Writing this the same night as the other chapter… pretty boss mode…

"You shouldn't put yourself through the trouble of teaching me, I'm pretty lazy and impatient and a brat, and I really have no commitment in the topic…." Argentina went on and on

But came to silence when a laugh escaped the Austrian's lips.

"Come on now," Austria began, "I can teach the worst of worst to become the best of the best" he said confidently

"I don't want you to go to the trouble of getting the piano back out again" Argentina said.

"Don't worry there's one in my room" Austria said, as if a piano being in one's room was as normal as carpeting.

"It's late; we should just call it a night" Argentina faking a yawn.

"But our night has just began" Austria said.

Argentina looks away and wondered, how could someone say this, without meaning?

He got dragged to the room. It was on the highest floor, the 10th floor, and the 1017th room. The farthest room and apparently the biggest.

The door had been opened to a palace, the walls were a soft gold, and there were granite floors that had been shining along with the moonlight. The ceiling had a beautiful pasty color and shimmered with gold sparkles. There was a fountain in the middle of it all, and the bed was about 2 feet off the floor and obviously required a lift just to get up there. The headboard was a smooth chocolate brown and the blankets were velvet that looked as if they were waiting to be dived into.

Then off beyond the desk and bed in the right about 4 feet away from a corner stood a piano, pitch black , and had looked as it had been untouched.

"This room is amazing" the Argentinian said softly in amazement

"You think? Personally I would have added carpeting" the Austrian said.

Argentina made his way to the piano and sat. He cautiously pressed a random note. Knowing nothing musically made him feel like an utter failure.

He got up and saw a curtain it had to be about 15 feet tall and 10 feet wide. He slowly undid the draw string, which were an angelic white, with small red lace. The window opened to the most amazing scenery Argentina had scene for a while. The moon shone and the sky was a blue blanket of scattered stars. It was like a dream. He slowly breathed in the night. The window was cold.

"A beautiful night is nothing without company" Austria said

Argentina nodded slowly and turned, only to come face to face with the taller man.

"How is your hand?" he asked, then took and examined it.

"Fine, the bleeding stopped" he replied avoiding eye contact

"Mmmmm" he sighed

"Well I should head, I'm feeling drowsy" Argentina yawned, and actual one at that.

Then he remembered than the elevators closed after hours. So the stairs were the only way back. He angrily grunted due to that.

He took one last glance at the beautiful view. And this time it wasn't the window he was referring to.

But what stopped him from going back to his own bed and having a less troublesome night was a hand, one that grabbed him from behind, and held on desperately.

He felt a heated whisper say "As I said before, a beautiful night is nothing without company"

And of course where the night led was nothing one could control.

I feel pretty confident in this chapter. I will update as soon as I can. R&R.