The Crap Hetalia Book

Dissolving

Vash glared at Roderich who folded his arms and turned away. He'd forgotten what the point in this argument was... it was just... another argument.

"You just hang around that gun, terrified of everything" Roderich huffed. "There is no point to you. You're too scared to even pull the trigger."

"Am not" Vash spat, leaning on the rifle he kept with him all the time. He could pull the trigger. He'd freaked Feliciano out with it numerous times and had threatened to shoot him even more. He'd protected Lili with it. He'd even fired blanks at meetings when people annoyed him... so... all the time. He could pull the trigger... he just didn't like doing so. "And anyway, you're just a weak minded idiot who secretly wants to make out with his piano."

Roderich choked, spitting out a mouthful of water he'd just swallowed. "What? That's the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard in my life."

"You can't have heard much then can you?" Vash sneered.

Roderich looked like he was about to blow and pointed to the door. "I order you to leave my premises right now Zwingli."

Vash was going to snap something back at him and storm out when he froze. The tip of Roderich's finger was gone. He could see right through it to the wall behind him, and as he watched, it vanished all the way down to the knuckle. He must have looked kind of stupid, staring as Roderich frowned and glanced to his side. The second he saw what remained, which now, was literally nothing, he dove his hand into his pocket.

"Go."

"What's going on?" Vash snapped himself out of his daze and glared at him.

"Nothing, now go" Roderich didn't remove his hand from his pocket, but Vash could see the sleeve of his jacket being nawed away by something or other.

"But..." Vash started, receiving a look of hatred he hadn't expected anyone could pull off, not even Germany.

"Go" Roderich hissed, shoving him from the room and slamming the door.

Vash stood outside for a moment, staring at the wood, listening to Roderich muttering to himself. Something wasn't right. Then, the melodic sound of the grand piano floated from under the door and he relaxed. It was alright. It couldn't be anything important if he could still play.

Slowly, he backed away from the door and walked outside. It was bright, the light making him squint. Normally, it wasn't that dark in Roderich's place, but today it had been. Vash sighed and got in his car, throwing his gun into the back seats. He sat for a moment, gripping the steering wheel, staring forwards at the house.

Then, the door was thrown open and he ran out again. It definitely wasn't nothing. It was definitely... something. He ran up the drive he hadn't been permitted to park on and through the front door, ignoring the servant who said something he didn't quite catch. He didn't have time. He knew exactly what it was. The question was, why?

Through the door to the music room, Nocturne was playing and for a second he stopped, listening before carefully opening the door, not really wanting to interrupt the Austrian. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, everything seemed quite normal.

Vash had heard Roderich play Nocturne enough times to know when it would finish so waited for the end of the song. He'd talk to him then.

Ten notes and a hole appeared in his back.

Nine notes. The hole spread, almost engulfing his entire back.

Seven notes. He was left two arms, a head and a neck, the keys flicking upwards as pressure was placed and removed from them. Vash stared, made a choking noise in the back of his throat and started forwards. This couldn't be happening.

Five notes. His head vanished.

Four notes. One arm vanished, the song continuing with right hand only.

Three notes. Only the right hand was left and Vash was about eight foot away.

Two notes. The hand vanished and everything went silent.

Vash stood inches away from where Roderich had sat, staring at the empty, red velvet piano stool.

No.

"R... Roderich?" he whispered, slicing his hand through the air where his head had been, half hoping to his something and be shouted at, half hoping to suddenly realise there was a recorder in the corner, playing the song which had gotten stuck and that he was imagining stuff. "Roderich?"

Nothing.

"Elizaveta" he shouted, backing away from the piano. This wasn't happening.

The door opened behind him and he turned, hoping so much it was the Austrian, coming to ask him why he hadn't left the premises yet. Elizaveta stared at him.

"Vash? What's wrong?"

He stared at her wide eyed and then looked back to the piano. Roderich was probably glaring at him right now for interrupting his practise, and he'd been seeing things.

Nothing.

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A year later

Vash pulled up outside the house, stared at it for a moment and then walked to the door. He didn't knock, he was here monthly.

It had been a year since Roderich had dissolved. No warning, no reason, just... vanished. And now, he'd volunteered to tune the piano. It was weird really, he'd never played one before, and here he was, tuning it monthly. It certainly wasn't the type of thing he'd placed himself doing two years ago, tuning the piano for his dead... friend? He wasn't an enemy for sure. He wasn't actually quite sure what to call him. Maybe... acquaintance would be a better word, but respect for the dead and all that crap had put the word friend into his mind. Not that he was bothered. He quite liked the word now. Maybe it was Lili, drilling into his head that he liked him in that way, but whatever it was, he wasn't bothered.

The melodic sound of the grand piano floated down the hall and he froze. He hadn't actually heard it being played properly for so long, it was sort of enchanting. Then he broke into a run, sprinting down the hall towards the room.

A#, G, F, G, F, E, he knew the song. Nocturne.

He reached the room and came to a halt at the door, staring. It wasn't possible.

Sitting at the red velvet piano stool was a small boy with dark brown hair and one single odd part that stuck up wearing a blue coat that fell over the back of the stool. Black booted feet hung numerous centimetres from the ground, swinging slightly as the child hummed along to the music he was creating.

Vash waited, leaning against the door frame, staring at the ceiling. How was this even possible? It got towards the end of the song and he looked up, watching closely.

Ten notes. Nothing

Nice notes. Nothing

Seven notes. He could've sworn he saw a clear patch in the boy's jacket, but that was probably he imagination and paranoia kicking in.

Five notes. Nothing

Four notes. Nothing

Three notes. Nothing

Two notes. Elizaveta appeared next to him, staring at the boy in the coat with a similar look of disbelief on her face.

One note. The boy sighed contently and removed his hands from the piano, jumping down and turning to face them.

"Hello" he said, staring at them with violet eyes. "I'm the personification of Austria, but I like to go by Roderich Edelstein."

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I'm not sure if that was okay. I think I made Switzerland's personality a bit weak but I'm not sure. Please vote, comment, tell me what you think as I'm really not sure about this.
Thanks, MiddleEarth4eva