Chapter 6
-Musical Mischief-
Aghhh sorry for not posting everyone! Have an emergency dose of Herr Schtick. '
Another day at the Austrian manor, home of the German Potato Sandwich.
Ah, another pleasant spring day at the home of a certain aristocrat. All was normal (as normal as something can be in Hetalia, anyway): Prussia was off with his shenanigans, Austria was enjoying the finer things in life, namely classical music, and Germany was (presumably) either diligently training or brooding.
Presumably.
As in, not counting Herr Schtick.
And, while Germany usually preferred order and seriousness, Herr Schtick had opened his eyes to the small joys of mischief. Thanks to his friend, Germany was now able to appreciate the childlike glee of pulling pranks.
Yes, pranks. The Germany, the one and only Doitsu known for his precision and tactical ways of majesty, was pulling pranks. Well, it was Herr Schtick's idea anyway. But Germany, feeling strangely adventurous, decided on a whim that, hey, why not?! (Which was very unlike him. But, with the centuries he's spent with his loyal companion, he's changed.)
Although Herr Schtick was Germany's secret friend for centuries, the small bit of his logical side that remained warned him not to inform any nations of his best friend. It had been hard at times avoiding getting caught, and he was more than sure that Italy was suspicious of him, but it was all for Herr Schtick's wellbeing. That's what friends are for!
But friends are also for creating memories. And if Herr Schtick wasn't around then who knows what would happen to Germany!
Never before had Germany realized that pranking Austria would yield the most laughs, after all he had never tried. But Herr Schtick, ever the genius, had let out his inner Prussia and decided to mess with the hilariously uptight aristocrat. And Germany, feeling nostalgic, lost himself to the memories of playing around with Prussia when he was very young, and the duties of being a country were far off in the distance.
Expertly, Germany crept through the spacious hallways of the Austrian manor, skillfully rolling into the shadows of various curtains and potted plants. As he heard well-polished boots clicking around in the kitchen, discreetly trying to conceal the fact that Austria was totally eating half of Germany's freshly baked cake.
Nodding slightly to Herr Schtick, the dynamic duo continued their mission once the coast was clear. The pump of adrenaline intensified as they caught sight of the very door they were seeking.
BEHOLD, AUSTRIA'S MUSIC ROOM!
An eager grin crept onto Germany's face, and he was sure Herr Schtick would be wearing the same smile. Victory was near! Quietly, the German pushed open the heavy wooden doors, and crept across the lush carpet to the one and only…
Austria's grand piano.
Painstakingly polished smooth, not a single speck of dust dared to grace the glossy obsidian surface of the Austrian's beloved instrument. The room, painted a subtle royal blue, was filled with a musical atmosphere. Even now, calm classical music whispered across the room from the record player. Dark, polished shelves stretching to the ceiling were filled with millions of pieces of music, from every instrument imaginable, collected and composed over the course of history. These were entire shelves of Austria's feels.
There was a strange glint in Herr Schtick's eyes(?) as they focused on the target- a few sheets of music left on the piano. Apparently Austria felt bright and fluffy today, judging from Chopsticks left sitting there, begging to be played. He didn't play it often, because "music is a serious endeavor", but we all know that simply isn't true. I mean, even Austria of all people wants to play Chopsticks (cough cough his favorite piece of all time)! Herr Schtick approached the piano, and in a few adrenaline-filled seconds it was over.
"Pfffttttcchhhh….."
Germany (and Herr Schtick of course) burst out into laughter, with Austria's alarmed footsteps sounding quickly down the hall. "What on earth…?" Blue eyes widened, and Germany quickly skidded out of the room. (With a strange branch in his hand, I might add.)
Oh no… did he leave Chopsticks on the piano again?!
With a horrified look on his face, he braced himself for what was happening next…
OH, THE HORROR!
On his beloved sheets of music, Germany had punched holes of...oh, it was too much to bear… a godforsaken smiley face, of all things. Austria absolutely loathed smiley faces.
Overcome with sorrow, the Austrian fell to his knees and lamented his tragedy, a song about it already in the works. "WHY, GERMANY, WHY?! D':" He realized that he would have to avenge his dear Chopsticks, and with steely determination he decided to punish Germany and throw his dignity into the next century. This would not be a failure, no, this was not going to be like the time his army attacked itself and lost 10,000. NO, this was a victory worth making history!
Unknowingly, Prussia lurked behind a shelf of musical tools as he pressed the RECORD button off. Smirking to himself, the mischievous albino prepared himself for filming the next segment-Germany's (probably ineffective but still hilarious) "punishment". Such excellent opportunities for blackmail were so deliciously satisfying as the devious Prussian silently followed Austria.
This was going to be such an awesome documentary to show at the World Meeting.
-end of chapter six-
A/N: You decide why Austria hates smiley faces. If you leave a hilarious headcanon then I'd gladly turn it into a story :) (but only when I'm done laughing). XD
x deadlypastaaa~ FLYING NIMBUS, AWAY!