One-shots! Hetalia x Reader!

The One That Got Away (Norway x Reader)

Someone just take Youtube away from me... Just please.

-Pumpkin

Your fingers tapped against the table as if you were playing the piano. You read the score in front of you and kept on tapping. You were concentrated on the score that you didn't even realized that your teacher was right next to you.

"Ms. (Last name)..." She cleared her throat.

You jumped in your seat with a surprised expression as the booklet fell on your table flat.

"Ah, sorry..." You smiled sheepishly and kept the sheet in your bag.

You tried to listen to class, but you just couldn't. It was your fault that you couldn't concentrate. You started the nervousness and anxiety in you that pressured you all month. You didn't want to stop playing. You kept on tapping on your lap instead and pretended you were listening to the teacher.

Let's join a competition together! I'll be the accompanist.

You remembered the words you said to him a few months ago. It almost felt like you regretted it. You just asked him out of nowhere after coming back from Norway after a three years.

Heck you thought that you were being too straightforward. Surprisingly he agreed without further notice. Of course you thought he was joking. You were even kidding about the competition!

He just answered you out of the blue right after that.

Okay, let's do it.

His words rang in your ear like a record that was on repeat. The echo of his voice haunted you.

Curse him for having such a monotone voice.

Shivers ran up your spine. You could feel someone watching you from a distance that made you feel uneasy. You looked behind you to see Matthias eyeing you scarily with Emil behind him too following his glare. You flinched and looked back at your fingers tapping on your lap.

Stupid goddamn mouth! You cursed in your mind. What happened to your closed mouth policy right the events with Liza and Roderich?

You silently groaned and banged your head on the table.

Everyone around looked at you in surprise, even Matthias and Emil.

"I'm so screwed." You sobbed.

****

You dragged yourself towards the music room with a gloomy look on your face. The scores in your hand suddenly felt heavy. The sound of the piano rang out through your ears like a sore.

That's right.

You haven't played the piano ever since he left. You were all alone with no one to play with. No one to accompany. No one to fight with. No one to talk to you. Right after he left, you only talked to others when they need something from you. Except when it comes to playing the national anthem on stage or accompanying Elizabeta or playing a duet with Roderich.

None of them just felt like the right person to play music with. You wouldn't even play a duet with Antonio and his guitar like before or Gilbert with his flute. You wouldn't even accompany Francis for any dramas on stage either. Alfred with his saxophone, Heracles with his lyre, Ukraine with her cello, the three Italian brothers in a quartet, you didn't play music with anyone.