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"Gilbert! Don't vake her up dummkopf!" Your eyes flickered as you heard a hushed yet angered voice fade into a whisper. As your stirred, you felt a hand once again slip into your hair, which you noticed was now dry. The hand calmed you like it had in the rain, but you still whimpered, unable to stop yourself. The voice began to whisper again now towards you as your (e/c) eyes continued to flicker open, revealing the blonde and white haired men from the night in the rain. Your lithe body twitched as your shaking (s/c) hand automatically moved towards the blond man's open shirt, your tiny fingers clasped onto the fabric, tightening when the figure moved backwards from the abrupt action. A button popped off, hitting the red eyed man on the forehead, just as your eyes began to take in what was around you, the red eyed man grunted and fell onto his behind from his previous crouching position.

"That was very unawesome Ludvig!" You watched with sleepy wonder as the blonde, you who now guessed was called Ludvig, brushed your (h/c) strands of hair out of your eyes and lifted you off the bed you had been laying on, a (colour) blanket slipping off your body back onto where you had laid . He paused as you began to squirm uncomfortably, tears welling up in your (e/c) orbs. You stuggled in the blue eyed man's arms, not liking the sudden movement and tightness of his hold, a cry escaped you as you continued to squirm.

"Ludvig! What are you doing!" The red eyed man questioned the staring blonde who had frozen, mid-lift, as he had started to pick you up. Hands slipped undernearth your boney armpits, lifting your from Ludvig's arms and back onto the bed, you sat with your knees each side of you and your bottom placed between them. You noticed a pool of material appeared beneath you, in curiousity, you tilted your head before peering down at yourself. A (fav/c), male shirt swamped your body, pooling at your knees onto the bed, like a ripple on water. A shakey (s/c) hair grabbed a piece of the shirt from between your knees, lifting it slightly, as if inspecting it, your body leaned forward, sniffing the material and rubbing it gently against your cheek, before you fell forward onto the bed, knees curling up to your chest. You brought the loose material to your cheek, snuggling it as your eyes stared up at the two men who stared back in unknowing awe.

The red eyed man bent back down to your level, tilting his head and smirking.

"Ha! Ludvig, she likes your shirt!" He turned towards Ludvig, grinning before earning a small smack to the back of the head. "Vhat? I'm just pointing out zhat das klein kind likes vhat you put on her! Alzho, I do zhink zhat my choice of shirt vas much more awesome!" He pointed his thumb behind his back, which you followed, to see a black shirt with small yellow birds making a 'P' shape and a 'G' shape on the front. When the red eyed man turned back to you, he noticed your interest in the shirt, grinning even more he stood, jogging over to get the shirt and brought it back to you. Your (e/c) eyes widened as the man brought what has gained your focus towards you, he lifted you head, whispering an apology of 'sorry' as you began to squirm from the touch, and placed the shirt underneath your head like a pillow.

The corners of your (lip/tone) lips twitched up slightly at the man's actions, you relaxed greatly. Relishing in the new comfort of the new shirt. Your eyes flicked between the two men again, as if asking questions.

"Gilbert? Vhat exactly vas your plan for her?" You watched as Ludvig questioned the man you now knew as Gilbert. "Vhat are ve going to do? She's so small..." His sharp blue eyes turned to you as he bent down next to Gilbert, sliding a hand into your hair once again. You didn't flinch, instead your watery, (e/c) eyes stared into his, in curiosity you opened your mouth, attempting to speak. Both the men flinched as a squeak emmintated from your mouth instead of words. You stared forwards, confused, before leaning your head forward, still laying it on your hands, and tried to speak again.

"L-L-L-Lud-Ludv-v-vig..." A soft voice came out of you, with your (country's/language) accent the name sounded weird, you shook a little whilst saying his name, worried you'd say it wrong. He supressed a laugh while Gilbert full on laughed, not noticing small prickles of tears in your eyes.

"G-G-Gilber-t?" You leaned forward, a bandaged hand reaching towards the white haired man, you noticed the bandage and your eyes widened in shock. You lifted yourself up abruptly and fell forward, stands of (h/c) hair falling over your eyes, just blocking your view of Gilbert grabbing you before you fell off the bed. You felt arms slip around your body, once again lifting you backwards.

"Kesesese, be careful there klein kind, ve don't vant to hurting yourself even more." He lifted your hand which you only just took into context. Your six year old brain realised how hurt it was, as you saw a small spot of blood on the palm of the bandage.

Ludvig put a hand on your shoulder, you turned towards him. "Ja, ve don't vant you getting even more hurt. You'll be kept here, I mean, you'll be...Bruder?" He paused for a couple of seconds before straightening himself up, appearing to be annoyed at himself for not being able to talk to you properly. Gilbert sighed and a small grin appeared on his face. You heard him mumble something about his suprise at Ludvig not being able to talk to a child when he'd looked after Italy for so long. You raised your head of the shirt and tilted it at the unknown persons name, you recognised it, but wasn't quite sure why. Gilbert laughed to get your attention back to him.

"What mein bruder is try so say liebchen, is zhat zhe awesome me and him, are going to look after you!" He laughed again to himself before standing up next to his brother. "You'll stay here vith us, but ve do need to know some things about you first!" You nodded, falling back onto to makeshift pillow.

"Vhat is your name liebchen? Und how old are you?"

"(First N-Name) (Last Name)." You looked down at your hands, releasing your hold on the shirt and counted with your fingers you age, slowly raising your fingers until there were six up. "I'm s-six." Ludvig's lips twitched a little into a smile, before he realised and set his face back to the stoney one it had been before. The red-eyed man grinned again, you wondered how happy he could really be, leaning down towards you.

"Vell, (First Name), velcome to zhe awesome German household! Coutesy of zhe awesome me of course!" For the first time since they'd found you, they say the corners of your lips lift into a soft smile. Your (e/c) eyes lightened with happiness, in realisation of your new home.

The silence after was broken by your stomach growling incredibly loudly. You blushed and your eyes widened as you looked down. Ludvig looked at you before turning towards the door.

"Bruder, vhy don't ve get her some Vurst?"

TBC

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