We don't own Hetalia.

The delicate strands of Chopin could be heard echoing up to Elizabeta's bedroom. She smiled to herself, humming along with the well-known melody. She loved quiet Sunday afternoons such as this, where it was just herself and her beloved Rodereich. And occasionally some Chopin, or Mozart. She turned the page as the piano played on, the notes rich and warm.

Elizabeta finished the chapter, and placed a pressed flower to mark her place before closing the book. Maybe a leisurely walk around the property, she thought to herself. Perhaps even Rodereich would like to join her. She retired to her dressing room, and began the process of selecting a proper walking dress. She had just removed her outer dress when she heard the playing abruptly stop, followed by a heavy thump on the marble floor.

Rodereich, Elizabeta thought over and over as she raced down the grand staircase in her slip. Her husband was sprawled out on the cool floor, face hidden from her. His seep hair fanned out across the tile, making his skin seem deathly pale. She slowed when she saw this scene, and lowered herself to her knees.

"Rodereich..?" Elizabeta moved his hair gently from his brow, which now was cold and clammy to the touch. "Darling, are you alright?" Rodereich began to stir, while Elizabeta called for a doctor. The Austrian began to sit up, much to Eliza's chagrin.

He began to speak, in a voice filled with shock and pain. "Something's happened...something to the country..." Rodereich clutched at his throat, but no blood appeared. Elizabeta began to feel a burning sensation on her throat as well, not intense enough to wound her as it had Rodereich, but impossible to ignore. She glanced at the century-old grandfather clock in the corner of the grand room. 1:15 p.m. Her vision began to grow hazy. Rodereich, still unable to stand, grasped his wife and held her close. "We'll be alright, my dear. We'll survive this, whatever it is." Elizabeta relaxed into his trembling grip. As long as they were together, everything would be fine.