Okay here is a one-shot that just popped into my head…

Disclaimer: I own nothing except my imagination!

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Peter sat down sniffling. Why was England so mean to him? Sure he was small but he still deserved to be a nation! He had almost succeeded in making it into the world meeting in Austria's place with Gilbert when England caught him.

And promptly kicked him out.

He was had tried to get back in during their lunch break when that failed too. He tried to find something to entertain himself with when he accidently knocked over a vase. Austria then kicked him outside to "ruffhouse."

Peter didn't know how long he was out there. He had tried to sneak into the house when Russia appeared.

Peter didn't even try that time.

Still as he sat outside the house he leaned against the wall and closed his eyes.

Why? Why would none of them ever acknowledge him as a nation? He just had to convince one nation to acknowledge him and then he would stop being such a nuisance. Honest.

The longer he thought about it the darker his thoughts turned. He got himself so depressed he felt tears starting to form. When the first one fell and he felt a sob come up, he stopped.

Music.

It was Austria's house so music wasn't new but it was music with a piano. Austria never let anyone touch his piano.

The meeting was still going on wasn't it?

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When Peter found the source of the music he topped and stared.

On the side of the mansion there was a glass wall that jutted out in a semi-circle. It was a part of Austria's music room. Peter had heard Hungary telling Kiku that they made it that way so Austria could have more inspiration for his music.

It wasn't the glass dome that stopped Peter in his tracks though, it was who was singing.

Cover my eyes

Cover me ears

Tell me these words are a lie

It can't be true

That I'm losing you

The sun cannot fall from the sky

Peter ran towards the front door. When he barged in and ran past the nations in the hall and stopped in front of the door. Standing still as he waited for his breathing to quiet down.

Can you hear heaven cry?

The tears of an angel

The tears of an angel

Peter felt other nations leaning against the door to hear better. Taking a deep breath he slowly opened the door.

Stop every clock

The stars are in shock

The river would run to the sea

I won't let you fly

I won't say goodbye

I won't let you slip away from me

Can you hear heaven cry?

The tears of an angel

Peter quietly shuffled through the door and into the practice room with the others. The piano was situated so that the piano player was facing away from the door.

Tears of an angel

So hold on

Be strong

Everyday hope will grow

I'm hear, don't you fear

Little one don't let goooooooo

Peter felt the tears from earlier fill his eyes and he couldn't help but feel that the singer meant for him to hear this.

Don't let gooooooo

Cover my eyes

Cover my ears

Tell me these word are a lie

The piano came to a graceful end and the singer let out a breath. Peter was going to say something when the singer spoke:

"I hope Sealand isn't taking it too badly. Poor kid, our situations are the same in some ways and completely different in others."

Peter was amazed that the beautiful strong voice of the singer could turn out to be from the least likely nation.

"Well, if he heard this and cheered up, then I've done one of my good deed as a hero!"

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Well…what do you think?

I tried to make it obvious about who the singer was…

Let me hear who you think it was!