Hetalia x Reader

Turkey Nyotalia

*Excuse the curse word(s) please, they are only in the video*

          Dilara dropped her school bag on the floor. She heard the bag's loud thud and sighed. Closing the door, she slid down it and covered her face with her hands. Her heart felt as if it was breaking a thousand times over. With a sniffle she lifted her head and saw a large black piano before her. Taking a shaky breath, she slowing got up and walked over to it. 

         Her hands caressed the keys gently as tears fell from her chin. Her lip quivered as she shakily sat down on the bench and began to play. She didn't care about what she was playing. She had no idea it wasn't just made up. She didn't even bother to listen to the keys. All of her emotion, all of her pain, she played into the piano. 

      Every note screamed her anger, every note screamed for help. She prayed for someone to listen, for them to realize, but it was too late. She was broken, a mindless slave to her music. The notes groaned as they were stroked. The piano strings buzzed with anticipation as she let a rest edge its way through her music. Her fingers hovered over the piano, not minding the hesitation before. 

        She took in a deep breath and played once more. Gently, she played. Then it grew into something more, something mesmerizing. The beauty of the notes, the waves of emotion. It was as if she was painting a picture, one of sorrow and loss. Dilara stroked the keys once more, furiously. Her brows scrunched up in concentration, her arms readying for the next measure. Down they went again. Three times more after that, in fact. She felt free for the first time in weeks. As if nothing could get to her. No gossip, no rumors, no rules, no...pain. Her playing slowed, and eventually, the song ended. She was gasping for breath as all of her emotion flowed out of her. 

         The beauty of the music still lingered in the room. It thundered along the walls as if they were rolling stones falling off of mountains. Her head felt lighter than before. She smiled a ghost of a smile and got up to leave. She picked up her bag, closed the piano case, and walked out the door, never feeling the heavy weight lingering over her again.