My Name Is Luka, a hetalia - axis powers fanfic

You smiled at the boy in front of you, hands denying that you were hurt. "I just tripped!"

He raised an eyebrow. "Don't I know you, fraulein?"

You grinned. "I live here." You gestured at the block of flats. "Second floor. I'm (Name)."

My name is Luka

I live on the second floor

I live upstairs from you

Yes I think you've seen me before

Gilbert always watched out for you after that, and you found out that he lived on the first floor, in the apartment below yours. He had a lot of noisy friends but you found you didn't mind them that much; Gilbert himself was rather noisy.

He heard a shouting match from your apartment one night and sounds of a struggle. He debated whether to go upstairs but figured he'd ask you the next day.

He did, but you turned away, smiling sadly and shaking your head a little, and didn't talk to him for a few days, during which he learned to listen out for those fighting sounds each night.

If you hear something late at night

Some kind of trouble. Some kind of fight

Just don't ask me what it was

He smiled at you when you began to greet him each day once again, and once asked you to sit with him on the grass outside your block of flats.

"Frau… why do you have those sounds coming from your apartment?"

You lowered your head so your face was hidden. "Because I'm kind of clumsy. I knock things over and trip up a lot. And I'm crazy."

He slung an arm around your shoulders, not caring who saw. "Don't believe that. Anyway, you're mein awesome crazy person!"

You blushed and smiled, and he felt a bit happier.

I think it's because I'm clumsy

I try not to talk too loud

Maybe it's because I'm crazy

I try not to act too proud

You felt a fist connect with your ribs and tried not to cry. It wasn't fair that you got picked on but the man in front of you didn't care. He just wanted to see you cry, and then he would be sweet and say sorry. Your stepbrother was a monster who cared only for his pleasures and right now his pleasures were hurting you. He wanted his mother's attention to himself; that's where this hate stemmed from.

He called you names, and suddenly started goading you about your mother, who'd left you. Childish for a twenty year old man, but suddenly the tears trickled down your cheeks. He left you alone, finally.

It was hopeless to argue with him, you never won. Even with Gilbert on your side in life you were still going to cry.

They only hit until you cry

After that you don't ask why

You just don't argue anymore

Gilbert saw you the next morning. "Fraulein! Are you alright? What happened to your eye?"

You laughed brightly. "It's me being a klutz. Doorway - again!" He frowned, not entirely believing you, and your face fell a little.

"(Name)…" He was about to say something when you snapped.

"It's none of your business anyway, Gil. I'm fine." You swept past him just wanting to be alone so you could cry a little, so you headed to the park, collapsing onto a bench and letting your body cry until you could barely speak. Everything hurt and you had had enough.

Yes I think I'm okay

I walked into the door again

Well, if you ask that's what I'll say

And it's not your business anyway

I guess I'd like to be alone

With nothing broken, nothing thrown

"Oh, liebling…" Strong arms gathered you up in a hug, and Gilbert shushed you until you were fine.

"You are coming to live with the Awesome Me!" He announced. "I knew. I knew when I saw your brother smiling when you walked away from me. He's been hitting you."

You nodded and hugged him, and Gilbert promised himself then that he was going to protect his little (e/c) (Name), and no one was going to make her cry again.