Hello all! Sorry if I kept any of you waiting, but here is a new chapter! I do not own Hetalia, I only own my OC.
"And now, presenting, Miss Chevalieré singing 'God Keep Me'!"
It was around midnight in the Bronx, New York. A recorded performance of Rosa was playing quietly in the tiny, cold household. Liana Lopez wraps her shrewd covers around her, looking at the television with love. The girl had to be careful not to wake up her father who was very irritable. Still, her eyes were glued to the screen, staring at the beautiful lady on the stage in Lyon. Liana loved the voice of Rosa- her best friend.
"I hear children cry at night,
Because of innocents dying
From the truth showing its face.
If my innocence is forsaken,
God put me there,
But if it is not,
May God keep me"
The song was a lullaby, one of Liana's favorites. Sometimes, to get away from the troubles of the world, she would sing it to herself. Of course, she would never be as good as Rosa. But from what she remembered, Rosa told her she was musically talented too.
That was, in her violin, not her voice. She knew that.
Scratching her ears- as they got itchy at times-, she watched how Rosa graced the stage so elegantly. Her emerald gown sparkled in the shining spotlights of the stage that looked like a garden. Sometimes, Liana wished her hair was as beautiful as Rosa's.
No, she couldn't do that. Because honestly… she loved her. Too much to be jealous.
Looking out her door, she made sure her dad was asleep. Pulling out her violin with the appendage behind her, she took it in her hands and strung her bow, beginning to play softly along with the song. "Oh, Rosie… I miss you…" a lone tear ran down her face.
She wanted to somehow teleport to where she was, even though she understood that it could never be done. No words could describe how worried she was when Rosa had collapsed! She wanted to go with the Chevalierés, but she didn't want to feel like she was intruding or causing any more trouble. She had already caused enough when she was crying on Leo's shoulder, praying that Rosa was not dead. Her friends- supposed friends- sometimes asked her a godforsaken question.
'But, Liana! If you miss Rosalina so much, why don't you get a ticket to a concert when she comes to New York during her tour?'
She lived with a drug addict who could barely pay the light bill. She didn't think there was a further explanation.
Picking up the remote, she turned off the TV and opened the window, slipping out to sit on the windowsill as she gazed up at the stars longingly. Some nights, her anxiety got the better of her, and she couldn't sleep. So when this happened, she always looked to the stars for company.
She thought the idea of space was...fascinating. There was so much that humanity had discovered about it, and yet they have only seen a fragment! Who knew what else was out there? The moon illuminated her sparkling eyes as she saw a shooting star grace across the sky. Giddy, she stood up. "Wow! A shooting star~!" Her mind raced frantically, trying to think of a good wish to make.
