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House parties were something Austria enjoyed hosting. He knew his house was in tip top shape, and it seemed his guests were enjoying themselves also.
The Austrian was currently in the kitchen with Hungary, the female was somewhat leaned against the counter top. A bored expression marred her features. The other nations were scattered throughout the house, conversing and have a nice time.
It had been quiet in the large house, music wise that is. But that didn't last for much longer. Suddenly the sound of a piano filled the home. The beginning sounded soft; softer then the clouds if one were to compare.
Roderich glanced over to Hungary, who looked back to him with equal confusing. Then Hungary spoke, "Where's Gilbert?" That seemed to be the number one question when something happened.
The two migrated to where the sound of the piano was coming from, as well as a few other nations who also wanted to know was actually making that sound, other then the Austria.
Most of their eyes widened in surprise.
It was Prussia that was perched on the piano bench, back straight as his hands glided over the keys. Crimson eyes were currently closed. The sounds echoed through the house, the sweet, soft sounds that filtered from the instrument.
Hungary could only stare in awe. Was that actually Gilbert sitting there, producing that music? She watched as Prussia's upper body swayed along with the rhythm. She looked over to Roderich, who was watching the albino man at the piano with the same expression. This was vert unexpected of Gilbert.
"Do you know what this is he's playing?" She asked, in a quiet whisper, afraid that any other noise would interrupt, and she didn't want that happening.
Roderich continued staring at the other, watching the way he moved, the way his fingers danced across the porcelain. "... No." He answered in a low voice. It was true, he knew most piano pieces, but this one was a mystery to him.
The piece reached to sullen climax, Prussia's brows furrowing to match the feeling of the sound. He didn't hold a key for longer then needed nor did he shorten it. Each tap was perfect.
The music then smoothed out and softened once more like it had started; fingers slowing in pace until he finally hit the last key. He held the last one, let the sound die.
It was over. The Prussian slowly opened his eyes, which were still downcast towards the piano keys.
Then, surprisingly enough, Gilbert heard some clapping. Eyes shooting over to the door way. There were a few nations standing there with lightened expressions on there face, like they heard a piano for the first time in their life. Elizaveta and Roderich were also standing there, the female had a quant smile on her lips, Roderich had that same expression that he always wore.
The Austrian stepped forward, "What was that you played.." "Er, sorry." Both sentences were mingled together causing both men to stop.
"That piece just know, what was it?" Roderich repeated.
Gilbert shrugged, scooting the piano bench back some to stand. "I don't know, I just played it.." His hand found it's way to the back of his head. "It wasn't really planned."
... This part of Gilbert always puzzled the brunet; it was his more docile side. A side he rarely ever witnessed.
"Well.. it was nice," Austria commented, receiving a small nod from the other male. All the while Hungary moved over to their sides, an ethereal air about her now.
"That was beautiful, Gilbert!" She couldn't help but smile widely, blush lightly dusting her cheeks.
Prussia was more enthralled by her comment then Roderich's. It was usually her comments that counted more to him then any. "Ha! Of course it was! It's because I'm awesome." There was the Gilbert they knew more. "I guess it needs a name, huh?" He paused, glancing back to Hungary.
"River Flows in You."