Author: Oh, second favorite coupling anyone? Sorry for not updating faster!

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Chapter Three: I'll Sing for You… ONCE

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Austria walked away from the politician meeting with Germany. They heard the whole conversation of Law forty six, to destroy Prussia. Now, other countries would claim the land that was once taken from them or gain new through out this year. The date was May twentieth, nineteen forty seven, the fall of Prussia.

Gilbert Beilschmidt stood back from the rest. He looked over his broken remains. It was his younger brother who was taking over his land. The Nazis, Hitler, Germany, Ludwig… they were just taking away the land he stressfully concurred and fought for. Now, all the dreams were shattered into small smithereens.

He turned slightly and saw his younger brother take his love away. So long had he had to fight for the control for Austria, but it was worth it when the brat smiled…a smile that was being taken away from him. Gilbert watched silently was Roderich was taken away from him. He wasn't going to call out to the proper country, not ever, especially in the mists of end.

"Later," Gilbert whispered, "Roder-"

After WWII…

"-ich," The past conquer complained, "Admit that I am awesome!"

The Austrian rolled his eyes, "You are not awesome and can you leave me alone?"

The second music room in the grand house was nearly empty. There was a couch, a piano and bench, a chair, and the two slender and gorgeous boys arguing. The author of this fan fiction looked back at the sentence she just wrote. She mouthed the word 'Wow,' and moved on.

"I'll leave if you say that I am an awesome, superior being that the gods have brought before your miserable soul and thus you must worship me like a hero!" Gilbert said this with his arms failing with dramatic effect.

Roderich stopped playing the piano and face-palmed himself, "Gilbert, you are an idiot."

"No I'm not!" Gilbert complained, "You're the idiot!"

"How am I the idiot?" Roderich argued back, "If I was an idiot, then you'd be the dumbest person on Earth."

"But I'd be smart enough to do this."

"What!"

Gilbert leaned forward, locked lips with Roderich and touched a place that… well… you know. Prussia moved into a deeper kiss, sticking his tongue into Austria's mouth. The surprised Austrian felt the past nation smirk. Gilbert pushed Roderich down on the small piano bench and undid Roderich's cravat. Prussia's hands made their way into Austria's shirt, touching his nipples and muscles.

Flash!

The slender and gorgeous boys looked up from their… doings, and saw a young girl who kind of looked like a Native America and the "love child" between Japan and Spain (Shudders at that thought). In her hand, they were a silver SONYTM and a Popsicle in the other.

"Dammit!" Gilbert cursing in front of this younger girl, "Give me that camera brat!"

Gilbert rushed for the girl, but she easily avoided the attack. From her belt, she brought forward rope and tied Gilbert easily. After she knotted it, she paced back five steps and took a picture.

"Don't mess with me bastard," She said, "I've been through the Wild West, WWII, Indian revolutions, the Civil war, wars against Mexico, a gold rush, and you'd never be able to concur my mounins'."

"Mounins?" Prussia asked, "They're pronounced mountains little girl."

"That's what I said," She frowned, "Mounins."

Gilbert burst out laughing from the improper pronunciation of the geographical feature. Austria rolled his eyes and buttoned with shirt back up before Elizaveta came back from meeting some pen-pal.

"Amber?" Elizaveta's voice reached out through the hallways, "Where are you?"

"Over here!" The girl shouted.

"Let me go!" Prussia shouted, "Someone as awesome as me doesn't deserve to be tied up like this!"

"Yes you do!" The girl, Amber, exclaimed. "You deserve it because you're not a hero!"

Elizaveta smiled, "This is Amber. She's one of Alfred's states."

"That explains a lot," Roderich said, "So she is your American pen-pal. Hello, I'm Roderich, or Austria."

"Pleased," Amber bowed respectfully and then turned around, "So who's this forsaken bastard?"

"I'm the awesomely, great nation of Prussia," Gilbert answered.

Hungary smiled, "Okay, introductions aside, Amber and I are going out to take pictures. I heard that Spain and Romano had an argument and there is a high chance of make-up sex."

The girls squealed. Amber glared at Gilbert a little more, untied him, and then followed Elizaveta out. The two boys listened to the footsteps walking out of the house. The door thudded closed and echoed through the hallways.

Prussia looked over to Austria, "Why does she have a key?"

"Because she does?" Austria tried, "I do not understand why you are bothered so much."

Prussia groaned and shook his head, "Why the hell are you so clueless?"

"What?"

"Nothing, princess."

The Austrian rolled his eyes and sat back down on the piano bench. He looked up to his music sheets and read the first note. His fingers pressed the cool, ivory keys. Roderich closed his eyes as he played the fast moving song. He had memorized this complicated piece with ease. It was about a tragic. The middle part had more eighth notes, and this was the part of the story when the hearts are being gripped tightly and restricted to love.

Love, the word pained Roderich in the heart.

"Nice song," Gilbert commented, "What's up with the ending? It was kind of brief."

"That was not the ending," Roderich stated, "It goes on…"

"So why don't you finish it?"

"It is a love tragic. It ends up with the lovers dying."

There was a silence between the two. The albino man looked down at the keys, "Move."

"What?"

"Get off the damned bench," Gilbert said.

The Austrian obliged, but watched the Prussian with a more careful eye. Gilbert sat down on the bench and sighed. What was the first note again? High B? Gilbert touched the key and pressed it down. Yeah. That was the key. Gilbert's hand flew down to the end and an attacked the keys. The beat was a slower one then what the Austrian played, but the sounds fused together, becoming in harmony with another. Roderich stood in the place that he gotten to. How did Gilbert know this kid of music? So pretty, so dramatic, so… so sad.

"I sing a song."

Roderich looked at Prussia. His voice was in tune to the melody.

"I sing a song just for you," Prussia's face eased with the words.

Oh yeah…

Words I've said.

Don't even matter to you.

They don't care.

Rain fell on the floor.

Blood drips even more.

I fell in love.

But that doesn't matter any more.

Scuum cuique…

Were words I followed.

I was on top of the world.

Reality hit.

It hit me hard.

And now I'm all alone.

With the sickening feeling of being hollow.

Oh!

Falling, just falling down.

Scuum cuique…

The words faded into the slow playing music. Roderich looked at the Prussia. Was this about his nation falling? Or was it about something else? The clock in the other room rang its dreary three dongs. Prussia looked back to Austria and smiled.

"Well I got to go," Prussia said, "I'm meeting Antonio and Francis in a few. See ya, sexy."

The man jumped off of the piano bench and grabbed his jacket from the couch. He did a flirtatious wave with his fingers to Roderich and mossy off out the door. Roderich stared at the piano. He brushed the keys with the back of his hand. It still had faint warmth to it.

"Such as somber song," Roderich sighed, "The words were very narrative too…"

The harmony and melody still rung in his head though. The lyrics were like biting into a green apple. Roderich sat down on the couch and sighed. Couldn't love be easier some how?

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Author: Sorry!!! It is kind of short, and it is also kind of took me forever to write. *sweat drop* School, social life (I know, omg), writing my manga, read other's manga, starting an anime club, destroying my brain over yaoi, and just everything. Including f*cking writer's block. So, there! Not sure when next will come up, or which coupling, but HAHA!! I'm done with chapter Two~