Chapter 2
(I do not own Hetalia or the song that is in the story)
Sunset Boulevard Apartments, Saturday, PoV Ludwig
The grey, blanket-like, clouds seemed to make everything dreary, including my small apartment that I share with my family. Gilbert, my brother, has just been napping on the couch for the last 4 hours while Vatti has been sitting and watching TV. I hung off the entryway trying to get the two's attention. I had tried to bake some Fastnachts to make the air seem lighter and to get their lazy asses up, but they didn't really seem to care for the sweets at the moment.
"I made some Fastnachts if anyone wants one!" No noise "Hello?" Again no sounds of stirring just the noise of laughter from the tv screen that seemed to mock my attempts.
"Shut up will ya" A gruff scraggy voice came from the couch, Gil. "I'm tryin' to sleep."
With that, a sigh of defeat. With a scowl, I walked through the bland, brown, picture decorated walls of the hallway to my bedroom. An off-white door with years of wear shown off it, as well as a few stickers and scars from former childhood years. This place was my sanctuary. Its soft baby blue walls and oak flooring was comforting along with desk facing the window so whenever I was working I could just look outside to see a pigeon or some people rushing to get to there destination 5 stories down, the bookcase filled with sheet music lyrics, cooking recipes, old textbooks, and some fantasy/romance novels as well. My bed laid to the right of the door, throwing my duffle bag, that was sitting next to the bookcase, onto its forest green comforter. I began to pack the saggy black bag with an umbrella, a jacket, spare strings, and a small journal that I liked to call "The Song Book." Its cover was a fake light brown leather, it was obvious it had seen better days but it was still useful as it was before.
Turning to the closet I grabbed a brown vest, white button up, khakis and a pair of loafers. I quickly began to shuffle my pajamas off and into the outfit before me. I was almost ready, just a few things left. A light brown ivy cap hung on the back of my bedroom door, it wasn't in the best condition but what wasn't in this room? It seemed like everything except my laptop was older than me. Fitting it onto my head I walked over to the far wall, place covered in family pictures of past vacations, goodbyes, welcome backs, school memories. It was also the place of torn posters of bands, movies, and book series from teenage years. But none of those papers mattered the only thing important on that sole wall, was my prised ukulele.
Laugh, I know it's silly, but that instrument gave me a new start and a new friend. It was made out of cherry, its smooth wood was covered in nicks and dings. On the back it had travel stickers from Hawaii, Bahamas, Puerto Rico, and even Canada, I hope to be able to make that collection grow. At the bottom corner, in fading black ink was the words "Keep playing from the heart and you'll never be lost. ~Mrs. Margaret" it's curvy writing never letting my eyes leave without a tear falling. Taking it off the wall I swung its strap over my head letting it rest on my back and letting me able to grab the duffle bag. I felt like a different person when I was in this outfit and others knew that. I feel confident, free, and everything seems to be vivid. Striding out the room with this new found confidence and the vivid black duffle bag it was like a blur I was already at the door with a small sandwich bag of fresh Fastnachts and a couple of water bottles stuffed in the duffle. A goodbye and out to the stairway I went.
The walk to Central Park wasn't that bad if anything it was calming. The grey clouds seemed to have cleared and everything was lighter. The walk to my special oak tree was even better. Kids screamed and laughing in delight at the large playground as well as some families trying to feed the ducks at the pond. It was perfect. Setting my bag next to the large trees base. A swig from one of the sweating water bottles and I was ready. I liked to 'perform' here, a song or five made everyone around the park happy. Now only to figure out what song to play, taking a look around, I tried to find inspiration. Soon it was discovered, a lone girl was slowing making her way down the sidewalk, her eyes glued down the cement under her. She seemed like she needed a smile today and so it was chosen. A few string were strummed and my slightly gruff, deep voice sang a melody.
"Well you moved on ridiculously quick
So much for hopeless romantics
What a liar, what a liar
Don't get me wrong
I'm happy you found
Someone else to screw around
What a liar, what a liar"
She was getting closer. Her head seemed to perk up.
"Just goes to show, I'm better off without you
One for the road and maybe how about you
Leave me alone, cause I'm not alone
Leave me alone, cause I'm not alone
I've got friends to help me through
I'd rather be with them than you
How weird to see your true colors show
I didn't think you'd go so low
What a liar, what a liar
Don't you dare think you caused me stress
I'll rip our letters, you rip her dress
What a liar, what a liar"
She was stopped in front of my spot, looking at me with curious red puffy eyes. She must have been crying, poor frau.
"Just goes to show, I'm better off without you
One for the road and maybe how about you
Leave me alone, cause I'm not alone
Leave me alone, cause I'm not alone
I've got friends to help me through
I'd rather be with them than you"
She seemed happier listening to the song. Demeanor changed her lips were beginning to curve up. She wiped her cheeks with the long grey sleeves of her sweatshirt, her long light brown hair was messy but fitting.
"Remember when we kissed that night, remember when you held me tight
Remember me and you
Oh, wow
That's all out the window now [x4]"
Just goes to show, I'm better off without you
One for the road and maybe how about you."
She was clapping to the beat at that point and a couple other began to join her surrounding in a half circle in front of me.
"Leave me alone, cause I'm not alone
Leave me alone, cause I'm not alone
I've got friends to help me through
I'd rather be with them than you
Leave me alone
Cause I'm not alone
Leave me alone
Cause I'm not alone."
There was an applaud, some wanted to give me money but I swiftly declined to tell that their smile was all the payment I needed. The girl had a wide smile on her face.
"Thank you so much. You have no idea how much that meant." Her voice was hesitant but clear.
"You're welcome." Was my only answer. She left was the same smile and a wave. Today is going great.
From a bench not too far away, Pov Unknown
The day's been dull its clouds far too grey and far too gloomy. I still have no inspiration and everyone that passed by were the same. Cities far too grand, gardens far too empty, mountains far too small, to sum it up scenes far too boring. But in the midst of my thoughts, there was music. Music? Sitting up from my former laying position I turned to see a crowd not too far away and the music seems to float from there. The singing was deep but not too much to be bad and the music gave a light blue aura to it. Color. This was new, I haven't seen color in months. The song ended and five minutes later they dispersed uncovering the source of such color. A man with icy blue eyes, blond hair the seemed to be slicked back but was covered by his cap. His built was muscular like he went to the gym often but not regularly, and his smile was faint but my mind focused the scene I saw was beyond exquisite. There was a golden wheat field with a baby blue sky, pure white cotton clouds were splotches against the blue, a breeze made the wheat look like an ocean of gold, and in the middle of it, was this man and the oak tree. This man was his muse. Who was he?
Who's that character?! The puzzle is starting to form but most of the pieces are still missing. Are you willing to wait and find them? Thanks for checking out my story.
Some points to help you understand the story:
Fastnachts- A German dessert that's a lot like a donut
Ludwigs outfit is inspired by Prince Naveen's (The Frog Princess) outfit when he arrives in New Orleans.
The song the Ludwig sings is called" One For the Road" By Dodie (I do not own this song all credit to Dodie. I will be using most of her songs throughout this story.)
If you notice any grammar problems or storyline ideas/ theories fill free to comment.