The little ginger headed boy entered his oldest brothers' room.
"Klaus... Viktor... Do you wanna play Trojans?"
But the twenty one year old twins just ignored him.
The sun glinted off their red curly locks, that the southern isles children inherited from their father, he died in the war when Hans was two. Their mother had been bitter to the twelve children ever since...
The twins got up, and left the room, gently brushing by Hans like he wasn't there.
He sniffled.
"What did I ever do to you?" He whispered as tears welled up in his jade green eyes.
He went to his room with his toy horse and hid in the curtains.
"No one cares about you..." He thought, "not even your mother loves you..."
