Here's Chapter 3.

I would like to once again thank Shatterdoll for letting me do this. Mainly because this chapter has more apparent references to her story, C Sharp. So Thank you again. ^-^

And to those of you who are loving me for this story ;D, I thought the covering of the piano was a nice touch, no?

She could hear movement in the room next to her. She laid in bed listening to her brother pace around his bedroom. She sat up and listened more closely. It had been three days since Hungary had come to visit. After she left, Switzerland locked himself in his room and only came out for meals and to shower. He always returned and seemed to take to pacing around and around, as though chasing his thoughts.

Liechtenstein worried about him. All she knew about his conversation with Hungary was it was about Austria. Austria and him never were on good terms, but normally any topic of the other country left Switzerland in an angry rant calling Austria a weak aristocrat or an idiot. She wondered what it was about Austria that made such a change in her older brother now.

Hungary listened to the depressing music flowing from the violin. She sat in the living room where the piano sat covered. She noticed that Austria now refused to come near the living room in the past few days. What was it with both the room and the piano that made him so determined to take long routes around the house. She sighed, the music ceasing, and left the room, closing the door behind her.

I have to see him. Switzerland decided, on the fourth night, laying awake in his bed. The clock read 2AM. He couldn't stand it. He wanted to know what had weakened Austria even more. He wanted to know why he refused to play the piano. Was it because of Switzerland and what he did to him? Or was there something else? Something deeper?

Switzerland sat up and shook his head. "There is nothing deeper." He growled at himself. "At least not with you."

That, however, was untrue. He would refuse to admit anything, but recently his thoughts were always of Austria. Nothing seemed to penetrate the hazy fog. He thought of their childhood. Of what happened between them. He tried to remember if there had been a spark between them when Switzerland had taken the other man in the most intimate way. He searched his memory so hard that all that seemed to be produced was a horrible migraine.

Could it be there had been? Was that why he felt guilty after just leaving after they had finished? Was that why he had kissed his cheek after they had finished their climaxes and laid together on the piano. Was that why he had enjoyed it so much more than he had planned to? Was that why Austria was shocked to see him leave so abruptly. That sorrowful expression filled his mind again and he swallowed, the guilt pressing in him again. Had Austria thought something would happen? A different ending?

Switzerland pressed at his migraine. Too many questions. He looked up and out his window towards Austria's house. What was Austria thinking about it all?

Austria laid on his side. He stared out towards Switzerland's house. The past nights had been filled with dreams of the other country. Of their childhood, sometimes, but mostly of Switzerland making love to him. Austria laughed humorlessly at the thought. More like fucking him. There had been no love in it at all, as Austria had tricked himself in believing their was.

He had hoped that day, when Switzerland showed up unexpectedly, that something would change, would grow, between them. Something more than just being childhood friends. Something more than Switzerland's determination to call him weak. To continue being angry with him.

Austria sighed and laid on his back. He wanted Switzerland. He missed him terribly. He burned to see him. Even if it meant feeling that sorrow again. That pain. That regret. He swallowed hard, trying to dislodged the lump forming in his throat. He turned again, laying with his back to the window.

Why did you do this to me? Austria thought again. Many times that phrase popped into his head. Why would Switzerland take him like he did and not feel anything.

Austria felt something. Something deep and complicated. He couldn't understand how he could, but he loved the other country. Even after everything, he knew he couldn't help but feel it. He hated himself for it, for now it caused him this horrible depression, but he still loved Switzerland. Even if Austria allowed himself to be tricked into believing Switzerland did too, he wanted to feel that pleasure again. He wanted to see him in the least.

Austria sat up suddenly and looked out the window. He decided that he had to see him, if it was the last thing he would do. He was going to go see Switzerland later that morning.

Switzerland awoke early that morning. Having only slept for four hours he was exhausted, but he had to do this. He dressed and snuck out of his room, taking care not to make any noise that would awaken the house. He made his way through the hallways and out the door. At a run he took a short cut and made his way as fast as he could to Austria.

Austria woke earlier than normal. He laid there to make sure Hungary was still asleep in the next room. All was silent. He quickly dressed and put his boots on. He snuck from his room and past Hungary's, down the stairs and out the door. He ran from his house and to a crossing in the road. He decided to take the long way, needing time to think of what he was going to say when he saw Switzerland.

Morning crept up on Switzerland as he ran towards the door of Austria's house. He felt his heart pounding with a sudden elation. A strange elation that he did not recognize. He rang the doorbell and waited. He felt the desire to see Austria burning. He took a deep breath and felt anticipation poison his blood. Roderich.

His heart pounded fiercely. He took a deep breath as the door opened. Hungary stood, wearing her night gown and a housecoat over it. She rubbed her eyes sleepily, but her face flashed to surprise. "Oh, Switzerland! What are you doing here?" She asked, amazed to see him.

Switzerland tried to see if Austria was coming to the door, but no one else seemed to be there. He looked back at Hungary and took another deep breath. He hated himself for being weak enough to have given into his emotions, but he wanted to see Austria so bad now, the fires of desire scorching his normal way of thinking. He almost didn't care how weak he seemed. "Is Austria here?" He asked trying to hide the urgency in his voice.

"I'm sorry, but he went somewhere early this morning." Switzerland felt disappointment crush him from no where. "I don't know when he'll be back." Hungary added seeming to push another disappointment boulder from nowhere.

Switzerland tried to swallow again. "Um… O-Okay." He looked away, his legs shook suddenly. "Uh, please d-don't tell him I was here." He added before walking as quickly as possible away from the house.

Where was Austria? He wondered worriedly if something had happened to him. It seemed as though Hungary didn't know where he had gotten to. What if he was hurt? Switzerland felt a strange, twisted frustration. He always had to go save the young aristocrat's butt when they were kids. This time, however, his frustration was mixed with a different kind. What if Austria got critically hurt and Switzerland wasn't there to save him?

Switzerland shook the thought out of his head. "He just went for a walk, shut up!" He yelled at himself and stormed off back to his house, taking the normal route. His elation he felt earlier deflated, having not seen the man in question. He sighed, releasing the last bit of disappointment from his body. He swallowed and tried pushing a lump out of his throat. Why was it he still wanted nothing more than to see Austria?

Austria knocked on the door. He knew what he was going to say. He wanted nothing more to reprimand Switzerland for playing with his emotions like he had. However, he felt strange femurs of excitement shiver through his body. It had been awhile since he had last seen the man. He felt a strange desire to just kiss him. He felt a strange desire just to see him once more.

A crushing blow knocked the wind from his body when Liechtenstein answered the door. Switzerland always answered the door. This must mean he wasn't home. He had to try, maybe he was just too busy to answer the door. "Is Switzerland home?" He asked, unable to mask the eagerness and hope in his voice.

Liechtenstein shook her head. "He disappeared somewhere. I don't know when he'll be back." She explained, sending the final blow down on Austria.

His shoulders fell and he felt nothing but defeat. "Oh." Was almost all he could muster. He swallowed, trying to shove that lump out of his throat. He took a strangled breath and smiled weakly. "Thank you."

He turned and left, heading home. He took the short cut, not wanting to worry Hungary anymore by taking longer than need be. With ever step another emotion hit him. Worry, sadness, defeat, anger, and a stronger desire. He still wanted to see Switzerland. Maybe he'd come by later. Maybe just after dinner. He's have to be home then. Oh, Vash.

Switzerland walked through the door and made his way to the kitchen. He hid his disappointment from Liechtenstein as she made him a cup of coffee. "Oh, brother, Austria was here asking for you."

Time stopped. That's where Austria had been? Here? He looked up at her, his heart had stopped, he couldn't breathe. "A-Austria." He struggled. He looked at her and hoped she had asked him to stay. He was here maybe.

"I didn't know when you would be back. I was about to invite him for coffee, seeing as he'd come all this way so early, but he just turned and left. He looked really upset you weren't here." Liechtenstein reported, watching her brother carefully.

Switzerland took in this news. Could he still be close by? Should he try and go after him? He wasn't sure what he wanted to do. He felt the strongest yearning to run after him, but logic kicked in. He was probably home by now. Maybe it would be best to try later? "Oh." He said finally, composing himself, hiding the weakness he had just felt. How was it that Austria weakened him so? What were these strange feelings?

As Switzerland had asked, Hungary didn't say anything to Austria about his abrupt visit. When Austria came home he disappeared to the living room for the first time in a while. She didn't even have time to ask him where he'd gone, but suddenly the house filled with music. A devilish piece. A logically, erratic movement. She listened. It turned into a sad piece, softly flowing into notes of sorrow.

She sighed and started on the house work, listening to the violin. She felt his anguish, but didn't know what caused it. Ideas wandered into her head, but all were more insane than the last.

Dinner ended and Hungary noticed a strange eagerness in Austria. It was the first positive thing he seemed to feel in a long time. She was slightly worried however. She had been invited to party, but was apprehensive about leaving Austria alone. He, however, urged her to go. She was complying and getting ready to leave.

"I'll be back around ten or eleven." She called. She heard the violin playing again, but knew he had heard her. She left and Austria stopped playing. He couldn't contain himself anymore. The desire to see Switzerland burned hotter and hotter since his failed attempt that morning.

He grabbed his jacket and ran to the door. He threw it opened and saw the man he'd been so eager to see. He stopped where he stood and stared at Switzerland, amazed he was actually standing there. Switzerland stared back at him, a strange emotion in his eyes. Despite the strong feeling to see him, Austria couldn't udder anything other than, "What the hell are you doing here?"

Chapter 3- End

Well there we go. Whatever shall happen next. *mischeivous grin*

A little more inside on Liechtenstein and Hungary and little more info on their burning desires.

AAAH! I NEED YOUR HELP! I have an AWESOME idea for a Canada fic, but I don't who to pair him with! I've narrowed it down to two countries: America and France. I'm leaning towards France, mainly because I perfer EnglandXAmerica. HOWEVER, for this awesome idea of mine (I'm sounding like Prussia) I am willing to make an exception, but I wanna get some opinions. So help me please!

TBC