It wasn't the first time that France had told himself that if Austria spotted him observing his piano playing outside the window of his house, he would be severely punished. However, the undeterred Frenchman paid secret frequent visits to the uptight Austrian's mansion, just to listen to the pianist's skillful fingers glide across the ivory and ebony keys on the black grand piano. France had always appreciated beauty in many forms and Austria pouring his heart and soul into creating beautiful music was similar to the steam with the scent of cooked delectable food, enticing a hungry person into the kitchen from whence it came.
France could remember the first time he fell in love with Austria in both attractiveness of appearance and talent. Just like that cooked food steam, the piano melody and harmony lured the blonde haired man from his afternoon walk to the marble white mansion where it came from. Upon sight of the dark haired male through the window, France's heartbeat raced, his palms dampened in sweat and his sapphire eyes could not break away from the figure filling the room with the wondrous song. Everything about Austria forced the Frenchman to stay in an amazed trance like state until the Austrian disappeared out of the room for whatever reason. Since then, hours would pass and his obsession with Austria overrode with whatever he originally set out to do, often to the extent when day would turn to night and he wouldn't notice nor care.
It was only a few more visits later that France began to sing along to the music Austria played. The words and melody were love confessions for the pianist in his native tongue, which unfortunately he would never hear through the window. The Frenchman's desire for singing to the piano accompaniment became his secret passion and his secret sexual pleasure. When touching himself in bed, France would beg his imaginary Austrian lover to play the song while he sings his orgasmic cries to it.
Eventually, he decided to confess his love for the man, only for his heart to rip in two. He saw through the same window where he watched Austria play the piano, the dark haired man on one knee, proposing to the long, chestnut haired woman, Hungary. When she embraced the other into an amorous hug, France fled away from the mansion and sobbed all night. His fantasies of the secret duets with Austria dashed.
It would only be a few years before curiosity and the alluring sound lured France back to that same mansion and although that woman watched Austria play the piano inside the room, it still sounded as gorgeous as the day France first heard it. And as risky as it was, the Frenchman still continued to sing with the chords but this time the tune was filled with sadness and longing. Sometimes, Hungary would tell Austria how she liked that extra melody underlying the piano playing, provoking a confused expression from the man and asking, "what melody?"
Only France knew how beautiful his voice and Austria's piano playing combined sounded.
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So this is what happens when the admin stays up until 1:20am, listening to the piano version of 'Listen to Your Heart' by DHT feat Edmee... you get a one-sided, unrequited love fan fic of France and Austria. To be honest, it just randomly came to me and well, here it is. I need to get some sleep now.