feel like I went on a limb to right this ha
not something I'd usually write, but I wanted to give it a try.

Prussia's Point of View.
Italics are thoughts.

I really hope it turns out alright.
Genießen Sie. ~

I groaned, as I awoke, slowly opening my eyes to more darkness. My whole body ached with every tiny movement.

'Great, in the closet… again.'

Sadly, I've become accustomed to this.
Our dad, he's been like this ever since our mother died a couple years ago. It's nothing new. It's the same every time. I do something my father doesn't like, he slaps me around, and then I get put in here. He seems to hate everything I do, even when I don't do anything…

How long I'm in here, it really all depends on how pissed my old man is, and I've learned how to assess and take care of any damage done with what I have when needed.

But, I don't really care what happens to me, as long as our old man doesn't hurt my brother or end up going too far and killing me. Not like I would be able to do anything if that happened but, I need to be able to protect Luddy.

He doesn't know about what our dad does to me, und I want to keep it that way. I'm worried what'll happen to him if he did find out.

'What would our dad do?'

I'd thought about moving out, but what if, when I leave here, he starts doing to Ludwig what he does to me? I can't let that happen. I'm the older brother, and I'll protect mein kleine bruder.

I'll protect him with my life…

I slowly started to move, checking over myself for any wounds. 'Just a couple of bruises and scrapes. Nothing too serious.'

Then the door started to open.

"Get the hell out of here. I don't want you near me."

'Such kind words old man…' I thought bitterly.

I didn't respond verbally, for the fear of making him even angrier than he already was. So I just obeyed, grabbed my jacket, and left.

I didn't go far. I only went to the curb and sat down. I decided I would wait for Ludwig to get home.

I rested my head against my hands, and I winced from a sudden pain on the side of my face.

'Scheisse… a bruise on my face? How did I miss that? How the hell am I gunna hide that from Luddy? Verdammt…"

"Hey Gil!"
'Crap…' I thought. My hand went to cover my face automatically.

"H-Hey Luddy." I laughed weakly.

He gave me a weird look. "Why are you covering your face with your hand?" he asked confused.
"O-Oh n-no reason!" I laughed weakly again.

And after a short struggle, he moved my hand, eyes growing slightly wider. "Gil? How did that happen?"

I panicked. "Uh… I uh… tripped? Y-Yeah, und I uhm… fell… face first into a table."

He didn't look like he bought it, but he thankfully didn't press it any longer.

"Oh… well you should put some ice on it or something bruder."

I nodded slowly, "Okay, I will."

"Oi, Ludwig! Go to the store and buy some more wurst, we're out!" our dad yelled.

The market is practically next door.

"Okay!" he yelled back. "I'll be back bruder."

"See ya." I decided I would head back into the house.
As I walked in, my dad saw me and said, "Oi boy, who said you could come back in? You're not welcome here."

"Oh, so I'm not allowed into our house now? I do live here."

"Oh, got some confidence did ya? We don't want you here. Not me, not your bruder, und Your mother didn't want you here when she was alive."

I just stared down at the floor. Anywhere but at him.

"Nothing to say now?" he continued, "Gil, you better look at me when I'm talking to you."

I slowly looked up.

'Wow… he hasn't hit me yet…and sometimes I think he just says things to hurt me… true or not.'

"You know, you shouldn't be hanging around your bruder so much, if at all. You're a bad influence on him. You might rub some of your failure off onto to him. That's not good for him; he doesn't need that around him. He's just simply better than you, you know."

"I know." I replied quietly.

"Do you? I don't think you do." He spat. "You need to learn your damn place."

I'd had enough. I decided to try and walk away… Bad choice.

"Get your ass back here." He grabbed me by the hair and I went flying across the small living room. I went head first, hitting a night stand hard, and a lamp fell over and broke.

"Look at this fuckin' mess you made. You better clean it up." He continued, "I'm heading to the bar. I can't stand to even look at you anymore." He left slamming the door behind him.

I winced at the loud noise.

I slowly started to push myself up into a sitting position. 'Mein gott… my head…'

I heard the door creak open, thinking my dad was coming back for some reason, but this was the back… door?

I heard a bag drop, and then I heard a voice that definitely wasn't my fathers.

"Gil…" he whispered.

I turned slightly, my eyes widening. 'Schiesse…'

He saw everything… Luddy knows…

TBC
I'm tired… So mistakes I missed may be running rampant.

How was it? Horrible? Train wreck? Was it okay?
Please let me know ha~ I'm curious.