Hello~~~ ^^ I'm starting a new story because this has been stuck in my head for a while! Kekekekekeke! :D I got nothing to say except… Enjoy…. So… ENJOY~~~

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia.

OMG! I just thought of something! Okay, so this is about Prussia and tiny Lux, BUT it's PruAus. I kinda don't like the idea of a small kid and a large person having IT or being together soooo this story won't be about it. Not that I wouldn't read it if you're mein Freunde~ ^^

~*~v~*~

The evening was dark as all winter evenings were. Snow fell, landing softly on the ground where pedestrians stepped on and where cars rode on. Gilbert Beilschmidt trudged home, his hands shoved in his pockets and his jacket collar up, covering his pale neck. His hair looked like the snow had just melted its color in it, making it white. His eyes, ruby red, squinted at his surroundings since the only source of light was from the orange street light. His blue jeans were soaked from the amount of snow falling and melting. All Gilbert wanted to do was go home, feed his awesome bird (Gilbird), text Francis and Antonio (his two best friends) for a while, and make sure his boyfriend, Roderich, was safe at home.

But, of course, something must have interfered with Gilbert's plan. If not, what's the point of this story?

As he walked past dark alleyways, he could feel people's—beggars—stares on him, waiting for his guard to be down so that they may take advantage of him. This he was used to. He had to get used to it since he lived in New York City. What he wasn't used to came next: A quiet whimper came from a dark alley on his right.

The albino (yes, he is albino. This explains the white hair and red eyes [DUH!]) stopped in his tracks, listening closely.

"P—please stop." Another whimper was heard followed by a moan.

"Scream, small child," came a raspy voice. "No one will hear ya anyway."

There was a heaving sound and a lot of some other noises as if someone were crying. "D—do not touch m—me th—there! O—or anyv—vhere!" came the soft, childish, voice again.

There was the sound of someone unzipping a zipper. "Ya know ya like it, babe. Just stay still while I get mah junk inta yar small puckered hole A/N: O. M .G.! EW~~~ I cannot believe I just wrote that! O.O"

There was a gasp and a lot of clattering, Gilbert guessed the kid was trying to get away. And Gilbert… All he could do was stand there in shock and listen as a kid was probably getting raped.

"I v—vill scream, nng!" the accented voice came again, trying to sound brave, but wavering and breaking in fear.

"Then do. I'd love ta hear ya voice."

Gilbert bit his lip. He wasn't sure if he should go and save the child. He was unarmed and he didn't know if the man had some kind of gun in his possession (that would be so unawesome if he, the King of Awesome, got shot). Besides, this kind of stuff happens everyday in NYC… Right?

A scream tore Gilbert from his thoughts and he jumped. His red eyes looked around frantically, wondering if anybody had heard and would come running, but his surroundings stayed dark and quiet.

There was silence for a while and Gilbert thought it was over. He was about to move on when a series of 'stops', 'please', and 'it hurts' were heard.

…

Guess I am going to be an Alfred (an American boy who always thinks he's the 'Hero', but is faaaar from it)… Only the awesome me vill succeed, Gilbert thought and took his phone out of his pocket, using it as a flash light. Moving into the alley, he called out, "Hey!"

The whimpering got louder the closer he got to the end of the alley, but it sounded muffled so he guessed that the rape-er was covering the victim's mouth. The snow was falling less and less so the ground was muddy and he could hear rats scurrying around.

"Shut da fuck up, fag," the raspy voice hissed to the boy.

"Let go of him now," Gilbert demanded, now close enough to see a very pale looking boy and a dark man who would have blended with his surroundings if it weren't for Gilbert's phone. The pale boy was under the man and the man was straddling his waist.

"Fuck off," the dark man growled. Gilbert could see his pants were down and so were the boy's. His… 'junk' was inside the poor boy who was breathing heavily and staring at Gilbert with wide eyes. The dark man thrust into the boy making him gasp and squirm in surprise.

"I beg your pardon," Gilbert said, using one of his boyfriend's sayings from when he was offended. "Did you just tell the awesome me to 'fuck off'?"

He tried to make himself look big and scary by putting the phone under his chin which wasn't hard since people were already afraid of his albino image. He made sure he could still see the man and boy so they didn't run away.

As expected, the dark man's black, blood-shot eyes widened and he quickly pulled out of the boy, releasing his hips. The boy's hips fell limply on the muddy ground as the rest of his body was. His meat was long, thick, and just as dark as him. And ugly. Very ugly. He pulled his pants before pointing at Gilbert. "Th—the Devil! He roams the Earth!" And with that, he raced out of the alley screaming.

Gilbert watched as the man's dark shadow move away, clicking a random button on his phone to keep the light going. He then turned to the boy who was slowly sitting up.

"Are you okay?" Gilbert asked, taking a step closer to the boy.

The boy bit his lip, nodding, but tears slipped out of his eyes. Gilbert took another step closer to him, crouching down next to him. This close, he noticed the boy's eyes were a light green color and his hair a dirty blonde; more brown than blonde. His skin was extremely pale and Gilbert inferred that the boy had been in the cold a long time.

The boy was wearing a large green T-shirt that hung loosely over his body. His jeans, still at his ankles, were a light blue dirtied from being raped on the muddy floor of the alley. His legs, Gilbert couldn't help noticing, were extremely pale and skinny, his knees looking large and misplaced. He was also wearing small red sneakers with little, once-white stars on the side. Every single article of clothing on the boy was dirtied.

"H—hey, do not cry. It is totally unawesome vhen people cry." Gilbert put a hand on the boy's shoulder, feeling him tense up, but quickly relax and cry louder.

Gilbert, not sure of what to do, decided to comfort the boy as he comforted Roderich when he was sad.

After pulling the boy's boxers and pants up with ease, Gilbert pulled the boy into his lap. He hugged his small shoulders and rubbing his back.

He cannot be any older than three, maybe even younger, he so small.

About fifteen minutes later, the boy's cries became nothing but sniffles and hiccups here and there. No snow fell in the alley, but Gilbert could see that it had let down.

Gilbert cleared his throat, deciding maybe it was time to ask the boy some questions. He felt him tense up.

"Do not cry again," Gilbert began, uneasily, "but I do have some questions for you that you may or may not be comfortable answering."

The boy nodded uncertainly.

"First, vhat is your name?" Gilbert winced at how demanding he sounded. He tried to sound more laid-back by adding, "I cannot keep calling you 'the boy' in my head."

Bingo.

The boy giggled softly. "L—Lux. Lux Klein."

Gilbert nodded. "How old are you?"

"Fünf. Ich bin fünf Jahre alt," Lux answered, shifting so that his head lay in the crook of Gilbert's neck.

Gilbert's arms tightened around the small brunette's bony shoulders, cursing the dark man into the deepest pits of Hell for taking advantage of a child so small and innocent. "Lux, vhere are you from? You speak German, right?"

"Ja, ich spreche Deutsch—"

"Ich spreche auch deutsch."

Lux smiled before continuing. "—and I come from Luxemburg."

"Vhy are you alone? Vhere is your family?"

There was silence, and then Lux sniffled, his arms tightening around Gilbert's neck. "The—they… They… Left me." And he began to cry again.

"Shh, shh." Gilbert soothed, jiggling Lux up and down. He stood, still trying to calm down the brunette. "Be quiet for a second, Luxxy." Lux nodded, quieting and sticking a thumb in his mouth, sucking on it. "Okay—oh Gott, Lux. Do not do that. It is disgusting." Gilbert pulled Lux's thumb from his mouth. "Anyvay, let us go to my apartment and ve shall see vhat happens from there, ja?"

Lux hiccupped. "J—ja," he responded,and when Gilbert wasn't looking, snuck his finger back in his mouth.

~*~v~*~

The minute Gilbert and Lux walked into Gilbert's apartment, a hot blast of air hit their faces. Two pink dots appeared on Lux's cheeks.

"Es ist heiβ…" he murmured.

Gilbert nodded, feeling relieved about the color Lux had re-gained.

Lux wiggled in Gilbert's grip as Gilbert closed and locked the door. "It is too hot~!" he cried, shaking his head. His dirty-blonde locks hit his face softly. "Too hot~! I vanna go back outside!"

Gilbert struggled to keep hold of Lux. "Calm down, Luxxy. I vill make it colder in a sec, okay?"

Immediately, Lux calmed down. "Mkay!"

Gilbert flipped on the lights (because all of this had been taking place right by the door) and was greeted by his boring living room. There was a brown couch in the corner, a coffee table in front of it, and a T. V. in front of that. There were a couple pictures on the walls and on the coffee table. Most were of his friends Francis and Antonio, a couple were of Roderich and himself, a few of his brother and his boyfriend, Feliciano, and there was one of the whole family.

Lux seemed excited by the pictures and began wriggling in Gilbert's grip again. "Can I see? Please?"

Gilbert nodded, putting the child on the ground. He quickly turned the heater off (before he forgot) so that Lux wouldn't throw another… Tantrum? Would that be considered a tantrum? Honestly, Gilbert had no fucking clue. Nor could he care… He just wanted to keep Lux from crying.

He watched as Lux became engaged in looking at pictures of Francis, Antonio, Roderich, and Ludwig and Feliciano. Then, as he moved around the room, he came across the family picture that hung on the wall. Lux bit his lip, staring up (UP!) at the picture. Considering it was a family picture, Ludwig, Gilbert and their father, Alfher were all in it.

In the picture, Gilbert was giving the camera a very naughty number one sign, his arm slung over Ludwig's shoulder. Ludwig himself looked exactly like his father (same blonde hair, same blue eyes, same pale skin etc.), except his hair was way shorter. He was giving the camera a small smile while Alfher was just staring at the camera. The person taking the picture was Alfher's boyfriend, Roma.

"Wer ist das?" Lux asked, pointing up at the picture.

Gilbert smiled slightly. He walked over to the picture and stared warmly at it. "Das ist mein Familie."

Lux reached for it, but considering his shortness, he failed miserably. "Hilfe, bitte?"

Gilbert lifted him and Lux grinned pointing at the albino in the picture. "Preuβen!" he cried out gleefully, kicking his legs a bit. He giggled and 'Preuβen' smiled.

~*~v~*~

Gilbert sighed. He had gotten Lux to bed after three glasses of warm milk and a story. The five-year old was sleeping in the only other room, besides the living room, the bathroom, and the kitchen, on Gilbert's bed. It was 23:09 and he was exhausted.

He plopped down on his couch, sighing, and checked his phone. He had fifteen messages from both Antonio and Francis and ten missed calls from Roderich.

He smiled slightly, immediately speed-dialing Roderich.

After the first ring, Roderich picked up.

"Hallo, Prinzessin," Gilbert greeted, tiredly.

"Vhy did you not answer your phone?" Roderich demanded, skipping the 'hello's'.

"Vell… Funny story actually… Are you free, like, right now?"

There was a pause, then Roderich answered, his voice soft and almost child-like, "J—ja…"

Then it was Gilbert's turn to pause. "Do not jump to conclusions, Roderich. I just vant to show you rather than tell you vhy I did not answer my phone. And hopefully… You vill help your totally awesome boyfriend."

"Mmm… Okay. Do you vant me to go to your house, now?"

"Mm-hmm!" Gilbert smiled. "Ich liebe dich, Roderich. I vould never break up vith you. How could you think so?"

There was silence. "E—es tut mir leid, Gilbert..."

Gilbert smiled at his lover's stuttering and sweet apology. "It is okay, love."

"I vill be there in zwanzig minute."

~*~v~*~

Gilbert paced in the living room, pulling at his white hair. He couldn't take care of the child. He barely made enough money to pay the rent and now with an extra mouth to feed… Would it be kidnapping if he just took the child from the street? And how the hell did Lux get from Luxembourg to America? It was all a mystery really… Lux was only five years old. There was no way the flight attendant could have let him get on the plane without an adult…

The sound of someone knocking on the door tore Gilbert from his thoughts. He hurried to the door, not wanting the sound to wake up Lux (putting him to sleep a real pain in the ass).

He swung the door open to come face-to-face with his boyfriend. Roderich was wearing jeans a button-down shirt. His aura was refined as usual, but when he was with Gilbert, he usually was reckless.

"Hallo," Roderick greeted quietly.

Gilbert grinned, snaking an arm around Roderich's waist. "Hallo Prinzessin."

Roderich blushed and placed a quick kiss on Gilbert's lips. He opened his mouth to say something, but a soft voice from behind Gilbert made him stop:

"Preuβen? Wer ist das?"

Roderich peered over Gilbert's shoulder to see Lux standing there, holding the white sheets from the bed in one hand and rubbing his eye with the other.

Gilbert smiled, sheepishly. "Roderich meet Lux. Lux, this is Roderich."

Lux smiled sleepily. "Who is Mama?"

Gilbert pointed at Roderich, who stared at the finger. "I beg your pardon?"

Gilbert grinned. "If I do recall, it is called PruAus, not AusPru."

"That… Is an anime, you idiot."

"So?"

"So that means I can top if I vant to."

"Uh-huh… Sure…"

Lux watched as the couple bickered back and forth. He was trying to come up with a name for the Roderich man. Maybe… Maybe Österreich… The man seemed to be from Austria. I think…

"Um… Excuse me…"

Gilbert and Roderich looked at Lux.

"Ja?" Gilbert asked, kneeling down and picking up the Luxembourgish boy.

"I vant more Milch." He smiled sheepishly. "Bitte?"

Gilbert smiled and beckoned Roderich into the apartment. "Okay."

~*~v~*~

And so begins PruAus' and Lux's little life~ ^^ I tried to make it long, but, I got tired towards the end… -.-" Love you all! ^3^

Please R&R

~Antonio

TBC