hm so I decided to write another fic, and I've recently adopted a new OTP, ah, RusPrus. So that's what this will be. Sorry for not updating my other fic, I got busy with school and moving to my new house that I couldn't find time to update it. I want to focus more on this story for a while, so updates on Siren will be a bit slow. I do hope that you guys enjoy this story though, I know I'm gonna enjoy writing this one! To all who just got here, thank you for reading and reveiws are always appreciated. Apologies to any grammar mistakes, and I don't own hetalia. Obviously.

ALso before I forget, their is a slight trigger warning. It'll come in later chapters, but there will be language, drinking, bullying, a bit of self harm and some violence (mentions of abuse.)

~Jaysen

Chapter One.

Two young boys stood at the doors of a large house, sheltered from the pouring rain by the edge of the roof. One was just a toddler, crystal blue eyes wide with fear and curiosity. His blonde hair was soaking from the rain, and he shook from the cold. The small boy grasped his older brother's hand tightly, shying behind him. The other boy looked to be about five, pale skin and silver hair seeming to almost glow in the grey sunset. His eyes greatly contrasted with the rest of his soft, yet strange features, a detailed pair of crimson irises laced with nervousness.

The littler of the two squeezed his brother's hand, looking up at the albino. "Gilbert... What if they don't like us? I'm scared, where are Mutti and Vati?" The little boy's light blue eyes filled with tears, looking up to his brother for desparate answers. The eldest laughed, trying to cheer his brother up. He knew his brother was young and most likely didn't understand what was going on, Gilbert himself couldn't quite grasp their situation either. But he had to be strong for his little brother.

"Don't cry, Luddy!" The albino gave him a smile, even though that was quite hard for him at the moment. "Mutti and Vati are in another place, at least that's what the one lady told me. She also said that these people will take their place for awhile, and they're gonna treat us like they did. But we don't have to call them Mutti and Vati, unless you want to." He explained, in the best way his broken English and five year old logic could muster.

Ludwig looked confused for a moment, before nodding slowly. "So it's gonna be okay?" He asked, still uncertain. They were both so young, so unsure of how to take this and what was to come. What was going to happen? Where exactly were their parents? They were all questions Gilbert didn't have clear answers to, there was nothing he had to reassure his younger brother with. He paused for a moment, before ruffling his brother's hair.

"Ja. We'll be okay." He reassured, uncertainty laced through his voice. Ludwig only nodded, grabbing his brother's hand as the German walked up to the door, moving to grab the paper with words he couldn't read from his pocket. Someone had given it to him earlier, telling him to give it to the people at the door. He thought it was strange how just days ago they were all eating dinner together, and now the both of them had no idea where their parents were.

Their social worker had left them confused, too kind-hearted to tell them the truth. They were just young boys, still so carefree and innocent. She'd doubted that Ludwig, being as young as he was, even knew what death was. It was just too much to place on their still fragile shoulders. For now they'd been placed in foster care, no family left to take care of them. The boys didn't even know what the term was, they just knew they'd be staying with someone else for a while. Maybe, at least, until their parents came back.

They knew so little.

Taking a nervous step forward, Gilbert clutched the paper in his hand and rang the doorbell. His brother hid behind him, his small hand still holding tightly to three of Gilbert's fingers. The German bit his lip, waiting.

"Don't worry. Like I said, we'll be okay." Were the last words he whispered before the door opened.

XxxX

Almost twelve years later the same memory flashed through Gilbert's mind as he stared up at the doors to his new highschool. The year had just started which was sort of a plus, he'd been transferred yet again just days earlier. He wouldn't have much to catch up on since it was only the third day of school. He wasn't the brightest student either, but he could never seem to stay in one place for too long, not very many foster parents wanted to deal with his natural trouble-making nature. That being said, he switched schools often and could never quite pick up to the pace other students his age were learning at. No one paid much attention to it though, it was almost like it was expected out of a kid like him, and maybe it was.

Foster kids usually never had high expectations from normal people. At least, that's how it was in Gilbert's head. It was like his lower-than-average status was written all over him, and he felt like everyone could tell. Even those who, in reality, knew him to be nothing but the cocky German bastard who sat in detention for a living.

He smiled to himself, that's probably who he'd become at this school too.

For a moment he wondered how his brother was doing, if he was going to school at this time. His brother had been adopted just a few years earlier. Ludwig was skeptical of the idea at first, but Gilbert had insisted he take the offer. Who wouldn't want someone like Ludwig, anyway? Even though Gilbert was jealous of his brother's luck, he was just happy that the other wasn't in the chaotic cycle of being tossed around as much as he was. The two still wrote to eachother often, though Gilbert still had yet to reply to his brother's email since being sent here.

He'd have to do that soon.

But now clearly wasn't the time to be thinking of such things, if he wanted to take the small sliver of a chance he had at not being late. He probably would've been late anyway, but stereotypically the new student was always late. Gilbert just hoped his teachers would let him off easy.

XxxX

The day passed by mostly uneventful, and Gilbert was anxious for school to be over. Surprisingly he hadn't caused too much trouble, but the assignment that was about to be given to him would put him over the edge.

Getting here just before school started there weren't many classes for him to choose from, and hesitant he was to take anything he chose creative writing. So maybe he was a bit troubled and naturally looked down on by most people, but he was actually quite the author if he ever took the time to just sit down, and pour his feelings out over paper. No one had ever seen his work though, he didn't want anyone to see it and even if he did, he figured no one would care anyway.

It was quite obvious, but well hidden that Gilbert didn't think much of himself.

Clicking his pen absentmindedly he looked down at the blank sheet in his notebook. Write about your biggest regret, the teacher had said, no one else has to read it.

But... what was his biggest regret? Gilbert had done a lot of things he wish he hadn't, but they were all small things compared to his biggest regret. He could lie, and write something else, but...

"Gilbert Beilschmidt, Ivan Braginsky." The teacher looked down at Gilbert's blank paper, along with the Russian boy who sat next to him, whose paper was also blank.

Gilbert had never gotten a very good look at the boy next to him, but as the teacher called them out, he looked over to study the figure next to him. Platinum blonde hair shaded soft violet eyes, and though the other looked like he could easily beat up anyone in the whole school he seemed to try and hide his face in the fleece scarf wrapped around his neck. Why was he wearing that anyway? To Gilbert it was rather hot in the room, and for a moment he'd even contemplated taking his jacket off.

He almost hadn't heard the teacher, too busy studying the boy next to him.

"You two, see me after class. School's almost over." She said sternly, striding back to her desk.

Oh, Gott, the Germaa thought, resting his head on his desk. I'm so screwed.

ehhhhhhh so maybe? kinda short, I dunno.

whatever.

sorry, it's 1 a.m as I finish typing this and I honestly thought I'd get done earlier.

I can't really write during the day even if it is spring break because my mom usually puts me to work unpacking since we just moved.