Recital[OPEN]

She chuckled as he patted her head. Her smile was bright with joy as she enjoyed spending time with her new friend.

He was also smiling brightly, glad that at least a few people weren't afraid of him because of his family.

She smiled and then looked over at all the wonderful instruments that were in the room. They were all so wonderful in shape and in sound. It made the young girl very happy to see them all.

He took his vodka out of his pocket and began drinking again.

(ooc: lol and that is the russian brotherly thing to do XDD)

She looked at the wonderful grand piano and sat on the bench. A lovely model made from England from some of the finest artist in the world. Almost everything about it was perfect, the keys, the shape and most of all the sound. She pressed a key and it made such a pretty sound.

It is the true brotherly thing to do when he's thinking.

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He looked over to the grand piano, watching her at the piano.

"hehe."

The girl closed her eyes and started playing a lullaby that she had learned a long time ago. Her hands moved gently along the keys as the tune played through the air.

He swayed his head a bit, enjoying the soft tune. He smiled a bit.

Sweden stood and leaned over a bit, scanning over the keys as the girl played, "Ayaka...I hate to disappoint you, your tunes and expression of emotion in the melody are great.. but you falling behind on playing in the B flat major.. you keep playing it with a loose A flat, when it would sound quite wonderfully person if it was an A sharp." he said softly.

He didn't want to be mean, he just wanted to show a few pointers...hoepfully anyway. He wasn't the brightest with talking to other people.

She heard the teacher's words and then she started to play in A sharp. She didn't know how it would sound when she did so, so she played as asked to see if what he said was true.

"eh?"

She smiled to see that someone else had entered the room. She didn't notice him enter while she was playing. She looked a bit scared as he looked at her intimidatingly. She then smiled a bit as he tried to cheer her up.

"It sounds great.. remember dynmics.." Sweden added quitely as he looked at the man nudging him. A faint glare appeared as the two different intimidating pressences clashed in the air. He found this man highy annoying whoever he was, but also slightly asuming.

What a strange...strange...strange man.. Does he naturally have this high pride?

"I never said she was bad.. Only gave her a few pointers that can increase her natural abilitys.. Who are you?" He asked slowly, his ice gaze settled on man that looked like he was a bit...off, but as sweden looked, his respect for him increased. Any man that could just waltz right in and join the convo without caring what another thought is a great trait to have.. to an extant.

She nodded in acknowledgement as she continued playing. The sound was different from before, but better. As she played she became a bit scared for some unknown reason for she didn't know that the two's presences had crashed together making a terrible clash towards each other. She kept playing so no one would notice she was scared but you could tell as she hands shivered a bit as she played naturally.

It's time for Berlin to finally make her appearance.

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A German-Prussian girl walked into the music room, her arms were crossed as if she was a mix of bored and annoyed. She had her platinum blonde hair tied in a ponytail and an eye-patch over her right eye. "Well...What's going on here?" She asked herself silently looking more at the Russian instead of where the music was coming from. She then glanced over to the piano to see the Prussian, Swed, and Hawaiian. She walked over to the piano silently, smirking a bit, she rested her elbows on the piano, standing next to the Prussian.

The girl saw that a new face had appeared and gave a smile and nod as she kept playing. The music continued to fill the classroom as the 4 listened.

Sweden moved next to the Hawaiian and laid a rather comforting hand on her shouldar, encouragement in fact. "Listening to my student, Ayaka, play... Who may you be?" For once, he was actually quite curious. To the point where his right eyebrow lightly raised, showing the curiousity phyically.

He found the odd girl to be rather a relief. This girl did have a similar way of doing things like the Prussian, but that's just from a first impression. Maybe the new entrance could prove to show a new more.. settle enviorment? Or at least far more intresting.

The girl was so lost in the music she wasn't really paying attention to what was happening now. All she knew was that Mr. Sweden talking and had his hand on her shoulder. As the 4 were talking she started to softly sing the lyrics to the song softly to herself. Her voice was as gentle as the wind and beautiful as a mother's gentle words.

Short reply.

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"I'm Johanna Beilshmidt" She smiled a bit, listening to the singing, humming along slightly.

When she noticed the German-Prussian girl humming along she smiled and continued singing and playing.

Swedens brow cocked farther up, "That's an intresting name.. Very..." He knew that it was rude of him to be saying that, but with so much going on in one place, his lighter more relaxed side was faintly exposed.

The brow went down and his expression cooled, making him appear calm as a 'sorry' look came over his face. Trying to show without saying anything that he was sorry... Of course, his looks always came out as glares, so it was kinda creepy.

Continuing to play and sing she saw that her teacher had now relaxed and was happy to see that. She smiled.

The door slightly creaked as it was pushed open, a teen's head peeking in. He saw a few people in the room, maybe he had gotten here late? Well, better late than ever. Something was going on here. He quietly stepped in, softly shutting the door behind them. He couldn't interrupt them, that would be rude. Instead, he turned to the girl on the piano.

He had seen her in art class, what a nice girl. You rarely found people who were willing to go out of their way for someone anymore, it was nice to know that she was one of those rare people.

He stood by the door, not sure whether to greet the girl or not. She also seemed busy, besides, the other nations were right beside her. He decided to keep quiet for the moment, just until the matter was clear.

The girl was playing the piano, but she could hear a small soft shutter of the door. She looked as she played and smiled to see that Mexico was in the room. She motioned him to come over and listen to the music as she sang. When it came to music, she always wanted people to enjoy it.

Mexico smiled, since the girl had seen him. Hands in his pockets, he walked over to her and took a seat right beside her. He glanced at the keys she played, what a curious instrument... He had never played one before. Honestly, he preferred his violin over any instrument. That gave him an idea, the Hawwaiin played and sang lovely, and he played the violin well.

He would have loved to ask her right there and then if they could both play their instruments in a duet, but again, she was busy. He smiled to himself, he would ask her when she was done. He said soflty under his breath, "que marivilloso..." It was said quietly enough so she wouldn't hear, so he closed his eyes and listened to the beautiful melody.