Hahahahaha~ Ohh, I am going to be killed for this. xD

Alrighty, I totally understand that I need to finish my two shot and get back to working on my large story…but I keep being attacked by flying mint plot bunnies! And they're asking for PrUK! So what can I do, except obey?

This chapter is a prologue from both sides, just so everyone will be abel to understand what happens in later chapters. I love writing angst so much! /shototodeath.


He had been playing football, it was called soccer here in America though, when it happened. He had gotten hit in the head with a "soccerball". The last thing he remembered was falling towards the ground in slow motion, his younger brother running towards him yelling "Bruder" at the top of his lungs. Then everything had gone black.

The albino awoke to electronic beeping and a woman calling for some doctor over the radio. He'd been to this place enough to realize it was the local hospital. Groaning, he tried to sit up, only to find tubes connecting to his arms and chest, making movement uncomfortable to say the least. "Was zur Höle?"

Outside the door to...his room? He guessed it was since there were no other beds in there, even though it could easily fit at least two other patients. He heard his parents speaking feverishly, his mother in broken english, his father in fluent but thickly germanic accented english to a doctor.

All of a sudden he coughed harshly and felt something warm and wet cover his hand. Staring down groggily he identified the crimson substance with little difficulty. One of the machines began to beep sporatically as he found himself drifting out of conciousness again.

The piercing blue eyes of Ludwig, his adorable if not stiff little brother helped him cling to the waking world, though it was a struggle to not fall back asleep.

"Bruhder…" The words were a whisper and to tell the truth, it scared Gilbert shitless. Ludwig was not very often emotional and this softness was definitely pointing towards some serious issue.

"Yeah? What's wrong, West? Worried 'cause your awesome Big Bro is outta the house?" His reply was hollow, nowhere near as cocky and confident as it usually was. But then again, he HAD just thrown up blood, so he had a feeling no one would question his unawesomeness.

The middle schooler simply shook his head, tears close to forming in his eyes.

"Ludwig." A commanding voice called out, apparently the doctor had finished talking to the Beilshmidt couple, because thehead of the household was staring sternly at the younger son.

"We need you to go get your brother some food. He must be starving."

The boy simply nodded, knowing better than to argue with his father on matters. Once he had left the room both of the adults smiled towards their elder son and came closer to him.

"Umm…honey?" His mother began tentatively. This just meant the shit was about to hit the fan, his mother was always hyper-active, Gilbert had gotten most of his personality from her for sure. "There seems to have been…an issue."

"What? Did I get a concussion?" The red-eyed boy knew it was nothing so simple, from the way his parents both stiffened.

"Nein. Son…you have Hermansky–Pudlak syndrome."

Then everything came crashing down.


It was sunny for once, the irony of which never passed Arthur. Why was it like the world was cheering his disappearance? It had rained for days on end, days of him being holed up in the shitty little hellhole he was supposed to call home. So why did it finally decide to clear up when he had decided to make his move? It was a bitter irony indeed, making the teen's lips curl in a sinister smile.

He knew his plan was best, that it would make everyone else's situation better. He really wished only his little brother would benefit from this, but having one less body in the house would make things easier on everyone.

He wondered dryly if there was any other way of fixing this. If he could get Peter a better life without involving him in any bloodshed. Of course, this was pure speculation at this point, since he had already taken the pills half an hour ago. His mind was finally beginning to go blissfully numb, his nervous system slowing as he slowly fell forward against the table.

On the table beside him was a small note, explaining that his death was in no way an accident, that sadly, his elder brothers had nothing to do with it(although he would love if they got jail time for negligence), and that he was happy with dying, knowing that Peter could get money for a higher education. There were also a few words specifically to the youngest of the Kirkland household, telling him to be strong, that none of this was his fault, and that yes, he could finally have Arthur's room.

He was about to enter the darkness when, to his dissatisfaction, a neighbor walked in and found the blonde boy going through cardiac arrest.

He had already passed out by this time, but paramedics rushed over and took the adolescent to the local hospital.

He woke up the next day, aghast by the fact that his heart was still beating. From there, he proceeded to cuss out the staff and and attempt to jump out the second story window.


Ahhahaha~

I suck at Gilbert, I apologize for this. He is really pretty OOC this chapter, but I have a feeling he'll be returning to a more normal state in the next chapter…or maybe later then that. Who knows?

Alrighty, first off, the disease Gilbert has is real. It's a disease that albinos can get. And it's life threatening. I did a bit of research and plan on doing more for later chapters.

Secondly! What's happening to Arthur and Gilbert isn't happening at the same time. Gilbert, you'll find out more in the next chapter, has been in the hospital for a few months by the time Arthur tries to commit suicide.
As for the drug Arthur uses…I have no idea. I just made that bit up.

But for those wondering still, yes, this will be a romantic series between these two.

Comments and reviews are absolute love~