Hetalia Deaths

Roderich Edelstein (Austria) Theory 2

The raven haired pianist sat at his seat with a pleasant smile playing on his lips.

Oh how wonderful music was to compose. It was possibly his only joy, for the world had no excitement to him anymore. It seemed as if the joy of being alive had dissolved into mist and was no longer there. Now his only joy was to compose music,It was the only thing that comforted him and pleased him in every way. Life was just so cold and bitter,It made his body numb letting frosty tears drip from his eyes. He gave up and just sat there playing the piano until his fingers ached and pained. 'It was just the passion' He thought to himself,his blissful smile only widening. 'There was only one purpose in life, only one goal. The world was crazy! 'He would tell him self, still keeping that cheerful grin. 'The world will be overthrown anyways!' His mind cheered as his fingers continued to glide along the piano keys like quick ripples of water.

It was then he realized.

He stood up from his seat and examined the beautiful outdoors scenery.

The lush grass shining in the sun and showing off the sweet dewdrops that dripped from each string of green. The flowers now bloomed to their fullest potential in vibrant breath taking colors that glimmered in the sepia glow of the sun. They all seemed so distorted and grey to him. The flowers were wilted and close to crumbling, the grass dead and dry through those cracked lenses of his. Everything just seemed so lifeless, All the things in the world were nonsense. It was so sad and dreadful.

He smiled and twirled around a bit, The manic laughter that escaped his lips echoing through his messy study.

He walked throughout the room, refusing to step outside in fear of the worlds harsh atmosphere. They seemed so cruel in his eyes, yet in reality were kind joyful people that enjoyed his music when they walked past his house. How deranged the man was. He knew it himself but refused to believe it.

Life had no meaning anymore and he used his music to get his feelings across. He sat at the seat in front of the keys once again and placed his fingers on the sepia blocks, now dusty and aged through time. He began to play whatever came to mind, the sound cold and ugly just like his world. He pressed the last key after playing, only to have the note screech. His brow lifted and he walked over to the chords of the old piano, ducking his head under the hood to find the source of the sound.

His eyes landed on a wooden box sitting atop the chord,dusty and old. He smiled and reached his hand out, grasping it firmly in his hand and pulling it out. He sat at his previous spot once again and flipped the gold lock of the box revealing a silver revolver. He smiled once again and stared at the dusty keys before him.

He placed the gun to his temple.

"Auf Wiedersehen.."He laughed, rolling the silver of the gun and pulling the wooden trigger.

Auf Wiedersehen= Goodbye