author: damn, I am so lazy and so I didn't even start writing this after I finished the last chapter. So it took a little while to find a concept and also to write it. Sorry for another long awaited, hopefully, update!
disclaimer: Hetalia doesn't belong to me, I would mess it up!
Music of the piano floated through the house and to Hungary's ears as she swept the floor in the parlor, echoing off the walls. It made the house seem even more empty than it was.
Every since Italy moved away, it had been just her and Austria. Now, even Prussia didn't come around. She almost missed his stupid face. She had no one to smack around with her frying pan. No Prussia, no Bad Touch Trio. Just her and Austria alone in the big empty house.
Austria played the piano 90% of the time and didn't even talk to Hungary when playing. It was nice to hear the music and Austria was very talented. He had even, on rare occasion, pulled Hungary onto the piano bench and let her play. She wasn't very good and liked to listen to the piano much more than play it.
Or writing music either. She had tried composing something for Austria 's birthday but ended up frying it on her skillet. It was worst than Prussia's singing or maybe even as bad as England's cooking. It was just that horrible.
Austria write or played was beautiful, almost like him. His fingers danced on the keys like a Folkdancer. His sheet music were better than Japan's manga or Hungary's couples she shipped. Nothing could top it in Hungary's eyes. Austria was one with his piano and music.
If only Austria liked her that much. Hungary missed being a big sister to Italy or a best friend to Prussia or even a wife to Austria. She missed being loved. Of course she had friends, Germany, Italy, Ukraine, Liechtenstein, and Austria, but she only saw Austria frequently. The others had hadn't been seen in awhile by Hungary. It made her sad.
Unconsciously, Hungary had drifted into the music room and had stopped sweeping entirely. She found herself thinking about her friends while staring at the buzzing strings inside the piano. Austria looked up from his music momentarily and saw Hungary standing like a statue in the entrance of the room.
"Well, don't just stand there. Come here Hungary, what is bothering you?" Hungary was snapped out of a trance at Austria's voice. She shook her head a bit and walked over to the piano bench and sat heavily down. Austria stared back into her eyes as she looked at him for a minute.
"You see being here with you but Austria, I get lonely. You are always on your piano, a pastime that I don't enjoy quite so much. I want to have people over, maybe for dinner or something! Can you grant me this wish? " Hungary pleaded. She hadn't meant to share so much but it was too late now. Austria adjusted his glasses on his nose.
"I guess so. In truth, I do think it gets boring sometimes. Especially when your doing something else. So dinner? If you can arrange it, that can happen." Hungary leaped up of the bench and squealed. She kissed Austria on the top of the head and rushed out of the room to send the letters.
Austria picked up his glasses that had fallen to the floor in Hungary's excitement. Instead of putting them on, he rested them on the music shelf of the piano. He didn't really need ten and while Hungary wasn't in eyeshot or no one was home, he didn't wear his glasses. They got bothersome and itchy when he wore them a lot. He just wore them to look smarter, but nobody knew and they couldn't find out. He would be a laughing stock, especially in Prussia's eyes.
That demon duche had messed with Austria since he was formed. He probably would stop till the fallen of Prussia either. Thank god when the day comes. It was so unlikely though. Countries formed often enough, just recently the Soviet Union fell apart creating many new countries, but it was quite rare that countries died. Most just became older, more advanced versions of himself.
Like Italy. He used to by Austria, then became a kingdom, then became Italy the country.
So in short, Austria was probably never going to get rid of Prussia, ever.
Austria closed the cover of the key board and got up to see what Hungary was doing. He found her in the parlor scribbling furiously on letter paper, notes to all the people she was inviting to dinner. Austria was relieved to find she was only inviting only a couple people. Germany and Italy, Spain and Romano, England and America, Prussia and Canada.
"Wait, why are you inviting Prussia?! I don't mind Canada but Prussia is my arch enemy Hungary! Can't he just be pardoned from attending?" Austria whined after glancing at the list. He didn't want that Prussia coming and ruining an already busy evening.
"I invited Canada and Germany, and it is your house. Prussia was bound to show up. I thought 'might as well invite him anyway'. Cheer up, your doing this for me anyway. All you have to do is try and enjoy. " Hungary swooned, tracing her finger around Austria's chin. Austria frown but nodded his head. Prussia could come, sadly.
Hungary wrote short little invites on fancy Austrian letter paper. Then she gave it to a mail person to deliver them.
She waited excitedly on a sofa for almost an hour. Hungary was so excited. She didn't think Austria would really let her have so many people over. Especially Prussia. But they were all invited and she hoped they would all come. It would be awesome.
Austria had gone back to the piano after giving Hungary permission to invite Prussia to dinner. Inspite of his hatred for the nation, he felt that since it was Hungary's Party, she could invite whomever she wanted. Even if that whoever, was Prussia.
Austria eventually grew bored of playing his newer composition after playing it for more than two hours. Time for something new. He walked over to the bookshelf in the corner of the room and flipped causally through the hundreds of folders containing music he had written or gotten from other composers.
He had all the folders organized alphabetically and had all his favorite pieces in blue folders and ones he had written himself in red folders. The majority of the folders were white. He fluttered his fingers along the spines of each one, as if feeling the music inside.
Austria pulled out a random white folder from the P section. It was titled "The Prussian Sonata No. 1 in F Major". This folder contained sheet music written by no other than Prussia. He had written it for Austria's birthday a while back, claiming it was the only thing he could think of giving Austria because was all he did, play the piano. Austria had never played the piece.
Austria didn't put the folder back on the shelf. He took it with him to the piano and and spread the sheet music along the music stand. Since it was unfamiliar, the fast paced song sound wrong when Austria first started playing. By the 10 measure, Austria was playing the song as if he had practiced it for years.
The piece, though it was written by Prussia, was fairly complicated, for someone with less skill than Austria. The song continued for 2 pages, and had a slow beat. It was also not the most happy sounding song. It was definitely a song Prussia would write. He finished the song and stared as the sheet for a minute.
Something was wrong. He no longer heard the sound of Hungary's broom scraping on the floor. Austria rushed out of the music room and into the kitchen. He found Hungary on tiles sobbing. Bending down, Austria hugged her softly. There on the ground, next to Hungary, was an envelope stained with blood. On the back, one word was scrawled in ink. Prussia.