Round 3

Prompt: Violin and Piano

Type: Ficlet


Fingers glided easily over the fingerboard, pushing and tugging at strings to make the perfect sound. The bow moved swiftly and gently in his hand, gliding over the taut strings. Prussia lost himself into the piece of music that he was creating, completely unraveling his soul in this simple bit of music.

Prussia didn't know what had prompted him to pick up his violin again. He didn't know why he had picked the piece he was playing, called 'Sound of an Angel' to play. It was meant to be played with a harp as well, but it sounded just fine without it. Prussia stopped thinking about why he had chosen this piece and instead just let himself go into the music that had seemed to capture his heart in one swift moment.

The sound of a piano joined him, and his bow slipped, causing a screech from his violin. Prussia winced, but turned to look at where the music was coming from. There, on the other side of the room was his brother Germany. Germany didn't look up at his brother, instead he was concentrating on the music that flowed from his piano and blended perfectly with the violin.

The two brothers played together, both determined not to make a mistake, not as a competition though, but just trying to be perfect for the sake of their sibling. It seemed to go on for years, that one simple piece, until both were straining and wondering when it would end. Yet at the same time they were wondering that, they both hoped that it wouldn't end and that they could just continue this moment of peace and music until they both just couldn't go on anymore.

All good things must come to an end though, and the music stopped with the last few notes still hanging in the air. Neither brother looked at each other, just staying where they were, enjoying the last bits of silence that the music had descended on them.

Prussia broke the quietness first, moving and placing his violin in its case. Germany watched his brother as he went and gathered his things, picked up his violin case, and collecting his sheet music. After he had gathered everything, in swift strides he went over to his brother, who was still sitting on the piano seat. In one great motion he gave his brother an uncharacteristic hug, dropping everything he was holding in the process. Germany stiffened for a moment, then hugged his brother back.

All too soon though the hug was over, and Prussia had left. Germany was left still sitting on the piano seat and wondering what had really just happened in the past ten minutes. After a moment of thought, Germany decided that it wasn't really worth thinking about anymore but not before he said something to the brother that was no longer there.

"I love you too brother," Germany said, before his fingers descended on the keys and music began to flow once more.