PART: Short 01
AUTHOR: Simply Kim
WORD COUNT: 330
CHARACTERS: Roderich Edelstein (Austria). Mention of Ludwig (Germany).
PAIRING/S: None (yet)
DISCLAIMER/S: The Axis Powers Hetalia series isn't mine. All credit goes to Himaruya Hidekazu. I can only stake claim on this fic and the original characters (If any) created for the sake of the plot (If any. XD).
NOTE#1: Blah or Blah is for emphasis. /Blah/is for conversations over the phone or flashbacks (if any). /Blah/ is for the conscience or whatever inner voice there is talking. Blah is for thoughts or random Japanese words.
NOTE#2: There may be references to history… and as we all know texts vary from one country to another, depending mostly on their point of view. So no bashing, I hope. After all, this is just a work of fiction.
He wanted to cry.
But it was pointless.
Roderich wanted to cry but it was pointless, so he kept it in and remained silent. He surrounded himself with books and with all things familiar, trying to grasp for any semblance of normalcy.
A book of poetry here… a sheet of music there. A lone violin sitting on the chocolate-toned oaken table at the far end of the room. Nearby, a shiny black grand piano stood. Open... waiting... and most probably, he knew, very lonely.
The master of the house was a military man with very little exposure to the finer side of life. He was wealthy, impossibly so, but Roderich knew it was not in the other man's interest to tinker with musical instruments. In fact, it would be undeniably accurate to say that he seldom set foot in this place.
The music room.
With its soundproofed walls and wide bay windows.
Because of that, the violin's strings depreciated considerably and he was afraid they might break at the first touch of the horsehair bow. He wanted to have it fixed. However, he didn't want such thing added to the other man's growing list of things he, 'The Pampered Aristocrat', must pay back one way or another.
The only thing left was the piano.
Still, he did not know whether or not he should touch it. He wanted to but his mind wouldn't permit such willfulness.
Since birth he was taught to produce only the best, but in a place like this it was impossible.
Because he was not free.
Roderich's fingers twitched and his eyes focused on piles upon piles of music sheets longingly.
"I want to play the piano." He murmured softly. "I want to play that piano."
It was a pointless desire, but it was the only thing he wanted so badly at the moment that being denied it felt like he was being asphyxiated to death.
He wanted to cry.
It was pointless, but he still wanted to cry.
A/N: Ahahahaha... this is my first attempt at writing Germany and Austria, because out of all the characters, and considering history, they're two of the most fascinating. Thank you very much for reading and feedbacks are greatly appreciated. ^_^