Chapter 4: Play Another Symphony Please
Roderich's POV
Roderich had been home for a long time. He hadn't gone out since the day he got back from the hospital. It had been weeks. It had been months. Hours went by and he just sat. His music room remained locked. Ludwig and Feliciano were back, but they went out a lot. He walked around the house and was even talking a bit. There was no emotion though, it was either yeses or nos. He gave nothing away, shunned no one from his home. All had come calling, with their griefs. Italy had even held a party to try and cheer him up. It hadn't worked, he'd only escaped to his room and locked the door as soon as possible. Italy and Germany had come up to try and get him out, but he remained silent.
He slept a bit. Though his once pleasant music filled dreams had become nightmares. There was music, but it was off key, it was out of tune and horrible. Sitting alone in his room was the most he could do.
That was it! He got up and grabbed his key from his drawer, he opened his door and went down the steps. This was time. He was done with all of this. Done feeling sad and broken. He went to the music room, his hand shook as he unlocked the door. Austria dropped the key, going inside without turning on the light,after locking the door from the inside, he sighed and clicked on the light, his entire arm shaking now. The room looked bare, there was no grand piano in the middle, the other instruments were put away. He looked around, something was cold about the room. He went and sat in the spot that Frederich once stood. The floor was warm despite the rest f the room being cold. He pulled something from his pocket. A sigh escaped his lips.. He ran his fingers over it then placed something in his mouth, swallowing. He waited.
It was going to be over. In a matter of minutes, he was going to be better. Every painful memory would be gone. He didn't hear the knock from the front door, or it opening.
Gilbert's POV
Gilbert opened the door to Roderich's house. The entire place was dark except for the light through the window to his music room. He knew the his brother and Italy were not here. He walked slowly through the house, going to the music room. He turned the handle but the door was locked. He clicked on the hallway light. "Roddy...?" He called out, "Roderich...are you in there?" He looked down, spotting the key he picked it up. He put it in the lock and and turned it. There was no sound coming from in the room. He didn't expect any though. He opened the door. Inside he saw Austria laying on the floor.
"RODERICH?" He shouted and ran over to him, there was blood coming from his ears, nose, and the corners of his mouth. "Roderich..!" He pulled out his phone and called the hospital for an ambulance. For the first time in his life, Gilbert was scared. Terrified, he didn't want to lose Roderich. He loved him. Honestly and truly loved him. The ETs arrived quickly, Gilbert was pushed away as they took over. He sat there, watching in horror. Roderich's body was covered up, "NO! No! He can't be! No...save him! Please! He can't be dead!" He started to shout, "NO!" He was crying, this was it. Roderich, his love, was dead and he never even got a chance to tell him. "No..I didn't get to tell him I love him..." He sobbed, dropping to the floor. Roderich's body was taken away.
The Funeral
Everyone stood silently as the funeral march played. Roderich's lifeless body laid still in a coffin shaped like a piano. His headstone had been placed a few days ago. They waited quietly. No one spoke a word. The funeral march stopped and Roderich's coffin was lowered into the grave as everyone watched. Gilbert stared in silence for once. A grim look on his face. Ludwig cried for his friend, and Italy sobbed into Ludwig's jacket. Hungary stood crying, Egypt had his arms around her.
No one had much to say. There was nothing to say. The last song that played was one Austria had composed and played himself. Ludwig had managed to record it. It played softly as everyone left.
Gilbert remained behind, "I'm sorry Roderich...I love you...and I'm so sorry..." He walked away, blinking back tears. He would never be the same.
Roderich's coffin was closed and covered, his headstone a silent, unmoving monument to his life. Austria was gone.
His symphony had stopped playing.
Author's Note: BEFORE YOU ALL KILL ME! PLEASE RELAX! THERE WILL BE A SEQUEL COMING OUT SOON! DON'T BE MAD AT ME! I had this planned from the beginning. I almost cried writing it! The sequel is going to be called HAUNTED and it's all about our dearest Prussia. Thank you all for reading.