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Summary: Austria has been depressed lately over losing everyone that was close to him, especially Hungary. He is invited over to her house without any knowledge that it is actually a party. She planned this party right before the festive season so that she could celebrate with all of them, but also let them celebrate the festivities the way they want to.

A/N- I Do enjoy the thought of Austria and Spain being good friends. I also think that Spain should be able to play the cello. This first chapter I would rate T, maybe lower, but that's a precaution. The next two will be rated M though.

A/N- 2/12/13- For those anticipating the final chapter, I'm sorry as I am finalizing my corrections for the completion of the story.

A/N- In this story I use "liebe" and "szerelem" not as terms of endearment, but as the thought of the other BEING their love or the essence there of.

WARNING- One part of this chapter will be harder to grasp if you're not musically inclined. If you aren't, just think 'pretty music'.

The moon set glow to the world about. The wind pushed the leaves on the ground that fell from Autumn's chill. His hands were sweaty and his brow was creased. He was standing outside of Hungary's home, but he wasn't certain if he could take another step towards the door.

"It's been a long time since I was here," said the brunette with the violet eyes, "but the steps seem like they've grown since then."

He looked down at the ground and clenched his fists. "Perhaps I was stupid to come here. What was I even expecting to happen?" He stood there in a near silence, listening to the only noise around him that was the Autumn breeze. Minutes seemed to pass, and still he stood there.

"I'm a fool," he said turning to leave, "I shouldn't have come here to begin wi-".

"Austria!" Called out a familiar voice that interrupted his speech. "Everyone, Austria is here!"

Everyone? He thought. He looked to a window that had been opened, Italy was leaning out of it and was waving at him.

"Someone get the door for Mr. Austria." With that, Italy shut the window, but on his hand. Romano laughed and Germany came to help him.

Roderich stood there confused for a moment, but then started up the stairs. As he approached the door, Spain opened it to let him in.

"Buenos noches mi amigo!" Yelled Antonio as he squeezed Roderich with a hug. Roderich froze for a moment at the sudden interaction, but then hugged him back. Antonio ceased the embrace and led the virtuoso aristocrat into the house. "Where have you been Roderich? Nobody has seen you in quite some time." Antonio said to start a conversation.

"Oh, I've been busy recently, that's all," Roderich replied. In truth, he was depressed lately, and to the point where he was making many mistakes on his music that he would quit on it. He wanted to write some of the other countries some songs, but would get caught up in repressed emotions that he was unable to finish a single one. Thus, he had stayed home that whole time contemplating his feelings and hating himself for his inability to compose music.

As for his repressed emotions for the other countries, one country was standing out above all of the others: Hungary. His ex-wife, his former comrade, his motivation, and the woman whom he wished would take his heart, for he felt it belonged there the most.

"I see," said Antonio, "busy with what?"

"Ehrm. Just music composition, I suppose."

"You certainly do get caught up in that." Spain laughed a little. The two of them were going up the stairs to the second floor where everybody else was. "Well, I'm happy you came amigo. And I'm sure that Hungary is glad you came to her party as well." He smiled at Roderich. Roderich felt a pang of hurt and happiness simultaneously, and he blushed and scowled in a likewise timing. Spain was quick to see how his emotions, and depicted everything from Roderich's mind.

"Ay, ahora entiendo," said Antonio. "I'm very sorry hombre. You still love her then, huh?" Roderich nodded. "And, obviously, sad that you lost her not too long ago." Again, Austria shook his head. "Well, amigo, I suppose you should let her know. Perhaps not tonight, but maybe after the holidays. I mean she did make this party before the festives so that she could see us all and celebrate them, but so that we could all do what we want during them. So if she's wanting us to do what we want for the holidays, she could get mad if you weren't celebrating on your own account. Me entiendes?"

Roderich nodded in agreement and then said, "I suppose we should have a good time tonight for her then."

"That's right hombre! Ay, and I'm sorry to say, but Prussia is here, and I know you two aren't always on good terms. I decided it was best to warn you, though you'd probably find out in the next minute or two."

"I'm fine with him actually, as long as he doesn't try anything... sketchy." Replied the musician as they approached the dining room's door.

"I hope you're ready, amigo."

"As ready as I can be, mein freund."

They opened the door to a clamor of countries setting up Elizaveta's dining table. Romano was putting plates around, France was putting wine and champagne in their respected places, America and England were setting goblets and napkins after the plates and were also arguing over something, China was placing the silverware on the napkins, and Russia was bringing bowls to all of the placements. Roderich noticed that Germany was placing ice on Italy's hand and lecturing him on a bench next to the window that Italy had yelled out of. Prussia was stretched out on another bench, and Switzerland and Liechtenstein were occupying a third. Spain had Austria sit with him on the fourth and final bench in the spacious room.

"You almost killed us you bloody idiot!" Roderich was now able to hear England and America's bickering.

"Dude, bro, in my country we drive that way though."

"Yes, I know. But we were in Birmingham!"

"Yeah dude, that's in Alabama."

"The Birmingham in my country you git!"

"Oooohh, that makes so much more sense man."

Roderich tuned out the other countries because he had noticed that Elizaveta wasn't around, and he was going to inquire Antonio where she was.

"She's in the kitchen with Japan and Belarus getting the food ready." Roderich noticed Russia had dove under the table at the mention of his little sister, and he couldn't help but grin a little.

"No doubt Japan and Elizaveta are talking about their terribly unhealthy obsession with yaoi" Roderich muttered quietly, though Antonio heard it and genuinely laughed. Roderich couldn't help but chuckle at his comment with Antonio.

"Is anybody else coming?"

"Hm, well Netherlands is on his way, same with Ukraine, I heard Canada was supposed to be here by now, but nobody has seen him, Iceland was invited and so was Poland. That's all I can remember."

"Oh, I see."

"Hey there loser!" Came a very boastful voice. Roderich turned to the red-eyed albino that had made his way over to the duo. "What's a pathetic excuse for a country like yourself doing here?"

"Good evening Gilbert. I'm obviously here for the party; and may I remind you, I'm actually still a country." Roderich returned coldly. "Oh, and don't even bother a response to that. It's probably something along the lines of 'I'm too awesome to disappear,' or 'Yeah, but I'm awesome, so suck it loser.' So having gotten to that point, you'd probably just storm away to pester at somebody else. And so, you should leave."

Prussia started to go on over to Switzerland and shouted "Yeah whatever! I'm awesome so suck it loser!" As he approached Vash, however, the blonde pulled a pistol out and shoed Gilbert away.

"That idiota never gets the point does he?" Said the green-eyed brunette to the violet-eyed one. "Besides, I'm one to think that America topped his awesomeness and narcissism a very long time ago."

"Hm. I suppose I could concur with that," replied a now very irritated Austria.

"Say, I know what would cheer you up hombre. Elizaveta recently put a piano in the other room, and she also has a few instruments in there. I know you taught Feliciano music while he was still growing up, I also taught Lovino the guitar, and I recently took the time to learn the cello. I think it'd be muy magnifico if we all attempted to play some music, yeah?"

Roderich pondered on that for a moment. "Wir könnten genauso gut. Does she have a violin?"

"Si."

"Then grab the two and bring them with us."


Roderich went straight to the music room while Antonio grabbed the brothers. As he walked in, he couldn't believe the sight. The moon shown into the room and made the piano seem to shine. The window stretched from floor to ceiling. The walls were painted white with music signs in black, from notes to time measures, and clefs to grand staffs. The ceiling was designed to carry sound and let it linger (a self amplifier, if you may). All of the instruments' main color were a matching black. Roderich stood there for a moment transfixed in the room's beauty. He slowly started to the piano. The room even smells wonderful, thought the musician. He sat in the piano bench, and found it comfortable. He touched the keys, and found them cooled by the night and smooth. He then rolled Gb Major from bottom to top the way he found fit. "Ah, how in-tune." Roderich sayed satisfied. He started to improvise a song while waiting for the three to come in.

The piano rang beautifully through the whole room. It seemed to fill every particle in the air and every molecule inside of Roderich. Suddenly, the door opened and in came the others. "Bastardo!" yelled Lovino as they entered. It certainly was a change in atmosphere.

"Buonasera papà!" Feliciano ran to Roderich and embraced him. He was taken off gaurd, but returned the embrace.

"Okay Feliciano, go grab the violin, you're leading us. Antonio, always play either a counter-melody or your feel of the root position of every chord that is in the progression. Lovino, you and I will play the progressing chords that follow Feliciano's melody, and we will also throw in some improv when we feel." Everyone gave their agreements, Lovino's was slightly more stubborn, of course.

Feliciano picked up the violin; it was so beautifully made. Just holding it, you could almost hear music coming from the hallow inside. "Feliciano." He looked to Roderich who called his name. "Key of Eb minor, okay?" Feliciano nodded and stood ready to play while he thought of a melody. He played a few notes in sequence to get a feel of what he wanted. Suddenly, Holy Rome came to his mind. So many feelings came through him at once that he almost dropped the violin. But something in those feelings and in Holy Rome's memory told him what to play.

"I've got it," he said with a more serious tone, one that the other countries almost never saw in him. Feliciano closed his eyes, imagined his childhood love, and began his melody. It started slow and high, and then it quickly jumped from note to note scaling down and landing on a sad tone. He remembered everything he and Holy Rome did in their youth, and his music was reflecting just how touched he was; it also started to touch the others. It was a melody that reflected something once happy and sublime, but viewed in a melancholy manner.

As Feliciano was finishing the second time through his work, Antonio was already thinking of a counter-melody to go with it. As the third was beginning, it was both Antonio and Lovino who joined, Antonio with his counter-melody that intensified Feliciano's work, and Lovino had started to play the chords that he felt belonged in relation to the melody.

Roderich wanted to be the last to join. He sat at the piano, hands at the ready, eyes closed, and letting the music fill his entire body. The music brought him back to the days when Elizaveta and him were raising Feliciano. Perhaps that is what Feliciano is playing about, Roderich thought. It was truly a touching song.

On the fourth time's beginning, Roderich began his accompaniment. His notes started to complete the song. The vibrations were bouncing around the room and filling everyone's mind. The sound was something that they had not experienced before. Roderich smiled ever-so-slightly at the music he was finally able to make. This was something I wanted to do so badly, he thought. This is what I was missing in my recent life. Not giving music to others, but making it with them.

Feliciano was tearing-up at the memory of Holy Rome, but his mind suddenly went to Germany. His mood changed. He started thinking to himself about the two and comparing them. They were so alike in so many ways; they even looked similar. Italy knew that he had fallen to Holy Rome before, but was he falling for Germany too? As Germany was filling his mind, he started to feel a change in the music too. "Key change to D Major on the next one! Same progression." The Italian cried out.

As the music changed from a beautiful-sad to a romantic-sweet, everyone's thoughts turned to love instantly. Roderich began to ponder on Elizaveta. Her beautiful green eyes were more precious than all the emerald in the world. Her smile was the only light that he saw in his darkest days. Her touch was the only one that soothed his mind and body. Her kiss- God I miss her kiss, he thought, so soft on mine, so sweet, so hypnotizing. Roderich then started to put his soul into the music for Elizaveta. Every note went without hesitation to resemble her beauty.

"Closing sequence," the Austrian said, though it wasn't needed, they all felt the end coming. The notes rang out from a climatic loud to a hushing decrescendo. The sweet sound was something that they didn't want to end, but knew it had to. As the last measure came, Austria and Lovino let their instruments ring out, Antonio played the last few notes of his counter-melody on the cello slower than before, and Feliciano kept the same pace on more notes so that when everything came to a close, the most beautiful chord was sent vibrating through the whole room.

An applause suddenly came from nowhere. The four musicians turned to see that all of the other countries had gathered outside the room and were listening to almost the entire song. Feliciano noticed Germany lightly clapping for them; he returned the violin and ran to him and gave him a near tackle hug. He was secretly crying into Germany's shoulder.

As Romano and Spain were returning their instruments, they made eye-contact and blushed. Romano looked away calling him a stupid asshole. But Spain had seen the reaction. They both were feeling the lingering emotions from before that the music had intensified.

Roderich stood up, expressionless, but on the inside was feeling love and sadness. He turned to the crowd. Prussia was leaning against the doorframe appearing unimpressed, America and England had felt the music too and were standing next to each other slightly awkward and were clapping, Netherlands had arrived sometime during the song and was clapping with Liechtenstein who was very enthusiastic about the song, and the rest of the countries were giving their appreciation as well. Some were a little awkward about it like Switzerland, and some were very happy about it like France.

"Roderich, that was purely gorgeous," came a Hungarian voice. Roderich looked and saw Elizaveta walking to him with her arms spread for a hug. Roderich took the last few steps that seperated them quickly and held the woman he felt the world for. "Danke liebe," was the Austrian's happy response.

"Okay everybody! The food is now ready and we can eat." Hungary said this after breaking a momentary hug with Roderich; he felt as though it was ages long in that embrace, however.

Everyone gave some happy remarks and went to the dining room. They all sat around the table ready for a delicious meal. From the head of the table, where Hungary sat, Austria sat next to her, then Italy, Germany, France, England, America, an "empty" seat, Netherlands, China, Russia, Belarus, Ukraine, Poland, Prussia, Switzerland, Liechtenstein, Iceland, Romano, and Spain who sat on the other side of Hungary. "Go ahead and eat all of you!" And with that, a feast was started.

A/N- Yeah, there was a 20-seater table, get over it :P

A/N- I would love reviews. If you want translations from Spanish or German, there is Google Translate. I also realize that some things may be technically wrong, but the idea should be easily known. Absolutely no flaming as it is my first fanfiction.