Hey guys. I just came back from my last concert that I will ever play in high school and in honor of that (selfish) and all the joys the band has brought me, I'm doing small snapshots (I know I promised I wouldn't do it too often) of music and the Hetalia characters. There will be no specific languages unless told otherwise.

Reviews:

Hoppy854: There will be, but not for a while, sadly.

AnonChan1: Oh, that sucks! I hope they ease up! RIP, live long, Vietnam. LL's congratulating her because it had been a while since she had been knocked out and it's to be seen as an accomplishment. He really doesn't, but apparently many have come to see him as a mentor. In the history of Vietnam under china until... 967, Vietnam took the names Giao Châu (602-679), An Nam (697-757), Trân Nam (757-766), back to An nam (766-866), then Tĩnh Hải quân (866-967). It's going to be so cute and I'm actually going to bring that up. Trust me, I know the pain. My little sister, whom I fear, is going to be an inch taller than me at 5'5" and my bro, younger by 4 years, is going to be 4 inches taller than me. fun. Roma is the best and yes he will. Always will. France has seen what love can do. If Brunhilda's sister hadn't been murdered, then the large bitch fight that's been going on probably wouldn't have happened for a while. Tensions were still high (Sigebert thought he was better than is brothers), but he's also seen Clotilde. Childebert I caught wind his sister was getting abused and started a war. Chilperic murdered his wife, a Visigothic princess and her family (except her sister) didn't do anything. That's love to come to someone's rescue when you could leave them be and not get into a war that could potentially kill thousands of your subjects.

PS: Amalia is going to be the Germanic name she takes on after Germania's death in 800 (Roughly). I also still have some editing to do, but I needed to to this.

Note: Edited (12/14/16). I will be writing chapters again. I have another trip to go on, so it won't be from Saturday - Wednesday.


Amalia smiled as she helped her little not-so-little-anymore brother with the dishes as he sang a song. Due to his past in the Roman choir in the 16th century, his vocal chords hadn't developed and he still carried the childish voice he had always had. She grit her teeth on the thought and carefully dried the porcelain dish in her hands as she focused on her brother's voice. As much as she hated the pain he had to go through, the siblings enjoyed listening to his voice.

"Hey Hey, Papa, couldI have some wine?" She looked up to him with wide eyes, but shook her head side to side when she realized he was singing a work song. "Hey hey Mama! Hey hey Mama! I can't forget the taste of the bolognese I ate before!" Veneziano grinned over at her and cracked his eyes lightly and winked. Amalia laughed at the teen who was eye-to-eye with her. "Draw a circle, that's the Earth! Draw a circle that's the Earth!"

He grinned at her and she attempted to sing the next lyric, "Draw a circle, that's the earth!" Ah the wonders of the discovery of circumnavigation. It was beginning to become popular and people were accepting the earth was round.

"I am Hetalia!" The two sang together. Amalia was off-key, but as always, Venie wasn't sharp or flat, evident of his training.

Venie continued on with the tune as the two other residents of the house crept through the open doorway. The auburnette smiled as she placed a finger to her lips at the two and listened to her brother's voice.

"Toast with- A big boot!" Amalia looked at her brother in shock as his voice suddenly lowered. The man cocked his head in confusion as he also tried to readjust his vocal chords to get the sound he wanted. "Hetalia~!"

She grinned and pulled her brother into a hug and buried her face in his shoulder, "Venie, h-how? I thought it was impossi-" He grinned at her and patted her back.

"Nothing is impossible, Sorellona," He whispered in her ear. Amalia looked at his face and shook her head at the mischievous grin and glint in his eyes.

Austria face-palmed and Hungary grinned, pulling the two into a hug, "Italy, I'm so happy for you!" Amalia smiled as she continued to hug her brother and listened to his heart. A strong beat was thumping steadily and she turned back to the dishes.

Music can bring hope.


Carina looked over to her brother as his arms spasmed again and picked him up to take him outside. "Romano, is everything-" A small hand accidentally smacked her and she sighed. "Roma, is there anything I can do?" He shook his head stubbornly as his leg twitched as well. The auburnette bit the inside her cheek and hauled them onto a nearby fence that overlooked a field of tomatoes. Spain followed them out and sat a distance away, watching them patiently. A few minutes later, the siblings got off the fence and simply curled up on their side on the soft grass. Romano's feet spasmed again and Carina barely managed to catch him.

"Sorellona, lemme go!" She shook her head and pulled him onto her lap. He wasn't as small as he used to be, but he reluctantly complied. They watched the clouds pass, failing to see their companion speaking to a farmer. The failed to see him perk up and run inside.

The gentle strum of the guitar dragged their attention over to the grinning Spaniard. "What do you-a want?"

The man's grin got larger as he plucked the strings faster, "Dance, Romano!" The child growled and attempted to stand, but somehow his chorea, the dance-like movements that were causing his spasms, caught onto the fast tempo and forced his body to move along. Spain grinned as he took this as a sign to continue and improvised the lyrics. Carina shook her head and stood, ready to intervene. Romano was stronger than his body's dance and broke out of it just as she was going to pick him up.

"Shut up! Don't-a sing, you bastard!" The child growled and launched himself at his guardian, being careful to hit him just above where his guitar rested on his chest. The man laughed as the guitar and child sat in his lap, pouting.

"Oh, come on Roma! I just want you get-a better!"

Carina shook her head, "Romano, one dance? I'll dance with you." Romano looked at her with a frown. "Romano, please? If there's even the slightest chance it could go away..."

"Fine." He crawled off of his 'boss' and toddled over. His sister held out her hand and the Italian reluctantly took it. They looked over at Spain, who quickly realized they wanted a rhythm. Quick to set one up, the siblings thought over the phrases and caught onto the gist and stepped into a fast tempo. Romano stumbled, but Carina never let him fall, and little by little, the fumbles lessened.

The sun was setting late into the horizon as the three finally collapsed. Spain placed his guitar by a tree and came over to the siblings. They crumbled into a heap and Romano caught a glance at the man's fingers. There were deep indents and some even had deep slices into them. The child looked at his boss, who winked and put a bloody finger to his lips. Romano sighed as he relented, not letting his sister know that Spain literally played past the point of his fingers bleeding to give the two enjoyment and relief from the chorea.

Music can bring people together.


Liberty smiled as she listened to the violin music that Britain played in the large room. The soft sound echoed around the room in personal celebration of the victory of WWII. The music was soothing as it entered her ears and provided an alternative to the white noise that haunted her. The woman continued to listen even after Arthur ha stopped playing, listening to the resonating sound, ignorant to the soft footsteps and tears on her cheeks. "Thank you. You know I always love it when you guys play."

Without looking, she could tell he was giving her a pitying smile, "I should bring the macaroni brothers and that pompous ass Austria over for a small string quartet." A smile split her face as she let sleep being to take her as another tune started up.

The Brit barely caught the next few words, "I would like that."

Music can bring comfort.


I've been crying all afternoon because of my band and I'm feeling sappy, but this fanfic has been my rock and constant throughout all of the shit that's been going down the past few weeks, so anyone who's been reading this far, thank you for helping me get this far. I wouldn't have gotten anywhere this far without you. Thank, guys. And to anyone in my band, I really couldn't be prouder of you guys. You all have come so far since the beginning and I dedicate this chapter to you. (Note: Don't forget the christmas party and secret santa.)