Written about the piano room in HetaOni.
The Piano
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Hetalia or HetaOni
There was a piano there. And he played it to his full capacity. And he was alone, like when- when... When he had died there.
But he was there now, on the violin he had carved himself. The music sang through its small mouth, a hollow and yet full tune. It danced with the piano and he felt happy.
Weren't there others who had left him alone? Yes... Prussia... Did Spain go too?
It didn't matter. They were here now. They played with him, their guitars in a beautiful duet, just as the violin and piano matched and played.
Big Brother France began to sound on a flute, such a clean sound from a man with such a dirty past.
Who else was there?
America and England, were they dancing?
Yes. A rhythm was tapped against the bookcase by a smiling Germany.
Romano was tapping his foot as well, smiling for once. He loved seeing his fratello smile.
Canada was grinning as Russia tried to get China to dance.
It was a gorgeous scene.
And it sounded good.
It sounded so beautiful that he could have sworn they were here with him.
And he hit the wrong note. It glared around the room, jumping from wall to wall. Suddenly it was just him and the book. That dreadful person he called himself and the book that was his only way back. His only way back.
"Not for long..." The presence made itself known. Why wouldn't it just kill him?
It loved to watch him suffer.
Oh well...
"Time to go... Please... Take me back..."