The Song of A Young Musician: Hetalia One Shot
Young Roderich's footsteps resounded in the near-empty hallway. He clutched his papers close to him, they were all musical spreadsheets to help him practice the piano. He paused at the corner, looked around, and when it was clear to pass, he continued walking. Soon he approached the music room, and placed his hand on the door handle, gently pulling it open. The room sprung to life as he flicked on the lights, illuminating the darkness. He strode over to the large, ornate piano, and pulled himself up on the bench. His short, young legs dangled over the edge, and he placed his small fingers over the keys. The sheet music was propped up on the piano, and he glanced at it as he played the song, one note at a time. He hit a sour note, and cringed, starting the piece all over again. He did this multiple times, getting better and better, going faster and faster, until he managed to play the song all the way through. As his finger pressed the last key, he smiled. Fur Elise by Ludwig Van Beethoven was his favorite piece, but he'd never been able to play it all the way through. He tried it again, focusing on not messing up. Roderich succeeded once again, and again, and again. Soon every note came naturally, and he let muscle memory take over while his mind drifted off to thought. Pictures of the other students in his class materialized behind his closed eyes, and he cringed. He was always being teased, for one thing or another. Mean words floated around, names like "Nerd" and "Mole-Face". As he thought, his anger grew, and his fingers strayed from the composition he knew so well. He didn't mind, though, as the music flowing from the piano, as mean-spirited and angry as it was, was his own creation. The first composition of the many he would soon create. Soon, the song ended, and he calmed down. Born from Fur Elise came that piece. His piece. He gathered his scores and jumped down from the piano bench. His feet once more tapped lightly on the floor as he walked towards the exit. He turned off the lights and smiled.
Author's Note:
Not the best way to end it. Like a lot of my fanfics, I have no idea where this idea sprang from. Well, enjoy, I guess!
