Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia. Or Chopin's Minute Waltz. I really should be doing other things right now, like writing a speech, cleaning my room, and working on It All Started With a Shot of Tequila, my USUK fic that has been neglected lately, but I've had inspiration, that goes by the name of Chopin- I happen to love him, and I never back down from inspiration. So, I just got back from a family reunion today, I found out that the rest of my family is so effing preppy it's not even funny. Yeah, but we were staying at the family cabin, with all of my Dad's sisters, except the one that died. Anyway, my grandfather came and he had just been to Hungary and Austria with his pretty new wife, even though they have been married for over a year. Back on topic! He bought my sister, one of my cousins and me Budapest hats and Katherine, the ex-model wife, whom I have had a rough past with, picked out this lovely violin replica that plays Beethoven in Vienna. But I should get writing...

Oh, and here are the names of Germania and Rome:

Germania: Leon, name courtesy of lovenaruto74

Rome: TBA- please notify me with suggestions, for now he will be Mr. Vargas. Although I don't think I can bring him in until next chapter then, which puts me in a bad position, but whatever. So, if you want me to bring him in, which I need to for the next chapter, then I really need a name for him.

Matthew was stunned. Of course, anyone would be considering the recent chain of events. But, oddly enough, that's not what had him stunned. Nor was the person on top of him either, if that's what you're thinking. No, he himself, in fact was the reason he was so stunned, more specifically what he'd just thought. Whoever just ran into him was obviously male, even when he was completely dizzy he could tell this. And, as far as he knew, Matthew wasn't gay. Not that he'd ever had that much interest in girls, but... how could he think that this complete stranger was hot? He was too absorbed in shock to realize that the guy was yelling at him.

"Hey! Are you okay." Matthew finally returned to reality. The stranger had gotten off of him, and he was now just lying on the the ground, staring up at the sky like an idiot. He shot up, trying to remember how to make words.

"Oh, uh, y-yeah." Matthew stuttered, holding his head. Then he remembered his violin. It wasn't in his hand. Ignoring his current splitting headache, he turned around and started looking for his violin case and glasses. "Where's my violin!"

"You mean this?" A voice from behind called. He whipped around, to see the stranger still standing there, holding up his violin case. But he wasn't completely relieved yet. Forgetting his manners, he yanked the case out of the other teen's hand and checked to see that the instrument was okay. Luckily, no damage had come from him throwing the violin, as it was a rather sturdy case, but it did give Matthew quite a scare.

"Thank God." He whispered to his violin, feeling a wave of relief wash over him. He didn't care so much about if he got a couple of scrapes, as long as his violin, his escape route from the real world, was okay, he was okay.

"Is that a violin?" The voice asked. Matthew looked up, his momentary relief thrown away when he remembered what had just happened. He was already so late for the opening ceremony, and he first needed to meet with the camp director to find out what this task he was supposed to preform was supposed to be. If only he knew where that was.

"Yeah, it is." He replied as he closed his violin case. He got up and looked around. Damn this campus was big. "Hey, um, do you know where the camp director's office is?" He felt a little strange, talking to a complete stranger, but he had no time to be shy right now.

"Yeah, I'll take you there if you do something for me." The guy bluntly offered.

"Excuse me?"

"I want to hear you play the violin." He clarified.

This was too much for Matthew. Wasn't it just common courtesy to help people out, not have to ask for something in return for just a small, insignificant favor. "I don't even know you!"

"I'm Gilbert Beilschmidt. Now you know me, so you can play." What was this guy's problem! Matthew was normally a flexible individual, having to grow up with Alfred, but he had had a hard day. He could be a jerk this once. No wait, he wasn't being a jerk, he was standing up for himself.

"No!" He spoke out in his loudest voice, which wasn't actually very loud at all. It scared him a little still. "I mean, you don't just go around asking people to play the violin." His voice returned to it's normal decibel.

"Well maybe you don't, but when you're as awesome as me, you do." This Gilbert fellow was really starting to get on Matthew's nerves. Who exactly did he think he was!

"That doesn't even deserve a response." And with that, Matthew turned around and began to walk, hoping that was the end of it. But of course it wasn't. He should have noticed sooner, but he was a little preoccupied. Besides, everything was close up before, but now the entire camp was stretching in front of his eyes, and he couldn't see any of it. He'd forgot his glasses! He turned and ran back in the direction he had been walking. Hopefully that creep would have left.

"You do know that by telling me that what I said didn't deserve a response, you responded." And there he was, Gilbert Beilschmidt, sitting there as if he knew that Matthew would come back. "By the way, you left your glasses."

Matthew snatched his glasses away from Gilbert. That guy was such a cocky jerk! But he had saved Matthew the trouble of looking for his glasses, so he at least owed him a thank you. "Thanks." He reluctantly replied.

"No problem. But now you owe me a favor." Gilbert smirked at him, and Matthew didn't know whether he was is extreme loathing, or... something else. Nope, it's gotta be the loathing. "Which brings me back to the subject of you playing me a song on the violin."

"What!" Matthew couldn't believe it. He bit his lip, he wasn't getting out of this this time. "Fine." He got out of his violin. He wasn't even going to bother warming up or tuning, it would be fine. He began to play. It was a rather difficult piece he'd been working on, Chopin's Minute Waltz. It wasn't an incredibly long piece, so it was good for the occasion. Still, the moment he put his bow to the string, all of his anger melted away. He was caught up in his own little world, only to have it shatter when he heard clapping.

"That was excellent! Really, you do belong in the music department here!" As Gilbert praised him, he felt his cheeks heat up. It wasn't like he hadn't been told things like that before, so why was he so flustered now. It had to be because this person was a stranger. That was it. "Now, time to take you to meet the 'director'."

This is a serious problem we have here! I can't update until I have a name for Rome. You want an update, don't you. Well then help me out here. And thank you, lovenaruto7, for helping me with Germania's name. This chapter was for you. Matthew really loves his violin, a lot like a good friend of mine, who is way protective of her violin. But it is a really nice violin. You don't really hear Minute Waltz being played on the violin a lot, mostly piano. Then again, it is a super advanced piece, I don't think I'll ever be able to play it. But whatever, I have a busy day tomorrow and I still need to write that speech!