[APH fanfiction] The First Law of Love and War (Prologue)
Title: The First Law of Love and War
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Pairings: Eventually Gilbert/Roderich/Elizaveta, Ludwig/Feliciano, Feliks/Liet, possibly eventually light Francis/Arthur and Antonio/Romano
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Swearing, innuendos, college shenanigans, and Gilbert. Really, he's just a warning by himself.
Summary: Roderich has never really had much interest in dating. He was happy enough just writing and playing music, and never had time for much else. Then he went to college. Suddenly he's stepped into an entirely new world, and isn't really sure what to do about it...
Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3
Notes: Once again, written for a prompt at the hetalia_kink meme. Anon wanted an AU with poor Roderich being confused about his sexuality and attracted to both Gilbert and Elizaveta. I added the others just because it's fun. ^-^ I hope you enjoy, this looks like it's shaping up to be a long one.
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Roderich had always loved music best of all.
His mother played the piano, and even before he could walk, Roderich would lie in his cradle and listen. She learned very quickly that while she was playing, he never cried. As soon as he was able to sit up on his own, she would put him on her lap and let him watch while she played. When he got a little bigger and more coordinated, he would place his hands over hers. He knew how to play the piano almost before he was big enough to reach the keys on his own.
When he was five, in between learning his letters in kindergarten, his father taught him notes and scales and how they looked on paper. Roderich could write EGBDF in 3/4 time before he could write his name. He wrote his first song just after his sixth birthday, and was well at work on an opera by his tenth.
At seven, his father decided he was strong enough to hold a violin without faltering, and paid for lessons. At nine he took up the flute as well. At twelve he was asked to play the piano to accompany a very famous orchestra when they performed at the local opera house.
Everyone who heard him play or read his compositions raved about his talent, his genius. Comparisons were made to Mozart, to Beethoven. All of it went over Roderich's head. His one and only love was music. He heard it in his head, let it flow out through his fingers, whether he was playing or composing either one.
When he was fourteen, his parents took him away on a three week vacation around Europe. He spent most of the vacation scribbling shards of music on spare napkins, the sights and sounds of Vienna and Rome sending the music spiraling ever higher in his head. When he got home he locked himself in the music room with his piano, and in three days composed an aria that would have made Puccini tremble in jealousy.
His parents worried, a little, that he didn't have many friends, that he didn't socialize much. All through his teen years, most of his time was spent alone, holed up with his music. He didn't seem to mind though. And if he ever got lonely or stuck in his music, he would call his cousins. They were always more than happy to drag him outside into the sunshine, or down to the local Italian restaurant for some pasta. If anyone expressed concern over his loner nature, Roderich would usually just laugh and say that Feli and Romano were the only friends he needed.
When he was sixteen, his high school councilor told him that if he worked just a bit harder, he'd be able to graduate early. Music was his love, but Roderich was well advanced in all other areas of study as well. Roderich himself was delighted with the idea. Several universities had already offered him various musical scholarships, and he was eager to take the next step forward and continue his education.
He assumed college would be much like high school, except that he'd be sharing a room with someone, and he'd have to walk to another building if he wanted a proper grand piano. He'd still be able to spend his spare time composing, and his other classes would be just as easy as they'd always been.
He couldn't have been more wrong.
When he was seventeen, Roderich packed up his bags, his classical CDs and his violin and left for the university he'd chosen.
He had no idea how greatly his life was going to change.
Next
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Pairings: Eventually Gilbert/Roderich/Elizaveta, Ludwig/Feliciano, Feliks/Liet, possibly eventually light Francis/Arthur and Antonio/Romano
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Swearing, innuendos, college shenanigans, and Gilbert. Really, he's just a warning by himself.
Summary: Roderich has never really had much interest in dating. He was happy enough just writing and playing music, and never had time for much else. Then he went to college. Suddenly he's stepped into an entirely new world, and isn't really sure what to do about it...
Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3
Notes: Once again, written for a prompt at the hetalia_kink meme. Anon wanted an AU with poor Roderich being confused about his sexuality and attracted to both Gilbert and Elizaveta. I added the others just because it's fun. ^-^ I hope you enjoy, this looks like it's shaping up to be a long one.
~*~
Roderich had always loved music best of all.
His mother played the piano, and even before he could walk, Roderich would lie in his cradle and listen. She learned very quickly that while she was playing, he never cried. As soon as he was able to sit up on his own, she would put him on her lap and let him watch while she played. When he got a little bigger and more coordinated, he would place his hands over hers. He knew how to play the piano almost before he was big enough to reach the keys on his own.
When he was five, in between learning his letters in kindergarten, his father taught him notes and scales and how they looked on paper. Roderich could write EGBDF in 3/4 time before he could write his name. He wrote his first song just after his sixth birthday, and was well at work on an opera by his tenth.
At seven, his father decided he was strong enough to hold a violin without faltering, and paid for lessons. At nine he took up the flute as well. At twelve he was asked to play the piano to accompany a very famous orchestra when they performed at the local opera house.
Everyone who heard him play or read his compositions raved about his talent, his genius. Comparisons were made to Mozart, to Beethoven. All of it went over Roderich's head. His one and only love was music. He heard it in his head, let it flow out through his fingers, whether he was playing or composing either one.
When he was fourteen, his parents took him away on a three week vacation around Europe. He spent most of the vacation scribbling shards of music on spare napkins, the sights and sounds of Vienna and Rome sending the music spiraling ever higher in his head. When he got home he locked himself in the music room with his piano, and in three days composed an aria that would have made Puccini tremble in jealousy.
His parents worried, a little, that he didn't have many friends, that he didn't socialize much. All through his teen years, most of his time was spent alone, holed up with his music. He didn't seem to mind though. And if he ever got lonely or stuck in his music, he would call his cousins. They were always more than happy to drag him outside into the sunshine, or down to the local Italian restaurant for some pasta. If anyone expressed concern over his loner nature, Roderich would usually just laugh and say that Feli and Romano were the only friends he needed.
When he was sixteen, his high school councilor told him that if he worked just a bit harder, he'd be able to graduate early. Music was his love, but Roderich was well advanced in all other areas of study as well. Roderich himself was delighted with the idea. Several universities had already offered him various musical scholarships, and he was eager to take the next step forward and continue his education.
He assumed college would be much like high school, except that he'd be sharing a room with someone, and he'd have to walk to another building if he wanted a proper grand piano. He'd still be able to spend his spare time composing, and his other classes would be just as easy as they'd always been.
He couldn't have been more wrong.
When he was seventeen, Roderich packed up his bags, his classical CDs and his violin and left for the university he'd chosen.
He had no idea how greatly his life was going to change.
Next