Title: Two Chicks And A Pianist Walk Into A School...
Rating: T
Talking: Hey dudes! Feel free to PM me if you have any ideas/requests for other Hetalia/Hetalia crossover fanfictions!
Keep an eye out for my next idea, "When In Rome, Do As The Romans Do!" It'll include:
-multiple pairings (PM me if you want to request a specific one, although I can't always guarantee),
-con artists working for a good cause,
-human!au,
-preteen/teen!au,
-Ancient Rome and Germania, and
-a great deal of illegal happiness (no seriously this kind of love is illegal. Just... Read it to find out)!
Credits: HUGE THANKS TO DOVELEAFOFCLOUDCLAN! Dove was an amazing help and was so supportive and had such good ideas! Thank you so much for a lot of the plot and for just... Helping out, Dove!
Disclaimer: I do not hold or claim to hold any sort of ownership or rights over the characters in this story; they belong to Hetalia/Hidekaz Himaruya and Harry Potter/J. K. Rowling.
Two Chicks And A Pianist Walk Into A School: Prologue:
Third Person POV
Austria plays his piano, the notes high and wavering and familiar. The song is nearly as old as the two nations who sit on either side of him on the bench-it's ancient.
Italy's smile is serene and comfortable, completely at ease with the song. Nostalgia fills his heart. This tune is well-known to him, very well-known. It has been since he was young. It will be so until the day he finally fades away, his history lost forever to the sands of time.
Germany, on the other hand, is staring at the piano in complete and utter bewilderment. His eyebrows are furrowed and his stance rigid, back ramrod straight (much unlike his emotions). "I think that maybe I remember this song," he says at last, still confused. "Maybe."
Austria and Italy don't respond, so Germany goes on. "I think I last heard it... When..." He frowns. "When I was a child, but... Nein, that can't be right..."
Italy smiles softly, sadly. "It's alright, Germany, you know," he assures him. "We like you just the way you are. You don't have to try and change anything, ve~"
Germany nods, and stays silent.
They know that not too far away, relatively speaking (of course-when is it not relative?), France has gotten over his-or Francois's-depression. They know that Russia's childish (if mildly threatening) smile is back in place, that he no longer always remains emotionless. They know that China has gotten over his-or, more accurately, An's-addiction. They know (well, they knew-they may have forgotten already) that although heavy metal has stopped playing whenever he enters a room, Canada is happy again.
All the nations are happy again. It's a fortunate side effect of changing the world for the better.
When the sun touches the horizon, the flowing tune of the piano keeps playing.
So does the musical laughter ("Haha, Mr. Beilschmidt, I think the Nargles like your music!" "Nargles aren't real, Luna!"), the banging of frying pans ("These are drums!") and loud flute music punctuated by screams ("Kesesese~ Damn right I know how to play a flute!") in the background.
Ah... Everything is back to normal.
Mostly.