The Secrets of America

Elton John is a Proud Man

Occasionally, Austria wished that Prussia was still a real country. And that Austria was a nuclear power.

Basically, he really wants to hurt Prussia right now.

The albino, and his "awesome trio", had the wonderful idea of breaking his piano. His beloved instrument. Harmless pranks are annoying, but Austria can deal with them. This?

This was a declaration of war.

He couldn't even calm down with some sweet relaxing music, either. Because his piano is broken.

Oh, and what joy! The doorbell. He's gotten no visitors for the entire week, and the one day he needs to be left to mourn, someone's at the door.

Grumbling, Austria descended the stairs to his front door, and swung it open. There, the most idiotic of the three idiots.

America.

"What?!" Austria snapped.

America smiled sheepishly. "Hey, um, about your piano..." Austria's eye twitched. Sensing the man's anger, America quickly continued, "Look, I'm really sorry for what we did. It was wrong. I, uh, I got something..."

America stepped to the side, and Austria spotted a structure he hadn't seen before.

A piano?

America smiled sheepishly again, rubbing the back of his head. "I know it can't really replace the other one, since it's so old and probably means a lot, but..."

Austria didn't respond. He chose to keep looking at the piano.

America laughed nervously. "Hey, uh, I can... take it in, if you'd like?" Austria nodded numbly, so America lifted the piano and moved it in carefully through the door. "I don't know where you want it, so I'll just leave it here..."

America stood awkwardly for a few moments, then smiled a bit as he pulled out a piece of paper from his pocket. Setting it on the piano, he quickly jotted a note, and set another object on top.

America moved back to Austria, still standing in the door. "Well, uh... bye." And do he left.

(In the distance, he heard gunshots as America ran across Switzerland's yard.)

Austria finally moved out of the doorframe closed the door. Sitting at the new piano, he picked up the object America had set down.

An...old harmonica? The hell?

Then Austria looked at the paper. Sheet music, he noted. On the margin, a note was scribbled in.

Hey, this probably won't make up for anything, but... as an apology, I gave you my old harmonica- I've had it since my days on the Trail. A bit of history for what I've taken away. Sorry- America

Austria 'hm'ed, and looked back at the actual music. There was no title, so no way of knowing what he was about to play.

Setting it up, Austria straightened his posture, and let his fingers rest gently on the ivory keys. Then, suddenly, his fingers flew.

Ah, thought Austria, it's this song. A guilty pleasure of his, mostly due to the name. The lyrics floated through Austria's mind.

He said, "Son, can you play me a memory?
I'm not really sure how it goes...but it's sad, and it's sweet, and I knew it complete, when I wore a younger man's clothes."

This was supposed to be about America's ability in instruments. Somehow, it turned out to be a "Better than reading the atmosphere than everyone thinks" Though it's not really that either, it's more just America being sorry for his mistakes.

Some people might say that's too unrealistic.