And I Threw Us Into The Flames.
Summary: With a model of a mother, photographer of a father, and a brother already committed to the agency, Ludwig Weillschmidt should have seen this day coming, yet his mother still surprised him with the application in which he is to sign away his soul.
Rating: M, for future chapters.
Disclaimer: Hetalia: Axis Powers and all of its characters belong to Hidekaz Himaruya. Wilhelmina is an actual worldwide professional modeling company, which I am just using for a fictional story. The following story is a fictional piece combining both of these two things.
Chapter One: Don't Disappoint.
I should be praising Himmel und Gott that I got eighteen measly years of 'freedom.' They didn't wait a single second later; on October 6th at six in the morning, I was given an application for Wilhemina. We are the Weillschmidts, happy family that doubles as beautiful people. Ha-ha, we don't double as beautiful people, but I wish that were the case. I could opt out of this if it were. We've always been well off, big house, expensive clothes, and apparently 'natural beauty.' Whereas mein älterer Bruder was shoved into the business at first possible chance; I got to choose when I wanted to. However, turning it down wasn't an option.
A fifty dollar pen looms over the paper; meine Eltern insisted I use this exact pen as if the people could tell the difference between this and a pen from OfficeMax. I could just completely screw up this application, but somehow, I'd still get in. It's not about the words but the connections. Every teenage girl in the world would kill to be me now, but I don't feel happy or flattered by this. I slowly and neatly pen my name; everything else is checked off for me. All I have to do is sign, sign my mess of a signature.
"I'm home!" I hear meine Mutter's voice echo throughout the house; a sigh escapes my lips. Her designer heels can be heard clacking towards my room. As she opens the door, she speaks. "Have you finished that form yet? It's four! If you're lucky, I can get it to the agency's office before it closes for the day."
"I'm almost done." I inform. My hand still looms over the signature line.
"Don't worry about it, you'll get in no matter what." She supports as she looks over my shoulder. "All you have to do is sign anyway. It's not that hard."
"I don't think the modeling agency is my cup of coffee." I try to escape.
"Ludwig, you are made of genes from a master photographer and a model; you are definitely the modeling agency's cup of coffee, perfect pedigree." I'm not a dog...
"Well," her eyes glare through my head. My hand obeys without question and drags a loopy signature over the line. Before I can regret it, the application's in her hand, and she's walking out the door.
"Your brother is a beauty and the agency's treasure, and they can't wait to have both of you." She calls as she leaves the house. They love Bruder because he's so unusual, and face it, red eyes catch anyone's attention. On the other hand, I look like mein Vatter and belong behind a camera...
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I walk into the office of the Sean Patterson. I didn't know what exactly to wear for an interview to be a model. I was dressed up slovenly in hopes of losing the career chance but Mutti caught me walking out the door. He sits at his desk; his eyes judging me from head to toe. I fake a smile when his eyes meet mine.
"Sit." He commands. No 'how are you' or 'hello.' I sit. "So, Ludwig Weillschmidt, Leoni and Alaric's son, Gilbert's younger brother, I'm shocked you weren't put up to the cameras like your brother."
"I got the chance to wait until I was eighteen." I state.
"Well," he opens a folder on his desk. "Your portfolio is promising and so is your family's reputation, but I want to know why you sound so reluctant to being here."
"As you know my father's a photographer, I think I belong behind a camera, not in front of it." I admit wholeheartedly.
"With eyes and a build like that, you definitely belong in front of a camera." He compliments. "My concern is your confidence and social skills."
"Well," say what you have to say to get into Wilhelmina. "I have confidence in whatever I do after I get the basics down; as for social skills, I enjoy meeting several people." Lie. "I find it comfortable to be surrounded by people." Another lie. "I like to talk." Third lie. "I just like socializing." Final lie.
"My last question is 'when can you start?' I assume soon because your brother comes in twice a week because he's working on a shoot with another model Elizaveta Hedervary." He closes the folder. "He and Elizaveta are amazing with couple photos; it's almost like they're dating in real life."
"I've never seen his work, which I guess sounds fairly strange." I admit.
"He's here today if you'd like to go see it." He informs.
"May I?" I'm somewhat interested in the way this job actually works.
"Of course, it's down the hall to your right, turn left, take the stairs, and then you'll find it. It's hard to miss, ha-ha." He holds his hand out. "It was great meeting you, Ludwig."
"You too, Mr. Patterson." I smile and shake his hand. My feet are already heading towards the door.
"Ah, Mr. Weillschmidt, you forgot your portfolio." He informs, and I was told to turn, smile, and say:
"Oh, keep it as a gift from the Weillschmidts." It sounds so narcissistic, but he doesn't say anything about it. I open the door and follow his directions; unfortunately, I have a horrible sense of direction and get lost. I wonder around until I spot a familiar head of white hair. I stare as Bruder poses so easily into something like a cardboard cut out. His red eyes stare at the camera through fake glasses; a smirk is pulled across his face, effortless. He looks up, jumps up, and walks over to me.
"Ke-se-se-se, so mein kleiner Bruder is finally joining in on the fun?" He jokes.
"I didn't have a choice." I reply flatly.
"George, get the boy some of those glasses. I think he needs to feel what it's like to be what everyone wants." He commands. 'George' brings me a pair of glasses, and Bruder drags me to the set. He pulls out his phone and presses it to his ear like he's making a call, leaning against my shoulder. I stare at him skeptically when the camera flashes. "Welcome to the world of the superficials, bruderlein."
A/N: I thought this idea was fairly unique. Should I continue? Please Review.
~FromPrussiaWithLove.