Summary: Feliciana, an Italian girl, stays after school to finish her painting when she meets a very handsome pianist from Germany. AU, Genderbending. Fem!ItalyxGermany, very slight PrussiaxFem!Canada and SwedenxFinland. Rated T for mild language and an appearance from France.

Author Comments: Hey! This is my first Fanfiction! Well, the first that I've put online! ^_^ I hope you all like it! It isn't the greatest, but I hope it's okay!

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia, no matter how much I wish I did.

"Ve~ Lovi," a short, dark-skinned girl shouted across the hallway as she ran to the referred, her chestnut ponytail bouncing up and down to the rhythm of a long hair curl that was completely different to the rest of her locks. As she neared, Lovina shut her locker and turned to the other, an unfriendly look on her face.

"What do you want, Feliciana?" She asked, stepping around the younger and heading for the double doors out of the school. Feliciana followed her, trying to keep up with her sister's quick footsteps. It was quite odd how they looked so much alike, and yet they were so different.

"Ve, I have to finish my art project. I'll be home a little late, so don't worry about me, okay?" She explained happily, a huge smile on her face. The older sputtered and stopped in her tracks, almost causing her sister to run into her.

"Like I would be worried about you! Do what you want." Lovina waved a hand and was off before the younger could say 'pasta'. Feliciana shrugged and skipped away to the art room on the second floor. As she approached the door, some sort of melody drifted out of the room. It was a captivating piano piece, no doubt someone playing some sort of symphony composed by some popular pianist. Feliciana slowly opened the door, so as not to startle whomever was playing. The art room used to be a music room, so there were many instruments posing as paraphernalia.

Once she got the door completely ajar, she stopped in her tracks. Inside, sitting at the grand piano, was a burly blond. His posture was perfect – he had a very strict teacher, no doubt – yet his fingers softly glided over the keys. The piece was hypnotizing, it seemed even the boy was being lulled. His eyes were shut and his head softly bobbed to the music. It was a masterpiece. Feliciana wished she had a camera to preserve what her eyes were taking in, so she could possibly paint it later. Suddenly the music stopped and Feliciana shook her head to jerk herself out of the daze. Staring at her were two beautiful blue eyes, which captivated her completely, more so than the music had.

"Um, please excuse me," the boy said, his cheeks growing pink as he stood up and grabbed his music.

"Oh!" Feliciana exclaimed, shaking her head. "Please don't mind me! I just needed to finish something up. You don't have to go." The blue eyes averted, much to Feliciana's dismay.

"No, I really should be going."

"Oh. That's too bad. I'd hoped to have some company, but I guess being alone is alright." Her tone was horribly sad, and the boy caught a glimpse of disappointment in her eyes.

"Well, I guess I could stay for five more minutes, if you want me to." Feliciana's eyes lit up and her lips quirked into a brilliant smile.

"That would be wonderful!" She cried, quickly making her way across the room. She held out her hand. "My name is Feliciana, but everyone calls me Feli. And what is your name?"

The boy hesitated a moment, not completely sure how to react to someone so peppy. He slowly brought his hand up, shaking hers stiffly. "Mine is Ludwig."

"Ve~, what an odd name! Are you German?" She asked incredulously, still shaking his hand. The blond nodded, a bit embarrassed, and let go of her hand, a small blush forming on his cheeks. He averted his eyes to the floor and scratched the back of his neck.

"So, um, what exactly did you come here to do?" Ludwig asked, looking around the room. She couldn't be in the music class, since he would have met her already. Might she be in the art class?

"Oh! Right! I came to finish my painting!" She ran off to the other side of the room and grabbed a canvas, then stepped over to the easels and wrapped her arm around one of the sides dragging it loudly up next to the piano. A giggle came from her slightly parted lips and she shot a grin up at Ludwig. "Do you paint?" She asked. The German shook his head.

"N-no," he stuttered awkwardly, glancing over at the piano, "playing the piano is my only hobby. I'm not very good at art." Feliciana tilted her head questioningly. How could someone not be good at art? It was a form of expression, and everyone has a different way to express themselves, right? A smile formed against her lips.

"Ve~, but music is an art!"

Ludwig looked at her, a bit shocked. He smiled down at her softly. She had made a valid point (surprisingly). "You're right. I guess it is." Feliciana felt her face heat up. At first she thought he was kind of weird, but seeing him smile like that made her insides melt. He was very attractive when he didn't have such an irritated look on his face.

Feliciana forced herself to look away from him, much to her dismay, and uncovered the canvas. She set it up on the easel and stepped over to the other side of the room to grab the paints and brushes. Ludwig peered over at the canvas and felt his eyes widen in surprise. It was beautiful. Soft, languid strokes went one way, harsh, violent strokes went another, and somehow, with the two combined it created a half-finished, but very beautiful, landscape with beautiful green trees and a bright cobblestone walkway. It looked so professional. Did she really paint it?

When Ludwig noticed her finish up and turn around, he quickly looked away, not wanting her to think of him as intrusive. She walked back, a very noticeable bounce in her step, and arranged the paints in the easel, searching through the brushes to find the perfect one. She grabbed a tiny one and dipped it into the green paint. The blond watched as she brought it up to the canvas and lightly flicked her wrist, adding soft touches of grass growing from the cracks of the walkway. It was very impressive. He never thought watching someone paint would be so…calming.

"Ludwig?" Feliciana asked not looking up from her canvas. The blond jumped a little and nervously peered over at her. Did she know he looked at her painting earlier?

"J-ja?" He stuttered, the German word rolling off his tongue. It was a bad habit when he was nervous.

"Will you play the piano while I paint? I really enjoyed listening to it earlier."

Ludwig's ears turned a soft pink colour and his palms got a little sweaty. He'd never played in front of anyone besides his teacher before. He cleared his throat and nodded, sitting on the bench, and set up his music. This time he turned to a song by Mozart, his teacher's favourite composer, and started playing, trying not to pay attention to the swaying brunette in the room.

He really wasn't sure how many songs he played, or how much time went by, but it was, honestly, one of the most enjoyable times he had in a while. Since he studied so hard, and focused on practicing most of the time, he never made many friends. He had his brother, his cousin (who was also his teacher), and a Japanese boy (who he really wasn't sure if he was his friend, or just an acquaintance. It was hard figuring that guy out).

"Ve~, I'm done!" Ludwig paused in his song to look over at the painting. Not much had added, but what had been added made the picture much happier. There were fluffy clouds and cheerful birds in the sky, some flowers in the garden off to the side, and grass gave more colour to the cobblestone.

"That's amazing, Feliciana," he commented, finding it very difficult to take his eyes off the painting. Such magnificence should be put up in a museum.

"I-it's nothing, really." Feliciana blushed at hearing him say her name. The way he said it gave her goose bumps and caused her heart to beat rapidly; she didn't really understand why.

"Where did you learn to paint like this?"

"Ve~, my Grandpa is a wonderful painter! He taught me when I was very little!" She grinned up at the blond, who peered down at her with his blue eyes. Oh, how she wished she could paint those gorgeous eyes.

"It looks like he taught you well." Ludwig's lips quirked up into a small smile that made Feliciana blush a soft pink colour.

"Ah, grazie, Ludwig!"

Just as Ludwig was about to respond, his phone started buzzing. He sighed and answered it, knowing very well who was on the other line.

"Yeah?" He asked, very irritated.

"Hey! Where are you? It's almost dinnertime, and the awesome me needs some dinner! Hurry home!" And with that he hung up, not giving Ludwig time to protest. The blond put the phone back into his pocket, sighing.

"I have to go, Feliciana."

Feliciana's smile shrunk, but didn't leave her face.

"Ah, yes, it's pretty late. My sister will be worried about me if I don't head home now. It was nice talking to you, though! I really enjoyed it."

"I enjoyed it, too. Maybe we could hang out some time soon?" He asked hopefully.

"Ve~, of course!" Feliciana giggled, the curl on her head bobbing up and down lightly. "I would love that!"

Ludwig smiled and grabbed his things. "Well, I'll see you later. Bye."

Feliciana waved him off, her smile disappearing when he had completely vanished from her sight. Sighing she hauled the easel over to the other side of the room, not worrying about the paints staining her T-shirt, and covered it. She took one last look at the piano, where Ludwig had been sitting, and turned off the light, making her way out of the room backpack in tow.

Well, there you go! ^_^ I hope to update weekly, so be ready next week for Chapter 2!