
This is why I lived, I thought then. The reaction of the crowd, the power of the stage, the thrill of the sound. Is there anything so universal as music, I wondered, no matter how simple the tune?
My hands came crashing down on the keys, making everyone – even myself – jump. The stage quivered underneath my feet as I pounded on the right pedal. Closing my eyes and moving with the line of the melody, I slowly came to the end of the piece. It was Chopin's second scherzo – joke, it is translated from Italian. How such a young man could possibly come up with this out of his own head amazed me. Oh, what I would give to compose as the likes of Chopin! Liszt! Beethoven!
My heart pounded. My arms ached. My head sang. Can I ever describe this, this passion? This sensation? This ecstasy? It is a form of euphoria that no one but a musician can understand.
The last chord echoed in the concert hall, and for a moment it was deadly quiet. Polishing my half-moon glasses on my suit jacket, I stood up and bowed.
Thunderous applause greeted me. I could see Feliciano, Ludwig, Arthur, Alfred, Francis… They were clapping for me, cheering for me, calling "Roderich! Roderich! Bravo!"
Roses scattered around me. Cameras flashed blindingly. Encore! they cried. Encore! I could already see the contractors running up to the stage, shoving each other to fight for who would get to me first...
After a satisfyingly deep breath, I reached out to shake the hand of Ludwig, forever my enemy when it came to music. Somehow, a bouquet of flowers fell into my hands and I was told to pose for the camera.
It was all I could do not to smile as everyone in the hall – my friends and enemies alike – continued to hail, "Roderich! Roderich! Roderich! Roderich! Bravo!"
Sara: Aaaah, I love the Chopin piece so much, I'm playing it right now. Thus, this drabble. I wrote it off of my own feelings when I play. Review please :)~