Unexpected love

Chapter 11: Her music

     "So what did happen at England's?" Alaska asked, earning a groan from me as I walked with her to the acadamy

     "You've been grilling me about yesterday every five minutes since we left his house! I will give you the same response as I have since then, nothing!! Why don't you believe me?" I asked, reaching behind me and fixing that stupid, uncomfortable tag on my shirt.

     "I saw you holding his hand. Nothing may have happened, but maybe you wish something would have?" She nudged me in the ribs as we entered the halls of school.

     "Shushies! He could be lurking here!" I whispered, not wanting him to get akward with me if he thought I liked him. When I looked up at the blond, I saw the face she gave me. "Okay okay...Maybe I do have a little crush on him. But it's nothing to get all hyped up about." I whispered to her, not wanting her to holler my confession like she had won the lottery or something.

     "Called it. I called it!" Alaksa nearly yelled in a whisper voice, smirking in victory.

     "Great, awesome now shush! I don't need the whole world knowing it!" I whispered to her. "Look, we can talk about this when school is over. I gotta get to class, if I'm late for my band class, Austria's gonna be mad."

     "Same here with choir. See ya"

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                                                    England's POV

     "I can't believe he actually bent my spoon!" I picked up the angled utensil from floor. "Damn it, now our club won't be secret at all! Romania, stay here while I try finding the Axis. Maybe I can convince Germany not to publish the article in the paper." I set the spoon down and removed my dark cape, heading toward the door.

     "If you think you can." The blond muttered as I left.

     "Veh~! Now to the-a music club!" Italy's voice echoed the halls. Music club...

     Starting down the hall and toward the said club room, I kept my eyes and ears open for any of the newspaper trio.

     "...in progress. I guess you can listen if Monte doesn't mind." I stopped in front of the ajar door, hiding away from sight against the wall. They're speaking with Austria, I can't just interupt, that would be incredible rude! I thought to myself, letting out a silent sigh.

     "I don't mind, I kind of like people listening, it helps me cope with my nervousness. Ghost fleet, Austria?" I heard the familiar voice of Monte Carlo. She can play? I've never known anyone to play classical music like Austria.

     Leaning into the door, I was able to see into the room with the slight crack that was formed between the door and the door way because of the hinges. There she was, the italian sister with her brown hair down her back and back curved in to hold her posture straight. She brought her arms up to hold her instrument, lips kissing the silver mouth piece of her flute. She started after Austria's soft count off, from a low note to high, then back to low without breaking the breath she used to string all the notes together in a slur. Austria seemed to play the lower notes while she tackled the high octaves.

      I didn't even know how long I stood there, watching her eyebrows furrowed in concentration, her eyes locked on to her stand  where she placed her music. The way her tongue would dart out her parted lips once in a while when she had a short break from playing to dampen them before she would join Austria in the song once more. Her ankles were crossed, and her fingers moved on the instrument to push down on keys or let them up to form the notes needed, I wasn't sure why I was staring at my friend for so long, I didn't even seem to realize myself until the piece ended and Monte pushed a stray lock of curly, brown hair behind her ear.

     "Wow, baby-a sister! You sounded-a really good!" Italy gave his sister a pat on the back, making her smile a little.

     "Thank you, Italy. Is there anything else you guys wanted to ask us for your article?" She asked, finally letting her back rest against the chair.

     "No, no. I think that is all, we'll see you back at home, okay Monte?" Germany turned to me, making me jump back. He can't know I was here all this time!! I turned on my heels and made my way down the hall with silence, making it back to Norway in the Magic club.

     "So, did you get Germany to rip up the article about our club?" He asked, looking at me from over his shoulder as he sat at a table.

     That's what I was supposed to be doing... Convincing Germany to keep our club a secret.... Realizing now, I slapped my palm against my forehead.

     "Bloody hell!!"

     "So, I'm guessing that's a no, then?"