I do not Hetalia.

If this is similar to any other story out there, it is merely coincidence.


Austria was mad. And I mean, really mad. Like, I'm-going-to-express-my-anger-on-my-piano-for-ten-hours-straight anger. And believe me, he would; just one issue.

There was bird crap all over it.

And I mean, all over it - on the keys, between the keys, on the seat, even on the inside of it! It would take forever to clean all this crap off his piano!

Austria stood by his violated piano, steaming mad, while in the corner. . .

"Kesesese! Gotcha good this time, Austria!" Prussia laughed, while his stupid bird flapped around him like crazy. "Bet you're really mad, huh?"

Austria sighed, gritting his teeth and clenching his fists. He had a concert today, too. How on earth was he supposed to play with a crapped on piano?

And to add to Austria's anger. . .

Prussia's laugh. . .

"Kesesesesesesesesese!"

My gosh, it was like some dying hyena hissing or something freaky like that! A bird coughing up a hairball (if that were possible)! A snake with something, like a mouse bone or whatever, stuck in its teeth! The list goes on and on! And the thing is, Austria's heard that laugh so many times after being around him so much. And believe me, if you heard Prussia's laugh as much as Austria, you'd go bonkers. But Austria had managed to stay . . . decently calm.

"Kesesesesesesese!"

Until now.

"Kesesesesesese! Good job, Gilbird!"

Austria's eyes flashed as he snapped his head toward Prussia. Immediately, Prussia shut up and looked back. "Um. . . Austria. . . what are you -"

"Prussia."

"What?"

"Would you kindly clean that bird's crap off of my piano? Right now?"

"But why would I do that? It's your -"

WHAM!

Prussia staggered back, surprised by the sudden blow by Austria. Who was beating a flute into his hand menacingly.

"What the heck, man?!" Prussia cried. "That's not awesome!"

WHAM!

"I thought you only played piano! Why the heck would you hit me with a flute?!"

"Your dumb bird pooed all over my piano, you moron! Now you'd better clean it up this second!"

". . . Kesesesesese! You look weird when you're angry -"

WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!

"I should also mention that you laugh like a dying hyena. Now, kindly shut up and get to work before I find something harder to hit you with."

Prussia whined and looked at the piano. "Do I have to? It's not awesome -"

A death glare from Austria shut him up quick.


My first story. . . my gosh. . . it might suck a bit, but please, please, please review! Advice would be nice, too.

Nothing too harsh though.

And I don't have anything against Prussia's laugh - just thinking/writing from Austria's point of view.