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( Paris, France. Year 1872)
"Um- Excuse me, Monsieur Edelstein?"
The young maid, aged around sixteen or seventeen entered my room slowly and cautiously, seeming afraid.
"Yes, how can I help you?"
"M-Monsieur Bonnefoy is asking for you. I'll take you down if you'd like."
I smiled at the nervous young girl, she's quite sweet.
" No, it's alright. I'm sure I can find him. I couldn't miss his blonde hair anywhere."
She nodded and silently exited the room. A girl that young working for Francis Bonnefoy? Seriously, what kind of place is he running? Poor girl, I can just imagine what he's had her do.I made my way downstairs to the first floor of Francis's huge home. Francis Bonnefoy is the richest man in all of France. Frankly, I'm not to fond of him. He's never really been the nicest person in the world, especially not to me. Francis is the reason I'm here in France, anyway. He made me come, I'd rather be back home in Austria. I wondered around a while longer still absorbed in my own thoughts until I found him. He was sitting in his personal room, sipping wine and being entertained by three other young maidens.
" Francis."
The sound of annoyance was obvious in my voice. He glanced over at me.
" Ah, Roderich. Come here, have a seat next to me mon ami."
" I'd rather not. Why did you ask for me?"
" Oh, were you busy?"
" I was unpacking. What do you need?"
" I'm hosting a ball tomorrow night and I was wondering if you would like to go."
I sighed. He knew I hated get-togethers and parties like that. It's way too crowded and I'm always expected to dance. I don't dance.
" No."
"Please? You are my dearest friend and I love you."
" No you don't."
" Okay, you're right, but come on. It'll be fun and who knows you might meet someone special."
" The answer is still no. I hate things like that and you know it."
" Please? I'll love you forever!!"
Great, he's starting to beg. The stupid blonde got down on his knees and pulled on my overcoat, saying 'Please' in as many languages he could think of. Except, apparently German, my native tounge.
" Stop pulling on my clothes! I'll go!"
" Really?!"
" If it'll get you to stop begging, then yes."
" It's at seven, okay? Dress nice. Oh, and by the way, it's a masquerade."
"Whatever."
A masquerade? Well, if I start to fail at dancing no one will see my face. So, I quess it can't be that bad. I began to walk back to my room. On the way, I passed a clock and checked the time. Ten-thirty, I should go to bed. Back in my room, I disrobed, throwing on my night clothes and sliding into my bed. I rolled over and for a split second saw someone on my window ledge. When I closed my eyes and opened them again, he was gone. All I could see was his body. Thin, quite muscular, fairly tall. I couldn't make out his face, due to the mask he was wearing. Also, he had on a cloak so I couldn't see hair either. I must be seeing things no one was there. Or were they? I don't know, I starting to think lack of sleep was getting to me. Moments later, I was dreaming.
~Dream~
I dreamed a man dancing with me, he was wearing a mask like the one I'd seen. He caressed my face gently.
" Roderich, my dear. I love you and I only wish that I could have you for my own."
" I'm sorry that we can't be revealed. I love you, too."
We shared a passionate kiss, then danced for what seemed like forever. He took me to a secluded place no one but him knew about. Candles everywhere and a beautiful bed. The masked man lifted me up and placed me on the bed, kissing me once again.
" Your mine."
~ End Dream~
My eyes shot open. What was that all about?! Something is really wrong with my head. I could've sworn that the man in my dream was the one I thought I saw on my window ledge. I'm imagining things, there's no way. Still, the imaginary man and the man in my dream were unmistakably the same man. What is going on? What does it mean? I'm losing my mind, I swear I am. This man, who could he be?
"Um- Excuse me, Monsieur Edelstein?"
The young maid, aged around sixteen or seventeen entered my room slowly and cautiously, seeming afraid.
"Yes, how can I help you?"
"M-Monsieur Bonnefoy is asking for you. I'll take you down if you'd like."
I smiled at the nervous young girl, she's quite sweet.
" No, it's alright. I'm sure I can find him. I couldn't miss his blonde hair anywhere."
She nodded and silently exited the room. A girl that young working for Francis Bonnefoy? Seriously, what kind of place is he running? Poor girl, I can just imagine what he's had her do.I made my way downstairs to the first floor of Francis's huge home. Francis Bonnefoy is the richest man in all of France. Frankly, I'm not to fond of him. He's never really been the nicest person in the world, especially not to me. Francis is the reason I'm here in France, anyway. He made me come, I'd rather be back home in Austria. I wondered around a while longer still absorbed in my own thoughts until I found him. He was sitting in his personal room, sipping wine and being entertained by three other young maidens.
" Francis."
The sound of annoyance was obvious in my voice. He glanced over at me.
" Ah, Roderich. Come here, have a seat next to me mon ami."
" I'd rather not. Why did you ask for me?"
" Oh, were you busy?"
" I was unpacking. What do you need?"
" I'm hosting a ball tomorrow night and I was wondering if you would like to go."
I sighed. He knew I hated get-togethers and parties like that. It's way too crowded and I'm always expected to dance. I don't dance.
" No."
"Please? You are my dearest friend and I love you."
" No you don't."
" Okay, you're right, but come on. It'll be fun and who knows you might meet someone special."
" The answer is still no. I hate things like that and you know it."
" Please? I'll love you forever!!"
Great, he's starting to beg. The stupid blonde got down on his knees and pulled on my overcoat, saying 'Please' in as many languages he could think of. Except, apparently German, my native tounge.
" Stop pulling on my clothes! I'll go!"
" Really?!"
" If it'll get you to stop begging, then yes."
" It's at seven, okay? Dress nice. Oh, and by the way, it's a masquerade."
"Whatever."
A masquerade? Well, if I start to fail at dancing no one will see my face. So, I quess it can't be that bad. I began to walk back to my room. On the way, I passed a clock and checked the time. Ten-thirty, I should go to bed. Back in my room, I disrobed, throwing on my night clothes and sliding into my bed. I rolled over and for a split second saw someone on my window ledge. When I closed my eyes and opened them again, he was gone. All I could see was his body. Thin, quite muscular, fairly tall. I couldn't make out his face, due to the mask he was wearing. Also, he had on a cloak so I couldn't see hair either. I must be seeing things no one was there. Or were they? I don't know, I starting to think lack of sleep was getting to me. Moments later, I was dreaming.
~Dream~
I dreamed a man dancing with me, he was wearing a mask like the one I'd seen. He caressed my face gently.
" Roderich, my dear. I love you and I only wish that I could have you for my own."
" I'm sorry that we can't be revealed. I love you, too."
We shared a passionate kiss, then danced for what seemed like forever. He took me to a secluded place no one but him knew about. Candles everywhere and a beautiful bed. The masked man lifted me up and placed me on the bed, kissing me once again.
" Your mine."
~ End Dream~
My eyes shot open. What was that all about?! Something is really wrong with my head. I could've sworn that the man in my dream was the one I thought I saw on my window ledge. I'm imagining things, there's no way. Still, the imaginary man and the man in my dream were unmistakably the same man. What is going on? What does it mean? I'm losing my mind, I swear I am. This man, who could he be?
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ARGH!!!!!! THIS SUCKS SO BAD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This is what my brain comes up with close to midnight on a school night while listening to WAAAAYYYYYY too much Phantom of the Opera which is my actual inspiration for this crap. >.< I WILL GET BETTER!! (I hope)
P.S. Any guesses on who the man could be?
I'm sure could guess it ^^
also i just realized how short this is hopefully chapter 2 will be longer
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a little french leason for those who don't know
Monsieur = Mister
Mon Ami = My Friend
Just clearing that up ^^
This is what my brain comes up with close to midnight on a school night while listening to WAAAAYYYYYY too much Phantom of the Opera which is my actual inspiration for this crap. >.< I WILL GET BETTER!! (I hope)
P.S. Any guesses on who the man could be?
I'm sure could guess it ^^
also i just realized how short this is hopefully chapter 2 will be longer
Next:[link]
Crap story (C) me
Hetalia (C) Himaruya-sensei
a little french leason for those who don't know
Monsieur = Mister
Mon Ami = My Friend
Just clearing that up ^^
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