A/N: So this is my first posted fanfic, I hope you like it! I am working on a USUK, but I want to plan it out before posting anything.
I'll probably post the second part within the next week or so.
For people who don't know much about playing music, symphonies are often divided into movements, or different sections of the same song. Thanks to my beta for asking me to include this!
Please read and review!
I don't own Hetalia, sadly :(
Rated T for character death.
So this was the end. Prussia had finally managed to capture me, to destroy me. As for my appearance, I was covered in wounds and scars, my clothes tattered and blood matted in my hair. Economic collapse had taken its toll on me, leaving me to appear impoverished. I knew this would happen eventually, it had been a long time coming. I was weak from the long and torturous years of war, and I was ready to let go, to leave this world and I knew that there was nothing I could do now.
I was in the centre of a large dark cavern, stalactites hanging from the ceiling, and no visible doorways. I was loosely chained to a grand piano with enough freedom to move my arms around. I was uncertain what Prussia meant by this, if he was granting me a last wish or searching musical beauty in my death. Either way, I would use these last moments to do what I loved.
As I placed my fingers on the ivory keys, a pendulum was released from the cavern ceiling. How nostalgic, I thought, of Prussia to use medieval torture devices.
Ignoring the pendulum swinging slowly back and forth across the cavern, inching down little by little each swing, I began to play a five-movement symphony. After the first movement ended, the ground began to shake, but lost in the music, I was oblivious to my surroundings.
At the conclusion of the second movement the outer floor began to crumble, falling away piece by piece until the piano and I seemingly sat upon a trophy pedestal surrounded by a deep chasm.
The third movement went uninterrupted, an ominous sign that there was worse to come as the pendulum swung closer. The cavern was deathly silent besides the melodic tune bouncing off the walls.
When the fourth movement was complete, stalactites began falling, often shattered by the pendulum, other times narrowly avoiding me. I played on, a small flash of fear passing over, knowing I only had minutes to live.
As I played the fifth and final movement, the pendulum swinging only inches about my head, I knew I could have prevented this. If only I had told Prussia how much I loved him; loved his laugh, his smile, his deep red eyes. I was head over heels for that fool no matter how he attacked me and abused me. I could have told him any number of times, multiple opportunities to express my feelings. But I had been more afraid of my love's rejection than of death.
"Prussia, I love you," I whispered. The movement ended, the pendulum swung, and the country of Austria was no more.