The World I Live In (Crazy Hetalia Fanfic)

Twenty-Nine

I cry until the music stops. I hear people pass, then nothing. When I deem it safe to exit, I do so into the hallway. It’s empty, like I assumed. I head back to the grand glass room, to make sure I was correct, and it is also lacking of people. Or countries. I don’t really know how to describe our beings. The room is hollow, and with everything enlightened and bright, the piano’s black mahogany is contrasting, attracting attention weather you want it to or not.

                “You stupid piece of wasted wood…” I grumble angrily at it, sitting on the bench. “Ruined my childhood… I know how to play you, but hate every waking moment at you…” I sigh, contemplating. “Well… I guess… It wouldn’t hurt to play you…” I set up my hands, remembering the piece instantly. Fur Elise is so stereotypical for the piano, yet such a pretty song… Mother... My hands move over and over, playing the song with melodic perfection of someone who’s played the song and learned it recently. Having not played the piano for a decent ten years, it awakens my senses, and a feeling a happiness overwhelms my body when I finish the song. I don’t want to stop playing. My body’s not used to playing one song a sitting. I hate the piano, but I love playing it…

                I play another song. And another.

                “What do you think you are doing?” I hear behind me, and the accusation echoes through the room, making me jump. I rip my hands from the keys.

                “S-sorry… I didn’t mean to, it just happened-“

                “How long have you been playing?” They ask. I finally turn to see Austria looking down at me through his glasses.

                “I played since I was a little snotty brat, but stopped when I was thirteen.” I don’t explain that I had run away from home. That would be figured out soon enough.

                “Why did you stop? You’re very good.” He comments, and I laugh awkwardly.

                “I was forced to play the piano. I didn’t choose to out of my own free will. And I can only play so good because when I would get a note wrong, a single note, I wouldn’t get dinner.” I smile. “But it’s okay, I kind of like playing now. It grew on me. Now if only I could like the piano…” I shudder, standing up quickly to get away from the horrendous thing.

                “…Have you ever thought of learning another instrument, if you don’t like the piano?” He asks, and I shake my head.

                “Nah, I’m not a very musically incarnated person. My main goal in life is to get by, but now even that can’t really happen.”

                “Why?”

                “I’m Thalassa. A new country.”

                “Oh, you mean the one Italy, Germany, America, Russia, Belarus, Ukraine, France, Japan, China, Lithuania, Estonia, Latvia, and Canada won’t stop talking about?” I blush, and nod.

                “Hah, yeah. I’ve kind of made a decent impression on the world, haven’t I? Just by existing…” I sigh, and sit down on the bench again. “It’s a rather big pain in the ass, really. I was happy just living there, me and the Island. And then America came. I resent his appearance on that one day, when he arrived… But then again, if that wouldn’t of happened, I would have probably started aging again, and I wouldn’t have become Thalassa the country. I would still be Tally the person. Not to mention I wouldn’t have met everyone. And I wouldn’t be remembering who I am…” I look at him, and blush, looking back down at the floor. “Why the hell am I telling you this…”