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I saw a small gathering of people and the beautiful melody of Beethoven. I closed my eyes and listened to the beautiful melody.
“(Y/n), I want you to meet my friend Austria, Roderich.” Italy said waking me from my trance. He grabbed my hand and pulled me over to a piano with a man in very nice clothing, who was producing the, literal, music to my ears. “Mr. Austria! This is (Y/n). Isn’t she a pretty ragazza?” He asked the man. Roderich stopped playing and turned to us. He had pale features with dark brown hair that held two ahoges. On his left side of his face was a little mole, it wasn't gross instead it seemed to fit him.
“Hello, Miss (Y/n). I am Roderich as I assume Feliciano has informed you about my names.” I nodded a light blush hinting my cheeks. “Would you like to hear me play another piece?”
“Yes, please.” I replied.
“Come, a beautiful lady like yourself should be sitting.” He patted the piano bench with his hand and I sat right next to him. He began to play a masterpiece written by Mozart. I smiled and closed my eyes, imagining the great man writing this piece. When he struck the last note I opened my eyes and looked at Austria. “Do you play?”
“No, but my grandma always wanted me to.” I said. He grabbed my hand and placed it on the keys.
“Here, I’ll how you how to play my favorite part of Fur Elise by Beethoven.” He said. His right hand was draped over mine and my cheeks were set ablaze. I hit a half note with my middle finger then the lower full note with my ring finger. Roderich’s fingers alternated between these two notes before shifting three notes higher with my pointer finger. Soon I was playing the melody with Roderich’s help. I smiled as we finished.
“Thank you, Mr. Roderich.”
“Please, call me Roderich, you are my friend.” He said. I noticed he was still holding my hand. “Maybe some time you would like me to teach you?”
“I’d love for you to teach me.” I replied smiling. I saw a smile upon his lips.
“Would you like some tea?” He asked. I nodded and he got up to get some. While he was gone a brunette in a green dress came up to me.
“He’s really happy. It may be hard to tell but I think he really likes you.” She hugged me before dashing off. Roderich returned with two cups of steaming tea and sat down on the bench with me. We silently drank and I snuck little glances at the handsome, polite Austrian man.
“Are you having a good time? I hope that demon Prussia didn’t make life too difficult for you during the lessons.” He commented.
“How did you-”
“Forgive me, I was inside watching everyone on the mountain.” He explained and I swear I saw a light pink on his cheeks.
“Oh, he wasn't too devious.” I replied with a giggle.
“I would hope he wouldn't bother such a kind-hearted and beautiful young woman.” He sipped his tea again looking away from me. I smiled and intertwined our fingers together. We sat in silence until we both finished our tea and he stood up. He bowed to me. “It was wonderful spending time with you, (Y/n). I hope to see you again some time. Good night.” He said handing me a piece of paper with his phone number. He walked off and my heart fluttered as I saw the, ‘xoxo love Roderich’ at the bottom of the paper.
“(Y/n), I want you to meet my friend Austria, Roderich.” Italy said waking me from my trance. He grabbed my hand and pulled me over to a piano with a man in very nice clothing, who was producing the, literal, music to my ears. “Mr. Austria! This is (Y/n). Isn’t she a pretty ragazza?” He asked the man. Roderich stopped playing and turned to us. He had pale features with dark brown hair that held two ahoges. On his left side of his face was a little mole, it wasn't gross instead it seemed to fit him.
“Hello, Miss (Y/n). I am Roderich as I assume Feliciano has informed you about my names.” I nodded a light blush hinting my cheeks. “Would you like to hear me play another piece?”
“Yes, please.” I replied.
“Come, a beautiful lady like yourself should be sitting.” He patted the piano bench with his hand and I sat right next to him. He began to play a masterpiece written by Mozart. I smiled and closed my eyes, imagining the great man writing this piece. When he struck the last note I opened my eyes and looked at Austria. “Do you play?”
“No, but my grandma always wanted me to.” I said. He grabbed my hand and placed it on the keys.
“Here, I’ll how you how to play my favorite part of Fur Elise by Beethoven.” He said. His right hand was draped over mine and my cheeks were set ablaze. I hit a half note with my middle finger then the lower full note with my ring finger. Roderich’s fingers alternated between these two notes before shifting three notes higher with my pointer finger. Soon I was playing the melody with Roderich’s help. I smiled as we finished.
“Thank you, Mr. Roderich.”
“Please, call me Roderich, you are my friend.” He said. I noticed he was still holding my hand. “Maybe some time you would like me to teach you?”
“I’d love for you to teach me.” I replied smiling. I saw a smile upon his lips.
“Would you like some tea?” He asked. I nodded and he got up to get some. While he was gone a brunette in a green dress came up to me.
“He’s really happy. It may be hard to tell but I think he really likes you.” She hugged me before dashing off. Roderich returned with two cups of steaming tea and sat down on the bench with me. We silently drank and I snuck little glances at the handsome, polite Austrian man.
“Are you having a good time? I hope that demon Prussia didn’t make life too difficult for you during the lessons.” He commented.
“How did you-”
“Forgive me, I was inside watching everyone on the mountain.” He explained and I swear I saw a light pink on his cheeks.
“Oh, he wasn't too devious.” I replied with a giggle.
“I would hope he wouldn't bother such a kind-hearted and beautiful young woman.” He sipped his tea again looking away from me. I smiled and intertwined our fingers together. We sat in silence until we both finished our tea and he stood up. He bowed to me. “It was wonderful spending time with you, (Y/n). I hope to see you again some time. Good night.” He said handing me a piece of paper with his phone number. He walked off and my heart fluttered as I saw the, ‘xoxo love Roderich’ at the bottom of the paper.
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