Lessons

[bambino_italia]

[This is Chibitalia. Chibitalia is running through the halls.]

Ve, Austria~! Can we start with my lessons?

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[spokensonnet]

[The sound of someone running down the hall was what drew him out of his room in the first place. Opening the door, he was about to give a proper lecture about disturbing the peace before he gave pause and thought better of it.]

Of course we can. Give me a moment or two to gather some papers.

[With a polite smile, he quickly disappeared back into his room.]

[spokensonnet]

You're doing quite well.

Are you ready for a simple melody?

[bambino_italia]

Thank you Austria!

I feel ready, ve!

[spokensonnet]

Try this one. It's traditionally called 'Hot Cross Buns'.

[He played a very simple tune for him, one that used only three keys.]

[bambino_italia]

Bene~!

[And he starts to play. It for Austria to judge if he is doing well.]

[spokensonnet]

[He offered encouraging words to help him remember the order of the keys.]

Very good. You're almost a natural at this.

[bambino_italia]

[He hums the tunes of the song so he remembers which keys he has to push.]

Grazie Austria~!

[spokensonnet]

You're certainly welcome. We'll have you playing well in no time at all.

[bambino_italia]

Really?

[spokensonnet]

Of course. Just as long as you remember to practice.

[bambino_italia]

I will, ve!

[spokensonnet]

I'm glad to hear that. With time, we'll work out way up to longer pieces as well.