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Austria/Japan

On the first day of Christmas my true love sent to me...

Austria loved music, that much was certain. He prided himself in it, and was never failed to be found playing the piano whenever he had a minute to spare. These days, without the constant presence of Hungary and Italy, as well as Prussia terrorising his home, the nation was left with an infinite amount of time to his devices and more often than not, a visit to his humble abode would find him bent over the grand instrument, spinning tales of Mozart and Chopin through his slender fingers.

Rumour has it that his music was said to be one of the world's best, and that was true. Not many could match up to the Germanic country's masterful playing. The Austrian preferred the company of music to others, given that he more often than not, isolated himself from non-compulsory group meetings and places.

"A gentleman!" Ladies would gush, for not getting involved in the antics of rowdy men, not knowing in reality it was his shyness to interact that made him that way. And it's because of said mention that made him a lonely person. Sure, he still has his relations with Hungary, and the World Meetings always brought several chances of conversations, but it just hasn't been the same since they had all left the manor.

Thus the Austrian immersed himself in this only constant, in the floating notes engraved upon sheets with black-stained ink. Still, a small part within wished for someone to share in his moment. For someone to understand, just to something to not make him feel the clinging grasp of loneliness for a while.

So it was on a cold winters day when Austria was returning home from another European Conference that the felt just a little enlightened. The door to one of his halls had been opened halfway and piano music could be heard coming from within. Someone had come to see him while he was gone. Instead of going in, Austria paused at the doorstep. Something about the player's notes had formed a desire within him to hear more.

The melody was soulful, gentle and spoke of faraway places and longing. And although there were a few ticks in between, Austria could feel the player's sincerity seeping through, filling a gap in his heart. The music stopped and the slight scrapping of a chair could be heard. Still in a daze, he remain motionless, not thinking of moving away to avoid being found.

"Austria-san? Are you alright?"

Snapping out of his stupor, the Austrian blinked, shaking his head rapidly in front of the shorter Asian man. It was with much difficulty that he stammered out his next words. "W-Where did you learn to play like that?"

Japan flushed and smiled humbly. "I learned from my fellow countrymen. did you like it?"

"Very much so." Austria, now much more composed, replied. "You wouldn't mind playing it again, would you?"

After much persuading, which wasn't much at all, considering that it was Japan, the country famed for its politeness, and much to Austria's secret joy, Japan began to play another tune.

Japan held back a smile as he spared a glance to Austria. Said country had his eyes closed, a faint smile upon his lips as he soaked in the warm melody coming from the piano. The talk between both countries relations could wait. It seems like the Germanic country needed something more important now.

Melody

Hello! This is my first fanfic series so go easy on me. I hope you enjoyed it. This series would be filled with many many crack friendship pairings unless stated otherwise, depending on how cracky the country generator wants to go. Take them as you will, whether shipped or not. I'll try to finish this on time, one drabble per day.

Except for all confirmed details ,the rest of the country personalities are interpreted by me.

-Kaiistar