Klara dialed the number of a certain Austrian and sighed impatiently as she waited for him to pick up. 'Come on, I don't have long! My project is due in 3 weeks!' She internally kicked herself for signing up for a music class.

"Hello, zhis is Roderich. May I ask who is calling?" a cracking voice answered.

"Hi, Roderich, zhis is Klara Beilschmidt. Listen, I need your help for something."

"No, I von't give you money, goodbye."

"Vait, please!"

"Vhat is it?"

"I need to be able to play somezhing for my music class, but I can't play any instruments! Vhat do you play?"

"Piano, violin, viola, and flute. Or do you need a guitar? Gilbert has one."

Klara breathed out the breath she didn't realise she was holding. "I need to play eizher zhe violin or viola in 3 veeks. Please, please, please help me out!"

"Fine. Give me you address and I vill be over."

"Danke! Auf Wiedersehen!"

"Auf Widersehen."

CLICK!

CLICK!

"Ve~. Klara? Are you done a-talking to your boyfriend? I need to use the phone!" Feliciano popped around the corner and stood on one foot while floating his hands on either side.

She cocked an eyebrow and stared at the strange spectacle in front of her. "He isn't my boyfriend! Mein Gott, I can't be on zhe phone anymore! And ja, you can use zhe phone."

"Grazie, Klara!"

~Cut to Mochis~

"Piano!" Mochi!Austria squeals as he jumps on the piano keys, somehow playing it beautifully.

"Violin!" Mochi!Berlin yells as she picks up a violin's bow in her mouth and scrapes it across the strings.

~Back to Story~

"...So you place it under your chin like zhis," Roderich paused and positioned the violin in the correct place under Klara's chin, "und hold zhe bow like zhis," he showed her ther correct way to hold the bow.

Klara nodded and scratched the bow against the strings, causing both her and the Austrian to wince conciderably. She had the good sense to stop before she probably busted their eardrums.

"Okay, maybe ve need to focus on a more simple song. Do you have any sheet music at all?"

The German girl nodded and went over to a folder, and pulled out a sheet containing a series of 3 notes in a pattern, forming a simple yet almost mournful song. "Here. It's zhe song I vill play for my class. Ve had to write sad zhings."

"I see," he scanned the notes quickly. "Were you mourning someone?"

"Sort of. He isn't dead, I just von't see him for a long time."

"Oh. I'm sorry to hear zhat... Alright, let's not get distracted."

(Three weeks later...)

Klara moved the bow over the violin's strings softly and gracefully. Shortly after she grasped the concepts, she was able to play the violin with relative ease. The song was short, but repetitive, and sort of lonely.

"I_van, I_van, Ivan Braginsky_~. Why have you left me behind~? I_van, I_van, Ivan Braginsky_~, please don't leave me in the snow~. I_van, I_van, I loved you 'til the end_," her recorded voice sung alongside her playing.

The small group of local teens that were in the same program slowly clapped at the end of the song. A few had even sniffled towards the end. Roderich clapped in the back of the room, looking directly at Klara.

"Danke," she mouthed to him.

~Fin.~

"Hey, hey, mother, can I play a song?"

"Oi, oi, brüder, oi, oi, brüder, I played zhe violin and didn't mess up!"

"Play the piano, that's my life,"

"break a table, und zhat's mine,"

"do it right, and zhat's fine,"

"I was awesome!"

"GILBERT! YOU WEREN'T EVEN IN ZHIS CHAPTER!"

"I'm still awesome. Kesesesesesese~!"

"Ve~. Catch the next chapter that may or may not be called 'Movie Night', but that's disputed! Ciao!"