This was inspired by a late night listening to TSO and reading fanfics…Then I got thinking. What if the album Beethoven's Last Night happened again? So, I got on that theme of thinking, and Roderick just popped up as the most likely victim for this bunny. I've just got one thing…I can't decide on a character to represent Fate. I've already got Twist, Beethoven, Mephistopheles, Theresa, Spirits/Muses, and the Orphan Girl. I'll have a poll up on my profile for that. Keep in mind that TSO describes the character of fate as being detached but innately good.
Disclaimer: Hetalia is not mine. If it was, I'd have a Fate already. The album, who's plot I'm borrowing, belongs to Trans-Siberian Orchestra (TSO) All poetry and song lyrics included (should be one poem or song per chapter) belong to TSO
It was late that night, and Vienna was experiencing its worse thunderstorm since Beethoven was alive. Roderick knew this, but paid it no mind…the thunder wasn't a distraction. It hadn't been for a long time. Not since he'd gone deaf. But that wasn't important tonight. What was important was finishing his composition. He paced the room, thinking hard. Suddenly, he ran to the piano and played a few bars out. He scribbled the notes onto the manuscript, filling up the last few bars. He worked through any discomfort, including the painful coughing fits that interrupted him every few minutes. This process continued for hours, until it was finally finished, and he slumped over the piano, exhausted.
"SincethetimewhenRaandIsis/Raisedthesphinxoutofthesand/AndApollodreamedAthena/Andmanbegantounderstand. " I muttered slowly to myself. My fellow spirits followed suit, since they knew it by heart. Kiku, Heracles, Alfred, Arthur…even Ludwig. Every single one of us was a lost soul, all attached to this one dying musician. Yet another one who didn't understand just how much his efforts contributed to society. I tend not to let it bother me, but this is his last night on earth. Once he's dead we're gone…for good.
"Thatwhendarknessfoldsondarkness/Intherestlesstideofnight/Andthelighteningraisesshadows/Andformomentsgivesthemlight." He can hear us. He's been able to since he went deaf. It's the reason we attached to him. After all, who wants to have a link to the mortal world that you can't use. But its nights like tonight that he hears us more than normally. He can't block us out, even if he wanted to. I turn to Ludwig for guidance, as I used to in life. "D'you think he'll realize it tonight?"
"If he doesn't…it'll be too late for him. You know that, right. He'll be one of us before you know it if we don't make him see."
"It'sbeensaidbythosewhoponder/Thatitsurelyisasign/Thatalifetouchedbythestars/Isnowrunningoutoftime." We see it on Roderick's face…he knows what tonight is. They're coming…I feel them. Fate, Twist, and him. Mephistopheles. The storm seems to subside, at least to us, but each and every one of us retreats to the corners of the room. I hide behind Ludwig, and Roderick starts awake.