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WARNING: Reader can expect RussPruss and a surprise ending. (not really, but yeah)
SUMMARY: After an unexpected death, Gilbert finds himself struggling to take care of his younger brother, but after meeting a certain Russian all his troubles are forgotten... Or are they? RussPruss
CHAPTER 1
It was snowing when it happened.
It was exactly 4:32 in the morning of December the 31st when he'd received the call that would change his life forever. "Hello?" He'd answered, voice thick with sleep.
"Gilbert? Is that you?" The albino frowned at the sound of that familiar accent.
"What do you want?" He queried, voice flat. "Better yet, how the fuck did you get my number?"
"...It's about Sigmund... He- he got in an accident... his car slipped on sleet and... and... He is- He was in the emergency room..."
Time seemed to stop. He stared ahead, not sure on how to respond. "Where are you..." The question fell out of his mouth. He sat up on his small, dirtied mattress causing the springs to groan as he shifted his position to search the floor for his only pair of jeans. "What hospital is he at?" It was almost like his body was moving on its own accord.
When his step father didn't respond he found himself shaking. "What the fuck, Roma!" He desperately yelled. "Where the fuck is he? Where are they keeping him?!"
It had been five years since the last time he'd seen his father or even heard from him. The long haired blonde had wanted to send him to law school soon after his graduation. He'd even offered him a full ride for a top name ivy league school. Any normal person would have jumped at the offer, but not Gilbert. The idea of sitting in a stuffy suit all day, with a brain full of rules bothered him. He wanted something better, he wanted to become an artist.
When he'd declined the offer and told him his plans for his future Sigmund was disappointed needless to say. Roma had kicked him out of the house the same summer that he'd graduated, he hadn't even given him enough time to properly pack or say his goodbyes. His own father hadn't lifted a finger to stop him and he hadn't even bothered with contacting him through the course of the last couple of years and Gilbert had grown bitter about it.
He had felt abandoned by the one man who'd raised him from birth. He wasn't ready for reality when it hit him. For the first few months he'd camped at the homes of his friends, but they'd all grown tired of him not working and no sooner than a year he was out in the streets.
Right now he was working at a restaurant and he barely made enough to get by. He'd long forgotten his wish to pursue the education of the arts and he'd even forgotten the family that had left him in the dust. Until now.
"Dio mio.. I'm sorry, Gilbert, but... Sigmund is dead."
The phone fell from his hands and his knees gave out with a soft cry. He stared at the wall opposite of him with his mouth agape. He was too shocked for tears, too shocked to even register what his father's Italian lover had said.
BREAK
A/N: I've had this story's plot sitting around my shit for who knows how long. Anyways it's finally being brought to you!
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