Hetalia One-Shots [REQUESTS OPEN]

Cuts and Notes (2p!Austria)

Headphones on, blasting away, the Austrian blocked out the world around him. Right now, he was hurting. Everything spun around him; everything from the past few months. The accusations, the pointing and screaming, the tears. Late night confrontations, early morning coldness, afternoon warmth. Only when he gets home, eleven or twelve in the morning are the accusations and problems thrown in his lap like he is some kind of criminal. Only then does his love dwindle and his rage flare; but because... He won't do anything. He won't raise his hand to strike –no never!

He yearns for his old grand piano, for the bliss of a late night drive when the roads are quiet and his mind is a blissful place. The feel of smooth keys, the dips in pedals slammed on too much, sound coming out like the weather–ever changing– from his being as he pours it all into the music. The feeling of being himself with the piano, expressing himself when words leave and his brain is mushed; that's all he needs. The music. The music has never turned on him in his life.

So as he sits in the basement, packed with old records and forgotten things, Roland stares off; he wonders what made her so angry. Why has she of all people turned on him? And why always after he gets home from work? He knows its late, close to midnight most nights. But how does that make it okay to accuse him of cheating, going out and partying. He owns a music shop for crying out loud! Yes, every now and then he'll take the cash and be a DJ for a few hours– and nothing other!

How can he convince her that? How can he secure her faith in him like it use to be? How can he prove his love is for her and her only?

Sighing in defeat, Roland takes off the headphones and pauses the music. He leans forward on his elbows running a hand through his loose hair. When he looks down, the gold band on his finger catches in the light; like a reminder of what the accusations, the pointing and screaming, the tears. life has become, it illuminates the numbers in it. He sits there for a long time in silence, staring at the band and thinking.

Wiping away tears that refuse to fall, Roland stands. He can't do it anymore. So as he gathers his music player and headphones he stands tall and walks out. He flicks the switch off on the basement, closes the door, and for the last time, the golden band with his wedding date on it twinkles in the light.

AN: Sup guys! How are ya? So thing is, the hotel I'm in now– I've gotta pay to the WIFI!!!! But now.... somehow..... I got in free, I think.
Anyways, I've had this for about two weeks and its time to publish! Love you all, don't forget to vote, comment, share!
Have a good day/afternoon/night!!!