#wazler für niemand

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ITS THREE AM DUDES AND I CAN'T SLEEP SO YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS, DRABBLE TIME BABY:

Gov frowned as he nervously rubbed his hands together. He was doing a favor for IDC which apparently meant playing piano for a few of her friends because she had apparently mentioned it one time and they were fairly insistent. And yes, maybe he would've turned it down anyway but he was easily manipulated by his sister.

So he agreed. He was pretty nervous, he genuinely couldn't remember the last time he had been around a piano, much less play. What song could he even play? What song should he play? He didn't know what music IDC's friends liked. He sighed, deciding that he would just run through a couple scales and patterns to warm up and see where he went from there.

He was suddenly reminded of a song that IDC had shown him a while back. She had said that it reminded her of him. Looking at the translation of the song he wasn't really sure what to think of that. Even though it had been so long, the notes came easily.

Niemand kommt rein und setzt sich hin

Den Fuss auf den Tisch, die Hand unters Kinn

Niemand ist hungrig, mein Frühstücksmenü

Niemand kommt immer zu früh

And the words flowed just as easily.

Niemand, ich habe Geschenke für Dich

Was wäre ich geworden gäb es Dich nicht

Meine gesammelten Werke, bitte sehr

Alles gehört Dir

He sank into the music, despite the somber tone of the song he felt himself smile.

Niemand, niemand kennt mich wie Du

Unbedingt, ich geb alles zu

Keine Enttäuschung, kein einziges Mal

Aber Dir ist eh alles egal

He felt himself relax completely as focused entirely on the gentle waltz

Niemand, siehst Du's ich wachse nicht mehr

Meine Hände sind Füsse, niemand schau her

Bald bin ich nichts und das was dann bleibt

Ist Deine Wenigkeit

He smiled, playing always felt like a dance in of itself, one that he hadn't realized that he had missed so much.

Niemand, was, was willst Du?

Immer bist Du hier

Niemand, was, was willst Du

Von mir?

Von mir?

Von mir?

He huffed, satisfied with his playing. His singing could probably use some work but that's why he was playing for no one right now. At least, that was what thought until he heard clapping that almost made him fall out of his seat and yelp.

He looked up to see IDC and a few others who he didn't remember the names of. He could feel the color drain from his face. He cleared his throat and adjusted his tie. "Umm. Hello." He didn't know what to say.

One of them, a taller man with strong features blinked, Gov noticed the faintest hint of tears in his eyes. "Hallo. You have very good pronunciation." The man spoke with a heavy German accent. Gov flushed and muttered a quiet thank you. IDC raised a brow at the two of them before grinning.

"One, told you he can play. Two, I told you you'd do fine. So three, you guys should listen to me more often." She said almost absent mindedly as she did something on her phone. She smiled at Gov, something mischievous in her expression. That didn't bode well for him.

He was quickly distracted from his sister by the other states and provinces. He ended up playing a few more songs, all varying in genre. They were all songs that the states had suggested he listen to at one point or another. By the time everyone was ready to split ways, his hands ached with every movement.

Favor completed, he flew back to the state house the next day, too exhausted to see the way IDC seemed to have certain glint in her eyes. It wasn't until he got back to the state house, tired and ready to collapse into his bed that he realized what his sister had planned.

He had barely set foot in the door when he was confronted by Louisiana and Florida. "Maid sha, how was the 'business trip'?" He put an odd emphasis on business trip but Gov was much too tired to care. He just shrugged and yawned.

He pushed his way past the chaos duo, intent of his bed when he stopped dead in his tracks. Someone was playing music, which wouldn't have been anything new or worrying if it wasn't his voice singing with the piano. He slowly turned back to Louisiana and Florida.

Louisiana was holding up his phone, where he could clearly see himself playing in the video. It was specifically a jazzy, nearly ragtime piece that Louisiana himself had shown the fed once. The southern state's mischievous grin softened. "I didn't know you liked it that much sha."

Gov felt himself blush even as Florida chimed in, "I didn't know you could sing or play. Where have ya been hiding this?" He sounded slightly scandalized but his tone was still light-hearted. Gov just shrugged, he hadn't wanted to tell any of the states, a cruel voice in the back of his mind always said that they would hate and ridicule him for it.

"We should play together sometime sha" Louisiana grinned at him happily. Gov nodded tiredly.

"Alright, but maybe so other time. Right now I need sleep." The two southerners nodded and let him go to sleep. Gov fell asleep with a warm feeling in his chest.