[Bolero - TVXQ]

"Let me hear the melody of the lovely,

fragile ballerina that is played by your tiptoes."


He was, without a doubt, one of the most virtuosic of all the men you knew in the world. You told him a song, he knew precisely how to play it on his grande piano. He fascinated you, he did. His nimble fingers glided effortlessly across ebony and ivory keys.

With every note struck, it sent a jolt to your heart and a smile to your lips.

He was a truly beautiful man, he was.

You stood outside his piano room, back to the wall beside the large, oak doors with your eyes shut peacefully.

You recognized the tune, it was Vivaldi. Odd, why was he playing an Italian composer's work? Probably pay homage to his former cleaning boy, you thought.

Vivaldi's "Four Season" rang in your ears, the soothing lullaby of Winter lulled your frayed mind.

You even began to hum along with shut eye-lids.

Until a sharp note jolted you awake.

Austria slammed his fists on the keys, which make them scream out in pain by playing sharp notes and cords.

"Nein, es ist nicht gut genug..."[1]

You paused your breathing to hear him speak in his native tongue. You did not know very much German, but enough to get by when visiting Germany and Austria, along with other German-speaking nations.

However, this was not one of those times you understood.

"She'll never like me...Ich bin ein Versager..."[2] he muttered while running a fretful hand through his carefully messy brown locks.

"R-roderich...?" you squeaked meekly from the hallway, popping your head inside.

Austria jolted, slamming the keyboard cover over his piano in surprise, it seemed like he was guilty of something, given the way he's stuttering now. "[N-name]! What are you doing here?"

"I was listening to your lovely music." you stated with a benevolent smile.

"Lovely? Kaum...[3]" his cheeks dusted over pale rose.

"Nein, your music touches my heart, Roderich." you were beside him and placing a chaste kiss to his blushing cheek.

"Ich liebe dich und deine Musik[4]." you said before touching those lips to his own like a tiny whisper of a distant melody.

-[A/N]-

[1]:/ "Nein, es ist nicht gut genug.../ No, it's not good enough.."

[2]:/ "Ich bin ein Versager.../ I'm a failure..."

[3]:/ "Kaum.../ Hardly..."

[4]:/ "Ich liebe dich und deine Musik/ I love you and your music."