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The night before the orchestra.
Feliciano was wandering about before heading to his dorm, lost in thought about the upcoming performance, when he suddenly heard the soft, distant sound of music. The italian turned toward it curiously, and began making his way through the semi dark halls in the direction of the sound, his boots clicking on the tile. He donned his black and red mission suit. His curl bounced behind him as he pushed open the door to roof.
Wisteria was sitting out on a concrete slab, wearing her casual uniform, playing her flute. Her ascot was swaying slightly in the gentle night breeze
The music was beautiful, and the italian leaned in the doorframe, listening to her melodies for a little while before she stopped. His golden eyes opened and he looked out at Wisteria, she was staring down at her flute, and though he couldn't see her face, there was a sort of worried distance about her.
"Wy?" He decided to make himself known.
The girl jumped and turned her head as Feliciano walked over and stood next to her, hands behind his back, a worried look on his face.
Wisteria looked up to him.
"Hey Feli, I didn't know you were up here."
"I heard your a-music. Can I sit?"
"Sure." Wisteria scooted over and Feliciano settled down next to her.
The sun had already set and the stars were out.
"It's a-pretty isn't it?" He asked, smiled fondly.
Wisteria looked over to him.
"Have you ever performed in front of such a big crowd before?" She blurted out.
Feliciano smiled, "Nope. I joined the orchestra late last year, this will be my first performance too. But we'll a-do great. All together." Feliciano's smile was contagious, and Wisteria felt her lips pull upwards.
"Yeah, your right, I'm just so nervous, I can't shake it."
Feliciano laughed, "You haven't done any a-missions yet either, have you?"
Wisteria shook her head.
Feliciano patted her on the shoulder.
"It's ok. Soon enough you'll a-be out in the field, and performing in front of a crowd will feel like nothing! After all, defusing bombs and breaking and entering has always been our big goal. It's quite an interesting world we live in, hm?"
He leaned back on his elbows and looked up at the stars.
"If anyone had told myself, all those years ago back in Rome, that I was going to be a super spy by the day I turned seventeen, I would have shot them."
Wisteria's eyes bugged out at the word 'shot' but she decided not to ruin the moment by demanding about it.
"It's just so a-ridiculous. I'm in America, I have so many a-friends I can count on. I've got my a-fratello here with me. If Headmaster Rome hadn't have picked us up, where would be be now? Prison? On trial? In another mafia gang? I don't a-know, but right here is better then any of those places." Feliciano's contented face spoke for him, at how much he loved his new life, and his new home.
"I'm just...nervous about how missions go. I mean, we could die."
Feliciano chuckled airily, "But thats what makes it so a-interesting! Don't mind how creepy that sounds, but we're doing incredible things. Things that will a-make this world better by tomorrow. Everyone here were just normal kids with incredible talents. Now look at a-us! Don't you think that even death couldn't turn you away from a place like this?"
Wisteria smiled softly and turned, looking up at the peaceful night skies, holding her flute to her chest with a fluttery sigh.
Feliciano smiled, knowing he'd done something good with his evening.
"Well...we've got a long day tomorrow, bella. Sweet dreams." He stood up and blew her kiss before walking to the door and disappearing down the stairwell.
Wisteria stared up into the sparkling jewels hanging in the inky black sky and saw the tail of a shooting star go by.
She closed her eyes.
I wish that tomorrow will be perfect.
Once her wish was made, the girl came to a stand, brushed off the butt of her shorts, and walked to the door, shutting it behind her.
The next day, just before sundown.
"Wisteria, turn around, I'll fix your bow."
"Ah! Eliza, your violin!"
"On, thank you!"
"Roderich, god dammit, wheres my viola!? I swear if it's damaged I'll kill you you prissy idiot!"
"Calm down, Gilbert, it's in the trunk of the van with everything else."
"Oy, tomato bastard, who's driving?"
"I dunno, ti amo."
"Don't a-call me that!"
"I thought I was driving, aru?"
"No way, bro, your, like, a headcase behind the wheel, dude."
"Ve~ I'll a-do it!"
"NO!"
It was a madhouse in the music room as everyone rushed about in their finery, checking instruments and packing sheet music.
Gilbert fussed with his bow tie.
"Whats wrong with our school uniforms?"
"Don't complain!" Elizabeta ordered as she tied the bow on the back of Wisteria's dress. All the girls were wearing floor length dresses of black silky material with a short amount falling down from the waist to the ground of scarlet lace. With large red bows not unlike the ones on their school uniforms and short sleeves. All the boys were in tuxedos and very few of them seemed okay with it.
"THIS IS AWFUL!" Mathias roared.
"Your annoying, Den." Lukas grumbled as he packed his xylophone.
"But I'm choking!"
Lukas's hand shot out and seized the Danes tie, effectively strangling him.
"No. Now your choking." Lukas said over his teammate's sputtering.
Emil rolled his eyes at the two of them as he hefted his drum and made for the door.
Tino broke the two to squabbling Nordic's up.
"Come on, guys, no need for that today, we're going to have a great time!" Tino, always the positive one, said, putting a hand on each of his friends's shoulders and forcing Norway to release Denmark's tie.
Once freed, Mathias doubling over, gasping.
"Are you...trying...to KILL ME?" Mathias demanded.
"I'm trying to point out how annoying you are." Lukas replied levelly as he turned back to his xylophone.
Tino chuckled lightly.
"We leave in twenty minutes! Everything in the van now!" Roderich called, he already had a conductors baton in his hand.
"Let's go rock that joint, bros!" Alfred cried, racing out the door, trumpet in hand.
"I'll never understand why he joined an orchestra of all things, with such an obsession with rock music." Yao grumbled as he struggled with his harp.
"Need some assistance, comrade Yao? My cello is already packed away." Ivan asked, looking downright odd in a tux as he walked up.
Yao sighed.
"If you wouldn't mind."
Ivan lifted the harp with one arm and realized too late that his shorter teammate was dangling from the top of it.
"Oh, sorry."
"Put me down, aru!"
Roderich massaged his forehead.
"Thank god we aren't this disorganized on stage." He murmured.
At long last, though, everyone managed to get outside, get their instruments in one of the three vans they were taking, and prepare to depart.
Headmaster Rome caught them just before they began to pile into the cars.
"Big news!"
"Plot twist! The performance is cancelled! Oh well, we tried." Gilbert said a bit to eagerly as he jumped off the bumper of one of the vans and made to go inside, reaching up to remove his bow tie.
"Prussia." Rome said sternly.
"Sorry."
"Ok, as I was saying. Big news! The Mayor is coming!"
"The Mayor!?"
Excited and nervous voices rose.
"That's right! So let's ace this performance! Operatives, move out!" Rome exclaimed.
Everyone clambered into the vans and the began the drive to the city theater.
At the theater.
At the front of the parking area for the musicians, Roderich, who was driving the first in the row of three vans, stopped and rolled down his window.
"Hello, we're the students from Hetalia Academy." He presented his student I.D
The man checked the I.D, comparing the face on the card to the teenager driving the van.
"Alright, your cleared, go ahead." He handed Roderich back his I.D and the train of vans continued into the parking area.
The work of unloading instruments wasn't all too difficult. The hardest parts were Ludwig's large drum, Yao's harp, Ivan's cello, and Lukas's xylophone.
"Careful! Careful!" Yao flitted all around the removal of his harp and Lukas was watching his xylophone with a careful eye. Ludwig insisted on carrying his drum himself, and
Ivan easily lifted his cello, packed safely in it's case.
The group was directed up to the stage, where, behind large red velvet curtains, they began to set up.
"Everyone line up, tubas over here..." Roderich was organizing everyone as Yao practically hugged his harp once it had been set safe and sound on the stage. They were all set up, and soon enough the sound of chatter reached their ears.
Wisteria, flute in hand, peered around the edge of the curtain.
"Whoa..." She whispered, turning to report to a whole group who were looking up at her expectantly.
"It's a full house. Packed. The mayors in the front row." She said.
"Okay, now the nerves are kicking in." Elizabeta gulped as Vash began unconsciously straightening his tie while Lilli beside him fiddled with her skirts.
"Don't worry, everyone, it will be wonderful! I have confidence in our abilities! Now, places!" Roderich said, raising his fist into the air before everyone took their places.
The curtain rose and Austria tapped the side of the conductors stand before starting off. Wisteria lifted her flute in preparation. Austria began to conduct, and the instruments began to rise into melody together.
It was the same as when they were marching through the halls.
Slowly but surely smiles found faces, the crowd was beaming at the sight of the young group playing in harmony. As for every practice Alfred found his way to his feet, Yao was strumming along beautifully, and Mathias had a wide grin on his face, eyes sparkling as he bashed his cymbals.
Greece had pulled his famous sleeping act, snoring away until it was exactly his moment, and awakening to play his chimes. Everyone enjoyed the performance, and when the final note echoed into stillness, it did not remain still for very long.
The crowd burst into frenzied applause, and for several seconds, the students got to bathe in the spotlight of all their hard work and practices paying off.
They enjoyed it until the applause turned to screams of terror as the windows imploded and a group of ten armed men wearing all gray came smashing into the theater. Donning all the obvious signs except the classic, artistic M, there was no denying it as the members of the orchestra leapt to their feet, violins and oboes, flutes and drumsticks, all went crashing to the floor. Tino fisted his hands, glaring at the hated people they all so despised.
"Morgan's men."
Amethyst: Heh, heh, heh...
Tino: Your worrying me...
Amethyst: MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Tino: Now your scaring me!
Amethyst: Ah! I'm sorry, my tiny adorable explosives expert!
Tino: ...I don't know how to respond to that...
Amethyst: The plot thickens!
Tino: Yay?
Amethyst: Your being held at gunpoint, why yay?
Tino: I'm honestly just trying to make you happy.
Amethyst: Your so nice!
Tino: I try my best! Ok everyone! Listen up! Favorite, follow, and review! Thanks!