Chapter 2 of the unofficial sequal to C Sharp by Shatterdoll.
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Liechtenstein watched Switzerland as he pushed around his food unblinkingly, looking deep in thought. She had noticed that lately her brother had always been deep in thought. Always distancing himself and staying home. He didn't even shoot at Italy whenever he went by to see Germany anymore. She was worried, but whenever she asked what was wrong he'd have a moment where he was back to normal and didn't tell her.
"Onii-san?" She asked quietly. He blinked and looked up at her.
"What is it?" He asked finally taking a bite of his lunch, as though it had just been put in front of him.
She sighed and decided to take one last chance. "Is there something on your mind?"
Switzerland stared at her and took another bite. "Of course there is. Nobel prizes are being distributed soon and I'm worried France might try something again this year."
Liechtenstein sighed and shook her head. She knew better than that. However she knew, even if she did press on, he would never tell her. She stood and cleared the table. When she turned around, Switzerland was gone.
Night was stalking behind the setting sun. Austria stared out the window, still hugging his violin. Hungary walked in and watched him a bit. He seemed more stand offish than normal. He talked less and seemed to stick to playing his violin more and more than even his beloved piano. "Austria?"
Austria turned to look at her and a faint smile appeared. The first she had seen in a long time. "Hungary, could you do me a favor?" He asked. His voice seemed broken. Like he was about to ask her to kill him.
"What is it?"
Austria hesitated, as though debating whether he really wanted to ask it. He took a deep breath and forced a smile. Hungary wavered slightly; she had never seen such a smile cross Austria's features. "Could you cover my piano for me?"
Hungary froze. "Your piano? What ever for?" She looked at him stunned. His piano was his whole life. What would possess him to ask such a thing.
He swallowed, as though expecting the reaction. "I don't think I'll be playing it for a while, but I don't want it to collect dust. There's a cover in the linen closet." He stood holding his violin. In truth, he never wanted to look at it again. It was too much of a reminder of his last encounter with Switzerland. It pained him to play it, so much he decided it best never to play it again.
"B-But Austria-!" Hungary exclaimed as he walked out the door. She could not believe such a request would come from him. He loved that piano. What was going on? Maybe Prussia was the cause.
He turned, that horribly forced smile on his face. "Please, Hungary. Just do this for me." Then he disappeared down the hall.
Hungary banged on Germany's door the following afternoon. As expected, Italy answer, wearing an apron and smiling. "Ciao! What are you doing here, Hungary?" He asked, letting her in, politely."
Hungary smiled back. "I'm here to see Prussia. Is he here?" She wanted answers. The only time she'd seen Austria so unlike himself was when Prussia invaded his vital regions and stole Silesia.
Italy paused to think. He pushed his hair out of his eyes, looking thoughtful. "Yea he's out back with Germany."
"Can I borrow something from your kitchen?" She asked sweetly, acting as though there was nothing on her mind.
Italy nodded, none the wiser to her plans. He led the way to the kitchen and picked up a tray leaving Hungary alone with directions to the backyard.
Italy walked out to the back yard where Prussia and Germany argued while Germany watered the plants. Germany looked composed, but Italy recognized the expression of annoyance on his face. Prussia seemed to bring it out more than Italy ever had. Italy walked up to Germany and held the tray of glasses of lemonade out to him smiling. Germany smiled back at him and kissed his cheek taking a glass.
"Ooh! Lemonade!" Prussia grabbed a glass and drank it all in one gulp. "Well as I was saying-."
"Prussia," Italy interrupted, liking Germany's peaceful expression enough to keep the argument at bay. "Someone's here to see you."
Prussia blinked and smiled. "Me? The awesome me? Who is-?"
WHAM!
Prussia went flying across the yard. Italy jumped and looked up at Germany. Both turned to see Hungary holding a frying pan. Prussia groaned and looked up, rubbing his head. "What did you do to Austria?" Hungary yelled, advancing toward her prey, frying pan held high.
Prussia leapt up and inched away. "I haven't done anything to that prat! I haven't seen him for a long while. Stay away!" He held up his arms over his head as Hungary drew nearer.
She glared at him. "Austria refuses to play his piano! He's not himself!" She stood back and glared at him.
Prussia lowered his arms and looked at the enraged country. "He what?" He asked he had not heard what he just did. Austria loved playing his piano. What was up with the aristocrat. Hungary nodded, lowering the frying pan.
Italy snapped his fingers. "Switzerland hasn't been himself, either." He recalled. The other three looked at him and he nodded. "He doesn't shoot at me when I cross his yard to get to Germany anymore. He hasn't for a while.
Prussia added calmly, sounding thoughtful. "I saw Austria with Switzerland awhile ago, but I don't think that has anything to do with it."
Switzerland was spending more and more of his time in the gunroom. Liechtenstein noticed that he hadn't been out and about in a while. She sighed as she walked by. The bell echoed through the house announcing someone at the door. She ran to the door and opened it. Hungary stood there, looking slightly worried. "Hello?"
Hungary smiled weakly. "Hello, is Switzerland home?" She asked politely.
Lichtenstein smiled and nodded. She led her to the parlor. "I'll go get him." She disappeared as Hungary sat down. Liechtenstein made her way down the hall and knocked on the door. "Onii-san?" She called. "Hungary's here to see you."
Switzerland froze, hand hovering over his favorite rifle he was about to clean. "What is she doing here?" He asked himself. "Alright, I'll be right out." He called. He stood and made his way to the parlor where Liechtenstein sat conversing with Hungary. Hungary looked up at him. There eyes met and Switzerland saw worry in the country's eyes.
"May I speak with him alone please?" Hungary asked Liechtenstein. She smiled and nodded standing and leaving. Switzerland took her seat and looked at Hungary. "It's been awhile."
Switzerland could only nod.
"It's about Austria." The name sent panic into Switzerland's blood. Did he tell her? "He's changed. He told me to cover his piano. He refuses to play it."
The Piano.
"Something's wrong and he won't tell me." Hungary looked almost desperate. "I'm so worried."
"Maybe it's Prussia." Switzerland suggested, trying to sound helpful.
"I've talked to him. He says he saw you with him at lunch a long time ago. I was wondering if he said anything to you?" Hungary explained, looking hopeful.
Switzerland felt a surge of relief travel through his veins. "No he didn't. I'm sorry Hungary."
She looked disappointed. Her shoulders slumped. "Well do you know of anything? Anything at all?"
Switzerland hesitated. An image of Austria laying beneath him, shuddering in pleasure flashed through his mind. He swallowed and looked up at Hungary, the image still playing out in his head. "No. I can't think of a thing."
Chapter 2-End
A little background on how Liechtenstein and Hungary feel about the secret passions Switzerland and Austria are conflicting themselves with. Mwahahaha and I had to add that part with Prussia! It was so called for!
And a little ItalyXGermany love!
TBC