Summary: Every evening, two beings not quite on this plane of life anymore appear and begin dancing in Ludwig's apartment.

Dancing at Dusk

AusHun & GerIta

With a quiet sigh, Ludwig placed the book he had been reading quite diligently for the past few hours down atop of his desk. He glanced outside the window to see that the sun had begun its slow, gradual descent below the horizon, marking the day's end as it began to draw to a close.

Taking a look at the digital clock beside him, Ludwig decided he still had three hours to kill before Feliciano arrived for dinner. Which meant the German would have time to watch them.

There were whispers when Ludwig had first bought his small, cozy apartment. There had been whispers and warnings. Warnings about the strange phenomenon with people moving into the apartment, then right back out only days later; weeks at the longest.

The first few days, Ludwig had taken no heed to the rumors about frying pans moving on their own or melancholy, classical music wafting through the apartment from the center of the living room area. That, however, was at first. After the first week, things began happening.

Pots and pans in his kitchen began moving themselves from where he put them in the cabinets to out on the counter as if someone were ready to cook with them. Pieces of classical music – such as from Beethoven or Mozart – began to play when Ludwig didn't even have his music player on, let alone his iPod even being hooked up to the speakers.

He had told Feliciano, who had - in response - instantaneously become scared, fretting that there were ghosts haunting the home…

Which had been proven true when, one evening, Ludwig and Feliciano were about ready to settle down to watch a movie – and they dimmed down the light – when two silhouettes appeared. One was of a man wearing quite the fancy clothes, and the other was a woman wearing an elaborate dress from what Ludwig could tell.

Feliciano had practically jumped ten feet into the air; however, classical music began to play as the ghostly couple waltzed across the small area that was the living room space. After a few moments, Feliciano had become intrigued by their dance and calmed down enough to set beside Ludwig, watching entranced as the two moved in total sync with one another.

It was just as the sun was beginning to touch the horizon when this phenomenon occurred. Every day, at the exact time when the sun began to set – these two would just appear and begin their dance.

Sometimes, if the lighting was right, Ludwig could make out some of the features on the two people. The girl had long hair, and she was very pretty. The man was handsome as well, with the softest expression on his face as he gazed at the girl when they danced together.

The two would continue on dancing until the sun all but faded from the sky, and only then would they vanish as well.

Ludwig exited his study and pushed the door to the living room that had the small kitchenette stowed in the corner open. He flicked the light on and dimmed it down just enough so that he could see the figures again.

Of course, being the kind of person he was, Ludwig had done a bit of research on these two people. The only owners of the home before that matched this description were a couple by the names of Roderich Edelstein and Elizaveta Edelstein-Hedervary.

They were the firsts to own this apartment, which dated back to the 1800s. It seemed that they had passed away quite tragically when the part of the building this apartment was in had burned – the rather sloppy layout of the building having trapped them inside.

Suddenly, something moving caught the corner of Ludwig's eyes. He turned his attention on the two figures that materialized out of thin air and joined together, clasping hands. A touch of a smile was brought to his lips as an echo of a love long gone played out before him in his very own living room.

And as Ludwig leaned back to watch the two twirling around each other - Roderich dipping Elizaveta ever so delicately - he contemplated asking Feliciano for a dance after dinner.

A/N: I got inspired to write something about ghostly lovers after reading a short story called Sonata for Harp and Bicycle by Joan Aiken, which I must admit is quite the interested read. I already had the idea for lovers being ghosts or something from reading a couple of fanfics in a different fandom I write for, although it the plot or whatever just wouldn't come to me.

But anyway, here's my AusHun fanfiction, Dancing at Dusk, for you~ Hope you like it.