so this is my first hetalia fanfic and well, this fic's been sitting in my external for quite a few days already, and hope you like it,
by the way "Fragments" will be a collection of one shots with various pairings, but it may be possiblle for a few fragments to be connected
Disclaimer: I don't own hetalia or the characters
Warnings: Au. Out of Character (I think...?) , mentions of genderbent (I guess),human names used, too much commas (sorry for that), and rated T to be safe
Fragments
First Fragment: The Masquerade
A sigh escaped his lips as he watched the crowd dance along the music. Ladies in lavish gowns twirling like flowers as their ruffled skirts and corseted bodies move along with their handsomely clothed lords who in turn guide them into passionate and beautiful steps. He swirled the glass in his hand and took a small sip of his deep red wine. "Sweet" he mused to himself, one could only expect it from one of the most lavish balls in the land. Fixing his mask, as required to the ball, he wondered, what was the point of wearing a mask when everyone in the room already knew each other, "because it's the theme of the ball"he thought to himself
Another sigh escaped his lips, he wanted this party to end already, so that he can return to his room, change out if his stuffy outfit and sleep on his comfortable canopied bed, but a small light chuckle stopped him from his musing. He turned and saw the culprit, it was a young lady clad in a long iridescent dark blue and violet gown, her arms were covered in black lace gloves that reached until her elbows, she had golden blonde hair that reached until her nape, and pale pink skin that was reflected by the crystal chandelier above, but like all of the nobles in the room, she too was wearing a mask.
A white ceramic mask that covered half of her face, from the tip of her nose until her forehead, lined with tiny onyx stones and black raven feathers attached on its sides. "why are you all alone here, my lord?" she asked in a light tone, her eyes twinkled in innocence and mischief, he stared at her then returned with a question, "then why are you also alone, my lady?" another light chuckle escaped her lips, "touché", the young woman then moved next to him, "but, I am merely bored tonight ,my lord" flicking a strand of her golden lock behind her ear, "I'm sure that you are also bored" he stayed silent until a servant came and offered them another round refreshments.
The two of them were silent for a while, observing the moving bodies before them, as they danced, talked, laugh and drink. The man couldn't help but wonder, what was the point of this pointless gathering, and why do they need to hide themselves behind masks.
"I wonder why everyone insists on wearing a mask tonight when they already know each other" he mused out loudly, making the lady think deeply,
"it's because they can be someone else tonight" she replied to him
"that's foolish" he countered back, but the lady merely shook her head and pointed at the dance floor,
"do you see that man wearing a harlequin mask, the one who's talking to Lady Julchen Beilschmidt and Lady Elizabeta Hervedary?" he looked and saw the person she was talking about, a man clad in an indigo suit, who was chatting with two women, both of them had waist length tresses the only thing that differ was their colour, one had silver, belonging to Julchen while the auburn belonged to Elizabeta.
"would you believe that he's Count Roderich Edelstein, Austria's famous introverted musician but look at him now, flirting with all the young ladies" the lord looked at the woman then back at the man in question,
"we live at night and die in the morning, for this masquerade, enables to be someone to reveal another side of us, and when morning comes, we return to our 'normal' selves" she told him, with a thoughtful look in her eyes.
"still it's foolish, hiding behind mask means lying to everyone" he said to her and a soft sigh escaped from her lips, "you are still naive, my dear lord" she said to him, the lord was stunned at her comment, he felt insulted that she called him naive, when he was clearly older than her by a few years, "that's rather insulting" he snapped, "don't talk when you're just a little girl"
The lady's eyes narrowed at him, sending a chill down his spine as he looked at those piercing sapphire eyes, "watch your mouth, mongrel, just because I look younger in my years doesn't mean that I'm innocent like those foolish women on the floor" pointing at the ladies who fawn over various men in the room, she stopped herself before she made a scene and a sigh came from her lips "I guess those rumours are true to some point"
"What rumours?" he asked, his eyes narrowing in suspicion,
The lady smiled, making him nervous as she closed their distances, placing a gloved hand over his chest, the simple contact making him blush, then her mouth hovered over to his ear, her hot breath giving him goose bumps,
"Rumours of a certain naive lord who flirts with every women in Paris" she whispered, "a young count who is far too naive in this world . . . . be careful my dear count, or you'll be eaten alive in this world" her voice dropped into a low yet seductive tone, making his heart beat rapidly.
Then the clock strike twelve making it chime for 3 times and the blonde haired girl eased herself off the count, the warmth from her touch lingering over his chest, "It seems that my time is up" she said to him, a hint of disappointment in her voice, "but as they say, every dream must end" she bowed down gracefully, her golden hair flowing to the side, "well, until we meet again, my dear Count Francis Bonnefrey" his eyes widened as his name escaped her lips,
"Wait-" he tried to run after her but the lady already left, and all that remain was the lingering scent of white lilies,
"Who are you?"
So, that's the first fragment,
reviews, request, or suggestions for the next fragment?
by the way, can you guess who the woman is?