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It was Monday morning when a young man named Gilbert Beilschmidt, was eagerly running down the hallway. Passing room per room, only setting his feet for the Music room. He usually disliked Mondays but this time he was very excited. When he finally reached his destination, he took a deep breath before he entered the room. He knew she's waiting for him. She always had. "Hey," He entered the room and would always expect a smile from her as soon as she sees him. He loved her smiles and would want to keep them for himself but he'd never tell. Anneliese was sitting in front of the piano and he'd sat beside her as usual. As soon as he's by her side

Ludwig snapped awake when his bedroom door slammed open, revealing his roommate, Feliciano. The Italian ran into the room and stopped at the German's bedside. "Italy... What do you want?" Ludwig sighed, using his country representation from the UN in place of his actual name. Then he noticed that the smaller man was shaking gently. "Italy...? What's wrong?" He reached over and turned Feliciano's head to face him. His eyes widened when he saw the tears running down the slight brunette's face. "Feliciano...?" he asked, using the brunette's real name. "Feli, what's wrong?" The Italian just sniffed and threw his arms around the blonde's neck, bur