A/N: A bunch of random stuff... .w. I have no idea what it's supposed to be... At first I thought it was going to be a student/teacher fic with Austria and Canada but then Prussia came in trying to bad Mattie and then Alfred was like, "No! Go away!" Yeah...~
I hope you like it!

Roderich Edelstein warmed up his fingers and began to play a sheet of music his blonde counterpart had set in front of him. The music flowed out from his fingers and the strings of the piano while his partner began to sing.

The song started slow and built up in tempo. The blonde's voice was soft and accompanied magnificently by the music. It flowed out, natural and sweet. And when the music and singing came to an end, the whole room had a serene feel.

"That was nice, but you missed your opening, Matthew," Roderich chastised.

"Sorry," the soft voice said. Matthew flipped through his own sheets of lyrics and music scaling. He had been late by only a few milliseconds, how could Roderich have noticed?

"That is alright. Now, I will see you same time next week. I hope you practice on your opening to get the timing right." Roderich packed up his music and left the room. Matthew placed his folder into his backpack and took out the bottle of water he always kept with him.

"Timing." Matthew scoffed. His timing was just fine. Roderich was just too uptight about perfection. It was the small imperfections in ones voice that made for the uniqueness of each person.

The blonde teenagers exited out of the quiet music room like his teacher had just done. He twirled his car keys around his fingers and hummed to himself all the way to the parking lot.

"And then he says to work on my timing!" Matthew let out a frustrated sigh.

"Don't take it personally Birdie. Liz has got him whipped."

"Yeah?" Matthew ran a hand through his long hair. "But he still doesn't need to be so uptight. It's annoying as hell. I mean, I know he loves music, but my timing was just fine!"

Gilbert, who was currently lying on the couch next to Matthew, stretched out his pale arms and legs and pulled his blonde friend on top of him. Matthew squeaked and blushed while simultaneously swatting Gilbert's roaming hands.

"Stop that Gil. You know Al wouldn't like it." Gilbert's hand stopped at the small of Matthew's back.

"That fat ass isn't cool enough to stop the awesome me!"

The front door burst open then. "Mattie! I'm home!" Alfred, Matthew's older twin brother, made his way – as loud as he could – into the living room where Matthew was currently sitting on Gilbert's chest. At the sight of the albino, Alfred's usually oblivious eyes turned icy. "Get away from my brother, you fiend!"

Matthew quickly got off of Gilbert. "Shut up, Al. He wasn't doing anything."

"He was trying to deflower you!" Alfred shouted while he advanced on Gilbert. The older blonde raised his fist to the albino.

"Alfred, shut up. You don't know what was going on." Then he added quickly, "And don't hit Gil!"

"But-" Matthew glared. "Fine." Alfred huffed and sulked to the kitchen.