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Human names.
First fic in this fandom, so please be nice with me, give a review if you have the time.
It is an unlit corridor I don't mind, my house no longer possess its old glory, but the beauty it was something I was always able to keep. I look in the frozen glass of the window, touching the dead surface, and for the first time in a long time I saw my reflection.
Everyday it was the same: Clockwork. Neatly I would get ready for the day, making what I could by myself, creating this illusion of loneliness, always alone always independent protecting the people I could...making my people proud of being Austrians.
Walking the empty corridors of what one day was a home, Feliciano was always jumping around pretending to be working, Elizabeta always making up for Feliciano's mess and there was that boy, well I can't really say I was surprise after he disappeared...such unstable foundation.
Tightening my coat and putting my hands in my pockets in a fight against something that is far more complex than just the low temperature.
Who needs warmth, I'm ok by myself it is being like this since...that cheap fool Vash, hmph whom needs people around, as long I can live by, I am fine.
I get in my, minutes ago unknown, destiny the piano room, I always loved the piano and it is one of my best talents, I give me a small smile it is not something I can afford much, everyone expect me to be...the level headed, apathetic and nitpicking jerk.
The black polished wood of the piano show me my face, I am starting to hate everything about it, the arrogance wall I use to protect myself, the education and traditions I hold up like my own life is attached to them. I pick one violin, this is my favorite instrument, the emotions that it translate are so impersonal, each music played by this instrument are like frostbites, the execution is cold such as ice, but it burns so much at the same time.
Picking a sit in the window I look to the outside world, I start to play while I shrug, the snow starts to fall, but this is not why I am cold, I will always love the cold, even if it means I will have to wait forever until someone understand, the cold means stability, means not having to worry about those troublesome fools.
Even my so said brothers, Ludwig and Gilbert, I wonder if they have at least a shred of gratitude for what I did for them, well Gilbert is much more troublesome, I put my violin down, crossing my arms I try to fight the cold more.
"But would be good if those troublesome fools, payed me a visit once in a while..." I murmur to myself, I feel so drowsy.
A loud sound makes my eyes open wide, and all the lights suddenly are turned on.
"Oh Roderich, I knew it, I knew it you missed us." Felicianos's arms giving me a hug, while he hubs his cheek in mine, how he ended up like this being raised by me? It feels less cold, I suppose.
"That is enough, let him breathe a little." Elizabeta starts to put Feliciano away, giving me a kiss in the forehead, my cheeks feels like they are in fire.
"Said this lame dude would be doing something like this." Gilbert says with a big grin looking at me.
"Why you little uncut..." Why I am so angry?
"Gilbert be more respectful, I am glad to see you brother." Ludwig seems to be just as uncomfortable as me.
"I missed you all..."
Slowly I open my eyes, I can feel my face against the cold floor and my blurry vision reveals my glasses in the distance, a single tear falls from my eye.
I hate it, I hate the cold, I hate the clockwork, I hate it.
I look to the window just to see my reflection in the frozen window, but this is who I am and this is what I will always be, I smile to my reflection, the sad eyes hidden behind my glasses.
And so I need to start the clockwork again.