Authors Note: Gah! Sorry for the random update, my friend gave me such a funny idea, I couldn't resist. Anyways, my updates are obviously going to be random, so I'm sorry! ;-; Please bare with me.
Disclaimer:I do not own Hetalia, or any land masses. I would probably ruin the world if I did. It would be an accident. Also, I'd make a law that everyone must own a unicorn.
ulchen was relieved that she only needed to attend Roderich's stupid little club every Wednesday and Friday until around 5 or 6 in the evening. She would've attended Mondays as well, but one, her biggest days where she offended the "no tardy rule" was Wednesday and Friday, for whatever reason, and two, Roderich had personally refused to teach her on Mondays, for the sake of his "sanity". Of course, Julchen didn't understand why he wasn't jumping at the opportunity to teach her "awesome self". But, since the feeling of hate was mutual, she didn't complain.
Upon knowing that she was going to have to be locked up in the stuffy room for another few hours after school made it a bit difficult to be her usual chirpy self. Luckily for her, Francis was aware of her feelings, and proceeded to attempt to comfort her (Antonio, another one of her close friends, would've helped just as much, but he had his own hands full, attempting to help a boy named Lovino study for some tests).
"Mon ami, are you alright?" The Frenchman cooed, slinging an arm around his old friends shoulder. Julchen only grumbled in reply, which Francis took to mean 'no'.
"I still don't see why you're so upset about being in the same room as him." Francis chuckled slyly, purring, "I wouldn't mind it."
More grumbling.
"Well, don't you fear, Julchen, because big brother Francis has everything under control!"
Julchen would've been a bit more comforted by Francis's confidence if one, she didn't know he was bluffing, and two, she wasn't in an entirely crappy mood. But Thursday passed eventually, and Julchen, being who she was, eventually returned to her old, chirpy mood. At least, when she wasn't in the after school activity.
Friday did roll around, as expected. But Julchen was rather determined to not let Mr. Calvart "win". This was a punishment, right? If it didn't affect her, then he had lost, much to Julchen's decision. Of course, she wasn't actually happy about the situation. She would've sooner jumped out the long windows in the music room. But, pretending had never been a weak spot for her. Especially if it worked in her favor.
Upon entering the room, Julchen could quite clearly see the slight sigh that Roderich let out at her entrance, which only encouraged her more. Not only could she annoy Mr. Calvart, but her stingy classmate, as well.
"I'm here for my lessons, Specs'!" Julchen announced bluntly, using a nickname she had given to him since they had met. But they rarely talked, so she rarely got to use it.
Out of the corner of her eye, Julchen spotted a small, golden trumpet, resting carefully on a flat music stand. Triumphantly, she scooped it up, settling herself on a small school chair, kicking her feet up on the piano bench, and proceeded to let out a loud, 'honk!' of the instrument.
"Could you please refrain from breaking my ear drums?" Roderich scolded instantly, turning around on the chair to snatch the instrument from Julchen, who looked extremely proud of herself.
It had taken the entirety of the last lesson for Julchen to finally perfect her ability to play a chord on the piano, which didn't include simply playing a chord, but learning each key on the piano individually and then some, which even in itself wasn't too difficult, but quite boring.
"So," Julchen began, lifting herself onto her usual spot beside the Austrian, "Am I gonna' learn a song, or what?"
"Or what." Roderich replied, in the middle of carefully situating the trumpet on the side of the piano, where neither of them would knock it over, "You'll be learning a few songs eventually, but we haven't received the sheet music. So, until then,"
Julchen watched as her classmate stood up to walk over to a covered drum, picking up a few sheets of paper. He handed some to her, adding, "You'll be learning this."
It was an extremely simple piece, to the point of insulting her intelligence. A few skips here and there, and the occasional quarter rest. Julchen scoffed, boasting, "This is too easy."
Julchen set the music up against the piano so she could read it easily, and, with an over-dramatic amount of carefulness, mostly mocking Roderich's delicate actions to the piano, began to play.
The music was extremely easy, to Julchen's triumph. She proceeded to give the paper a smug look, until she turned the page.
Which is when it got difficult.
A few odd notes scattered the page. Julchen recognized them, and knew full and well that it was quite similar to a chord. But when her fingers hit the notes, a sour ring came out, causing her face to drop to a gaze of agitation.
"What the…" She muttered, leaning in more closely to look at the paper, as though it would help. Her fingers fell over the notes again, but she was only rewarded with the same, bitter reply from the instrument.
Roderich had told Julchen that if the music was so 'easy', that she should be able to figure it out quite 'easily' before the next time he met with her, which was hopefully when he would be able to give her the new sheet music that she would be learning.
Which lead Julchen to be up at ten o'clock at night, glaring stubbornly at the sheet of paper in front of her.
"Julchen… It's ten at night… What could you possibly be doing?" Ludwig muttered sleepily, appearing in the door way to see his older sister slouched determinedly over the piano.
"Trying to figure out this lame chord…" Julchen replied, without pulling her eyes from the notes. They were practically mocking her…
Ludwig, with a sigh, slipped over to his elder sibling, mumbling tiredly, "Get up."
Julchen wasn't one to argue much with Ludwig, so she lifted herself from the seat obediently, and watched as Ludwig sat down, and began to play the song. Before she knew it, he had played the difficult chord perfectly, and finished the song. Without another word, he stood up, and exited the room, leaving an extremely confused Julchen.
