Hello, I am Aronpuma. I am the coauthor of this story (though this chapter was primarily written by Kawaii-Samurai-Ari). I should disclaim that neither of us own all of these characters or Hetalia, only our ocs and plot. This is nonprofit. We aren't in violation of copyright laws. Unless you've never been on this site, that should be obvious but whatever. Don't Sue. We're trying to have fun, and if anything I've already brought more money into your franchise. You probably don't care about this disclaimer anymore. I'll stop.
But I should also disclaim that this story features (but does not revolve around) drug use, domestic violence, among other mature themes. If you do not approve of any of that and do not want to read it, then well, don't read it.
Ch. 1: One fine day in Austria…
"HONESTLY! Marissa! You are not trying!" Roderich yelled, but was keeping his voice firm as he walked over to the American, swiping the violin and its bow from her. "If you use it and think it like a weapon it will never sound right! Watch and take from my example."
He positioned the violin and softly started to play, paying more attention to his music then the girl standing in front of him. The girl watching in awe at the sight of the man doing the thing he loved most.
"Well now you're just showing off, Roderich." She mumbled, crossing her arms and letting out a sigh. Marissa continued to listen to him; she personally enjoyed his music. It's better than being alone in the woods in America. She smiles, watching him with her smoky grey eyes as his bow went back and forth quickly, his song progressively getting faster,
"And maybe I'm going to use that violin as a weapon, you don't know."
She made a smart-ass comment like she usually does, tightening her gloves and narrowing her eyes. She was trying to hide the fact that she was actually listening to his music, he always thought she ignored it, not hearing the passion and emotions that the Austrian poured into his song when in reality she heard each of the emotions that he poured into it, that passion and a loneliness that seemed to linger within the notes, I wonder where he gets that passion…? She thought to herself as Roderich stopped playing, bowing slightly.
"We must be in top shape, we will be performing at several concerts quite soon…" Roderich spoke elegantly, handing the violin back to her, pacing back and forth, "We must practice every day! Especially our violin and piano duet! I know you are better at piano than violin but it does not hurt to practice! You messed up in front of the audience during your first concert! I will not be so hard on you since it was your first concert and first mistake... But it was still a mistake! All because you would rather be lounging around in the forest, than practicing!" He continued to rant, still pacing.
"Calm down, Dude," Marissa said, holding her hands out. "Like, relax! I've got this!" she exclaimed, spinning around in her leather boots, her ripped jeans showing her legs with each movement. "Plus, I think my dancing skills have increased greatly, I should nail that dance! Graceful yet wild!"
Roderich stared at the girl, sighing deeply, stepping over and grabbing the girl's arm.
"You better not twist your ankle like you did the first time, all because you forgot the movements…." He spoke firmly, letting go of her arm and walking across the room, placing his violin back down. "I cannot believe you still play my precious violin like that!" He says with slight annoyance, turning around on his heel and looking at her.
"You better practice; otherwise, I shall take away your precious guitar!" When he said that, Marissa grabbed onto her guitar tightly,
"Nuuuuuu! Mein guitar!" she said in a false accent, copying his which earned her a glare.
"Do not play around Marissa, we must practice! Or else we shall embarrass ourselves in front of a large crowd of people! I did not cram all of my music classes that I've taken over the years for nothing!" Roderich yelled at the girl this time,
"I'm not the one who passed up his chance with the person he liked in high school."
She stuck her tongue out at him, her words making the Austrian blush darkly, "You obviously don't know much about love, Mister Edelstein." She grinned, walking over to him and hugging him tightly, "Or should I say, Daddy." She says with a wide grin,
"It is not my fault that me and my Crush parted ways, he probably doesn't even remember me…" the man sighed, hugging the American back, "Do not ever call me that again though… That was awkward." He mumbled, pushing his glasses back up the bridge of his nose, he picked the slender girl up and sighed, "You know, you should really act your age, not like some child who doesn't know any manners." He placed her on his couch, turning around and grabbing a nearby blanket to cover her up, being quite fatherly to the girl, "But, I will say that I will take the place as that figure you need… your manners need improving…"
"You certainly act like my father… "
Marissa smiled up at Roderich, flicking his curl and causing the Austrian to shiver and his face to contort. "Never gets old." She grinned widely, snuggling into her blanket, "Sorry about that, couldn't help myself, your reaction was absolutely priceless." She apologized, poking his cheek playfully.
"You should be glad that my curl doesn't have much of an effect other than that…"
He sat down on an empty space next to her, sighing deeply, "I would not forgive myself if I hurt my only daughter." He grinned back, ruffling her hair and smiling softly, "You are a nice girl once you've settled down and aren't getting into trouble."
"See, now you've started it!" Marissa smiled, leaning into the Austrian's side and yawning cutely, "Do you think you'll ever let me have a break…? My fingers hurt." She mumbled, pouting at him, Roderich never minded her company, though she tended to get into trouble a lot… She was his only real companion, a friend, a girl he would call his own daughter, his prodigy.
"I shall think about it." he smiled at the girl, draping his arm around her, "Anyways, I have work to do in the morning so I shall be quite busy." Roderich said, yawning shortly afterwards, he stood up and fixed his glasses once again, "I shall be in my bedroom if you need me."
The Austrian walked off towards his fancy bedroom, "What time is it…?" He asked himself, glancing at a clock to reveal it was way past midnight, "How did I let the time slip past me?" He questioned, falling back against his bed tiredly, but he didn't sleep just yet… He thought, and then quickly pulled his journal out, starting to write.
Indeed, how did I ever let the time slip past me…? It seems to constantly leave me behind before I have the time to realize what has happened, high school and college were nothing but a blur to me… Besides that one face I still remember… The man I had wished would notice me… But that never happened, as time flew by me I had graduated and left, so much of that time is hazy, but I do remember his name, the name that burned into my music and left me unable to think whenever it was spoken or the man said name belonged to was sitting nearby as I played my beloved violin in front of him… That loneliness that has been lingering in my music developed there…But I always remember that name,
Lawrence Greene…
I find myself writing his name in here many a times… I wonder where he may be at this moment in time, whether he is going through a good life, or a bad one… I can say I'm in a much better place than when we first met… An inspiring musician who is always coming up with new scores, with a prodigy who plays to his music and dances. I share my gift; my gift is a gift for the mind and soul.
Roderich continued to write, his eyelids growing heavier with each passing moment, he decided to call it a night finally, putting his journal away in his nightstand drawer. He fell asleep, not bothering to change out of his clothing or anything; he was far too tired to even stand at this point so he gave in to the feeling of sleep.
My gift is a gift for the mind and soul,
But more of a gift from a passionate heart to another.
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