[APH fanfiction] The First Law of Love and War (Chapter 1)
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...
Prologue
Notes: Well, here's chapter one. Not sure how fast I'll be able to continue, since I predict I'm about to be buried in schoolwork, but eh... Also, sorry for the focus on Roderich so far, I promise Gilbert shows up in the next chapter.
And. I am an American, and I'm in an American university. I won't say this story takes place in America, because I'm really not sure where it takes place. Just be aware the university is going to seem very American, because that's what I have experience with.
The song Francis is singing at the beginning is a really addicting French pop song called L'orange. Thanks to Tuul for linking me to it. |Da
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The first thing Roderich noticed was that his new roommate had interesting taste in music.
"J'ai pas volé pas volé pas volé l'orange du marchand..."
Roderich tried to peer over the top of the box he was carrying. From what he could see, it looked like several suitcases had exploded in the room already. Clothes were strewn about over every available surface, books piled on one of the desks and heaped on the floor beside it. Roderich's new roommate was kneeling on one of the two beds, hanging a poster on the wall of some blond movie star. All Roderich could see of him at the moment was his back and longish blond hair, which was tied back into a ponytail.
"Uh," Roderich cleared his throat a bit. "Hello?"
His roommate stopped singing and half turned to look over his shoulder, revealing blue eyes and a scruffy goatee. "Oh, you're my new roommate?"
Roderich nodded, setting the box he was carrying down on the nearest dresser and offering his hand. "Yes. I'm Roderich Edelstein. Nice to meet you."
"Francis Bonnefoy," he smiled, taking Roderich's hand. "Sorry about the mess, my parents kicked me out at the door and didn't stay to help me unpack. They had to catch a plane to Paris."
"You're French?" Roderich blinked. Francis had a slight accent, but not much of one.
"Second generation," Francis smiled. "Both sets of grandparents still live in France, so my parents like to visit whenever they can."
"I visited Paris on vacation once, it was nice."
Francis chuckled, turning to start putting some of his clothes away. "What're you majoring in?"
"Music composition," Roderich's answer was automatic. "And you?"
"French, actually, with a minor in art," Francis admitted. "My spoken French is crap and I'm tired of my grandmother throwing things at me for it."
Roderich was about to comment when his parents arrived with the next load of boxes and introductions had to be made.
Later that night, once his parents had (reluctantly) left and the unpacking was mostly finished, Francis announced he was going to take a shower. Their room had a small bathroom with a toilet and sink, but if they wanted to shower they had to go down to the big bathroom that served the whole floor. Roderich waved him away, barely looking up from the lullaby he was composing to try and distract himself from the fact that he was out on his own for the first time.
Francis was gone for about forty minutes before he breezed back in with a content sigh. "Not bad at all, if housekeeping manages to keep them clean."
Roderich looked up just in time to see Francis drop the towel he'd had wrapped around his hips. Roderich squawked and turned bright red as Francis looked over at him in bemusement. "H-hey! What're you doing?!"
Francis gave him a quizzical look, apparently totally unconcerned with being completely naked in front of someone else. "You're male, aren't you? It's not anything you haven't seen before."
"But not yours!" Roderich put his head in his hands, totally mortified. "Please, just put some pants on!"
Francis couldn't help but laugh a little, clapping the younger boy on the shoulder briefly. This was going to be a fun year.
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...
Prologue
Notes: Well, here's chapter one. Not sure how fast I'll be able to continue, since I predict I'm about to be buried in schoolwork, but eh... Also, sorry for the focus on Roderich so far, I promise Gilbert shows up in the next chapter.
And. I am an American, and I'm in an American university. I won't say this story takes place in America, because I'm really not sure where it takes place. Just be aware the university is going to seem very American, because that's what I have experience with.
The song Francis is singing at the beginning is a really addicting French pop song called L'orange. Thanks to Tuul for linking me to it. |Da
~*~
The first thing Roderich noticed was that his new roommate had interesting taste in music.
"J'ai pas volé pas volé pas volé l'orange du marchand..."
Roderich tried to peer over the top of the box he was carrying. From what he could see, it looked like several suitcases had exploded in the room already. Clothes were strewn about over every available surface, books piled on one of the desks and heaped on the floor beside it. Roderich's new roommate was kneeling on one of the two beds, hanging a poster on the wall of some blond movie star. All Roderich could see of him at the moment was his back and longish blond hair, which was tied back into a ponytail.
"Uh," Roderich cleared his throat a bit. "Hello?"
His roommate stopped singing and half turned to look over his shoulder, revealing blue eyes and a scruffy goatee. "Oh, you're my new roommate?"
Roderich nodded, setting the box he was carrying down on the nearest dresser and offering his hand. "Yes. I'm Roderich Edelstein. Nice to meet you."
"Francis Bonnefoy," he smiled, taking Roderich's hand. "Sorry about the mess, my parents kicked me out at the door and didn't stay to help me unpack. They had to catch a plane to Paris."
"You're French?" Roderich blinked. Francis had a slight accent, but not much of one.
"Second generation," Francis smiled. "Both sets of grandparents still live in France, so my parents like to visit whenever they can."
"I visited Paris on vacation once, it was nice."
Francis chuckled, turning to start putting some of his clothes away. "What're you majoring in?"
"Music composition," Roderich's answer was automatic. "And you?"
"French, actually, with a minor in art," Francis admitted. "My spoken French is crap and I'm tired of my grandmother throwing things at me for it."
Roderich was about to comment when his parents arrived with the next load of boxes and introductions had to be made.
Later that night, once his parents had (reluctantly) left and the unpacking was mostly finished, Francis announced he was going to take a shower. Their room had a small bathroom with a toilet and sink, but if they wanted to shower they had to go down to the big bathroom that served the whole floor. Roderich waved him away, barely looking up from the lullaby he was composing to try and distract himself from the fact that he was out on his own for the first time.
Francis was gone for about forty minutes before he breezed back in with a content sigh. "Not bad at all, if housekeeping manages to keep them clean."
Roderich looked up just in time to see Francis drop the towel he'd had wrapped around his hips. Roderich squawked and turned bright red as Francis looked over at him in bemusement. "H-hey! What're you doing?!"
Francis gave him a quizzical look, apparently totally unconcerned with being completely naked in front of someone else. "You're male, aren't you? It's not anything you haven't seen before."
"But not yours!" Roderich put his head in his hands, totally mortified. "Please, just put some pants on!"
Francis couldn't help but laugh a little, clapping the younger boy on the shoulder briefly. This was going to be a fun year.
Next