[A/N {Jade} I decided to put up this chapter EARLY! The Alice of Paranoia will come out on the 24, and then The Alice(s) of Curiosity on Halloween. But I will finish the epilogue for La Bellezza and Das Tier next week :)
So... Ready for some more death? And in this chapter, I said Roderich wrote Alice in Dreamland and a few other creepy Vocaloid songs. Just pretend he did because I only write parodies. ^^;
All Vocaloid songs in this chapter and Hitobashira ARISU do not belong to me.
The Alice of Beauty
"What the...?" Roderich Edelstein muttered as he slowly cleaned off his glasses. He was laying in bed, but it wasn't his. Rather then Ludwig's house, he was in a single-room townhouse, furnished with a kitchen, restroom, bed, and piano. His brown hair was combed back, except his ahoge, which stubbornly refused to stay down, and he was wearing his blue coat, ruff, and everything else except his boots. A quiet knock came on the door, and a boy with blonde hair, blue eyes, and glasses peered in with a polar bear.
"Roderich Edelstein, I presume?" He asked, walking in. Roderich nodded.
"Yes. And whom might you be?" Roderich asked in a slightly annoyed tone.
"I'm Matthew; a dream, and this is Mr. Kumajiro. You're in my 'Wonderland'. You're an Alice now."
"Excuse me?"
"Here, Alice is not a name. It's a title for someone who can control the dream and will remember it forever."
"Yes, well that's nice," Roderich said as he pulled on his boots. "Now, of you'll excuse me..."
"No! Please!" Matthew said, grabbing Roderich's coat. "The last Alice... He wasn't a very good one. I need someone who can make Wonderland prosper. Please." Roderich took this into consideration.
"Well, I guess while I'm here..."
"Thank you! You won't regret it!" Matthew said.
"Bye!" Said Mr. Kumajiro happily.
"Great... How am I supposed to do this...?" Roderich muttered as he walked through the town. He absent-mindedly began singing quietly:
"The Crystal Eyed Doll
On a certain night sang
'Hey, shall I take you
To a wonderful world?'"
A young girl, no older then 12 with short blonde hair and a purple ribbon tapped him on the shoulder.
"Hey, sir? What was that song you were singing?"
"I... I don't know. I just thought of it."
"What is it called? And can you sing some more?"
"O... Okay." He thought for a minute.
"Following the White Rabbit,
Alice fell into a deep hole.
See? Now she cannot go home.
"Such a strange world
where whatever you wish for comes true.
On top of the Silk Tree,
the Cheshire Cat grins and says
'Welcome'"
A few people came over to listen including the girl's older brother. He continued.
"'You should go back, Alice'
she heard a voice from above
but the eyes of this girl
have already been entranced by this Wonderful Land.
"Running through the Road of White Roses,
everything gets dyed a deep Red
she continues to fall till the end."
More and more people surrounded him.
"The Golden Clock
stopped its Tick-Tock sound
but its fine,
Alice will simply drink tea
For Eternity!"
"A world made from Fragments of Dreams!
Her wishes all come true.
From the people she casted away,
You can only Save one of them, okay?
"The Stopped Clock and
the tumbling Doll, they both
gently lead and whisper
Hey, shall we go?
To Wonderland!"
Everyone who had came to listen clapped. He had a nice voice, and he looked very handsome. The girl tapped him again. "But what is it called?"
Roderich considered. "I'll call it... Alice in Dreamland." He smiled. Maybe he could change Wonderland through song...
Roderich rushed back to the townhouse with the manuscript paper and pencil he had bought, and sat down at the piano. He then thought. And thought. And thought.
"This is hopeless!" He cried, banging his head on the piano. "I can't think of ANYTHING! No classical music, no ragtime, no Bon-Bon Dance music... Not even a rock song! How can I write music if I have nothing to write music about?!" He ran his fingers through his hair and paced around the room. Suddenly, something Matthew had said got to him.
"The last Alice... He wasn't a very good one."
He shook his head. Who would want to hear a song like that? But even after another hour, he still had nothing. It wouldn't hurt to just ask, would it?
At the tavern sat three young men, all looking rather nervous. Roderich was told that if they wanted to hear about the First Alice, they were the ones to talk to.
"Guten Tag," he said politely. The youngest one flinched, but calmed down when he saw who it was.
"Oh, you're the man from the square today. I'm sorry; I've been jittery ever since..." The oldest elbowed him.
"That's what I came to talk to you about. The other one gave a nervous look.
"Are you sure you want to hear it?" He asked. Roderich slowly nodded.
"It's your funeral..." The eldest muttered.
Roderich couldn't sleep the next night. His dreams were haunted with visions of blood, a dark, snowy forest, and the trademark of the First Alice that Toris had described so well: "Kol kol kol..." He woke up in a cold sweat, and stumbled to the piano in a daze and began playing and writing the notes as he did so; a song of madness and death, all taking place in a white ward. He adjusted his glasses and read it over. Despite being dismal and demented, he kind of liked it. "I wish my music could change the world..." He said.
The next day, he went back to the town, a manuscript clutched in his hand. The people smiled when they saw him. "Are you going to sing another song?" They asked. He nodded, and began.
"One day
In a clean white room
They bring me here
Always
Clean corridors
Many clean rooms
Every night
One person is removed
Beautiful flower
In vivid
Red bloom
One flower garden room
A lovely sphere
Comes rolling down
Pochi
Eats so much
Tomorrow is my turn
I look forward
To going
Tomorrow is my turn
I look forward
To going
I... I... I... I... I...
I... I... I... I... I...
I... I... I... I... I...
I... I... I... I... I...
I... I... I... I... I...
I... I... I... I... I..."
The people were silent for a moment, and then began to clap. Everyone liked his songs. They were pretty, and the more they liked them, the more he wrote. But as the days went on, strange things happened: several people disappeared into a tent in the woods after he wrote one about a circus. Children went missing while they played games. But most people went insane. No one, not even Roderich, knew that the songs had an effect on those who heard him.
Roderich walked into the square once again. He looked different from the first time they had seen him; he was thin, and there was an air of organized madness about him. As usual, he began singing:
"The first Alice was a gallant red one,
A silver tap is what he brought into his wonderland
He would knock down anyone who came into his way
He was soon followed by a red and bloody path..."
A man with white hair and red eyes, known as Gilbert Beilshmidt, screamed and covered his ears. "NO MORE!" He yelled. "You're driving me insane! You've driven most of the town insane!" No one took any notice, and threw roses at Roderich's feet to show appretiation.
"Please," Gilbert begged. "Stop!"
"This new Alice, deep within the woods,
Trapped as a wanted fugitive, they locked him in there for good..."
Gilbert's hand trembled as he took out a silver revolver. He had no more choices.
"If it had not been for the red path that he'd made
No one would believe that he had ever-"
BANG! A single shot rang out, and Roderich fell to the ground, his face a bloody mess, and his blood staining the roses next to him red. Gilbert ran away. It was later discovered that he had gone so insane that he hung himself.
The other townsfolk only stared in shock as Roderich lay dying. Even so, he quickly made up a song and sang it, gasping for breath.
"The second Alice was a fragile blue one
He sang songs to all his world in the wonderland
Singing of a mad world with false created notes,
He had soon created a mad blue world
This new Alice was that of a rose
He was shot down and killed by a mad man
His blood stained the flowers a bright and somber red
The one who was loved was now to be forgotten..."
He smiled sadly as he sang the last note. Everyone agreed that it was his best work, but a long while after, like the song said, no one knew that a Roderich Edelstein had ever existed.
"M-A-T" Kumajiro said to himself. "Is your name Mat?"
"Sort of..." Matthew sighed. Both of his Alices were failures. Where else could he try...?
He tossed a dart at the map. "It's a good thing I speak Français..."
A/N: this chapter reminds me of myself... I love music. Anyone know the two songs I referenced in this chapter? Think about it... Circus and a Children's game. And did you see my reference to Paint It, White? Anyway, send in your votes (follow link /story/3772815/La-Bellezza-and-Das-Tier-Hetalia-fa nfiction/14/ you can post your vote on either of my stories)
and have a great day.
Sincerely,
Jade
❀(癶ヮ癶)
