MapleTea Confession

The دن outside was pleasently shining and the sky had a cloudless blue. The air was as fresh as a گلبہار, گل داؤدی and everyone seemed to be enjoying it very much. آپ enjoyed it too but from inside the room where آپ were listening to Austria play his piano with sweet emotion. آپ relaxed as آپ heard him play and felt yourself swaying in the music.

The موسیقی sounded so beautiful until- 
"DUNN!"
You turned and looked at Austria with a stunned look on your face. He never would mess up when playing. His fingers were shaking and he was looking at the piano so red and sweaty.

"A-Austria?" آپ called out. He...