Ah... So, the idea for this story started with a RP I was doing with Formidonis over on Marukaite Chikyuu [my Hetalia RP forum, links in my profile if you're curious.] Austria's actions for this story will mostly be based upon his actions in the RP, and Prussia's my own. I, for one, think Formidonis is a brilliant Austria, but I'm not confident about my Prussia. In any case, I know this explanation doesn't make much sense, so I'll simply move on.
All in all, I apologize for any OOC-ness. This is just the prologue, so nothing much happens, but I'm curious if people like the idea.
My first Hetalia fanfic being written on my own (after my collab with Formidonis with "The Rebel and the Redcoat" which you should totally go read as well.)
Title: My Heart's Musician
Series: Axis Powers Hetalia (AU, college universe)
Pairing: GilbertxRoderich (with AlfredxArthur, LudwigxFeliciano, and YaoxKiku)
Full Summary: It was supposed to be a simple favour; Ludwig has asked him to walk his dogs while he was out with Feliciano. Upon arriving at the German's supposedly empty house, he stumbles upon Gilbert on the roof playing a violin he'd given to him years ago. The domino effect starts there, and soon, the musician finds himself looking for answers to questions he's avoided for years.
Prologue
Gilbert sighed quietly from his hiding spot inside the music room, his crimson eyes carefully locked on the back of a brunette figure sitting at the large grand piano in the center of the room. Beside the brunette was a tall man in a black conductors suit, his head bowed and moving quietly with the elegant music the brunette was playing.
The song was slow, but not at all simple. Its complicated notes mixed together in an elegant melody that would speed up at points as the notes got higher, and then slowed again as they began to get lower. The perfection in presentation was nothing to turn one's nose at, and not a single note was out of place or tune. The player was obviously close to that of a professional, but despite this, the deep frown never left Gilbert's lips.
When the piece was finally finished, the teacher launched into a detailed and overly complicated explanation of how wonderful the boy was doing and that he was on his way to a full-ride scholarship for the best music schools in the area, and he'd no longer have to waste his time and talent at such a 'low class' university. The hidden albino scoffed at this, rolling his eyes. The university they attended was hardly close to anything remotely 'low class.'
Hetalia Academy, while the closest school in the area, was a line of prestigious schools that only let the best in. Of course, it had its run of 'average' students, but anyone close to average would still be considered among the best if they'd gone to a normal school. Hetalia only wanted the best, and each student was carefully profiled at a young age before being allowed to enter the elementary division, and once you were in, you were in. If you left, for any reason, you were out and the likelihood of being allowed back in was slim to none.
The Academy was made up of five buildings, set up in along the guidelines of an average American school setting. The first being a pre-school and daycare center that was open to everyone in the community, but most of the children sent there were by parents who hoped to get their children into the main school line. The second was the elementary school that held students in grades Kindergarten to fifth. The third building was a middle school, where students would move through grades sixth to eighth. However, depending on a student's performance in elementary school would determine if they were allowed to move on to Hetalia's middle school at all.
For the students who passed passed through the middle school with an acceptable GPA, they were granted into the high school, which was more difficult than it looked, and the second largest of all the buildings. The teachers there, while most were kind, were very strict on the rules and a student's grades. If someone fell behind, they were either expelled, or forced to attend over the weekend and evening lessons until they caught up.
Finally, there was the University. The students who made it through high school were automatically accepted, but like the previous grades, could lose it at the drop of a dime. The University was the only one of the line of schools that accepted outsiders, and at that, it was only a hundred of them a year, and they were selected randomly in a lottery of over a thousand of elite students.
Gilbert, like his younger brother and friends, was among the lucky ones who'd attended the Hetalia schools all his life. He'd managed to hang on to his status as the sixth ranked student in the school (falling short of his brother in fifth.) The two of them were supposed to be tied, but the albino's tendencies to pull pranks kept him from staying in the top five, and the only reason he hadn't been kicked out for his shenanigans was because he was in the top ten, and even his singular presence kept the school's GPA average higher. And Hetalia wouldn't dare risk lowering that.
Above the two brothers were a boy from Japan by the name of Kiku Honda, who, to Gilbert's knowledge, was dating another boy from the school, from China, by the name of Yao Wang. A blond male who'd moved to the area from England just in time to make it into the elementary school by the name of Arthur Kirkland (who the albino was convinced was infatuated with an American by the name of Alfred who was several ranks lower than himself, and a close personal friend of Gilbert's) was closely ranked with the two Asian's, but the three's scores held little difference, and when anyone asked who the top three were, the order would always be different.
In fourth place was the very brunette Gilbert was currently spying on, Roderich Edelstein, an Austrian who the albino had known for as long as he could remember. The brunette lived several streets away from his own house, and it was a good ten minute walk. (Yet, despite the albino's somewhat cruel teasing, the two males were often seen with a young female by the name of Elizabeta (holding the seventh place rank under Gilbert which both infuriated her and amused him) who lived next door to Roderich and had moved to the area with her parents shortly after her birth in Hungary.
"You're on your way to greatness, Roderich!" The music teacher exclaimed, "Absolute greatness, my boy. Your name will be known around the world, and your music will warm and soothe the hearts of millions."
"…I doubt that," Gilbert muttered, turning away from the pair and making his way toward the window he'd used to sneak in. "He won't make it anywhere with music like that. He can play anything you hand him perfectly… but that doesn't make it good, because he's not playing." Not anymore, at least. Roddy stopped playing music in middle school… and I don't know how it is that I'm the only one who has bothered to notice.