First chapter.
I tried to keep mistakes at a minimum. Sorry if there is the occasional grammer mistake.
Warnings: child abuse, cutting, PruCan though the last one is not a bad thing.
I'm thinking of adding slight GerIta. Sorry if I made the characters very slight OOC.
I don't own Hetalia, sadly.
Chapter 1: We met in art. I scared him.
(Gilberts POV)
The next morning I woke up to an obnoxious rapid banging on the front door. Anyone in this house going to get the door… I guess not. Groaning I crawl off of the couch and slink to the door.
Getting annoyed by the banging I throw open the door angrily saying "Awesome here. Vho are you?"
"Ve~ Feliciano, but you can call me Feli. You must be Luddy's brother. I'm one of his friends." he said happily. The person in front of me was a brunette with a curl poking out of his hair with the widest grin I've ever seen.
"Luddy?" I looked at him. "You call Ludwig, Luddy?"
Feliciano nodded enthusiastically. "Luddy is very nice."
"OK, vhatever you say."
"Can I come in?" he asks.
I looked him in the eyes. "I barely know you. Vhy should I let you in?"
Behind me a voice scolds me. "Gilbert let him in."
I turn around. "Oh, Ludwig vhat a nice surprise." I say sarcastically. He was over six feet tall, about half a head taller than me even though I was the eldest. He still had his blond hair and cold eyes and muscled stature. He is what I had expected. Ludwig looked like a younger version of grandpa.
"Ve~ Luddy!" Feliciano squealed while running passed me to hug Ludwig. I looked questionably at this making sure 'Luddy' saw my expression.
"Feli vill you get off of me" he asks Feliciano. Then pushes away the brunette.
"But Luddy you're my friend" His eyes glimmer at Ludwig.
"Let me guess he is kind of over touchy feely?" I direct the question to Ludwig. He nods. "One of my friends was like that his name was Alfred."
"Really" he asks. I nod.
"He also saw himself as a 'hero'."
"You guys school is about to start." Feli pipes in.
Shit. I look at the clock to notice we had fifteen minutes to get to school and had no car.
We ran to Courtney High. The entire three miles. Except for Feliciano. He can't run very far and gave out half way through and Ludwig had to carry him the rest of the way.
Looming in front of me were tall iron gates wide open revealing a beautiful building. Three stories of brick sculptured to look dominating. Gargoyle statues stood on either side of the large doors leading inside. The steps were made out of white marble. Inside large lockers and classrooms were lined up along the hallway. The floor was covered in emerald green tile.
This is a public school? Still, An awesome school for an awesome me and I haven't gone to class yet. Shit. Class. I had been too absorbed and slowed down. Ludwig had disappeared from sight. Luckily looking at my time table my first class was near the entrance of the school. I barely made it there before the late bell. (If your wondering how Ludwig and I ran three miles in fifteen minutes, we have German blood and are just awesome like that.)
I was immediately greeted by an old teacher with black hair. She wore a purple dress and had a menacing glare. She obviously didn't like me by a certain glint in her eyes.
"Hello I'm Ms. Crebberty." she spoke like she was pissed. She looked like it.
"Hallo" I spoke simply annoyed by her tone to me.
"Next time you better be here quicker to my class young man. I hate tardiness. And what the heck is on your head? Is that a bird?"
I shrugged her off. "Yes it's Gilbird. Now vhere do I sit."
"You're the new student. Gilbert Beilschmidt." she read off a chart ."Take the seat in the back and get rid of that thing."
"That 'thing' is a he." I said just to piss her off while walking to the back seat.
Sitting down I gently take Gilbird off of my head -smoothing down the nest of hair he ruffled up- and slid him into my pocket, where he began to get comfortable. I loved the small yellow bird.
"I had your brother last year" The teacher who I decided I would call Ms. Crabby stated. "He was more well mannered."
"Like I care."
She obviously hated my attitude. To hell with her. She can suck my balls for all I care. Bitch. And I know I'm judgmental. Deal with it!
The grueling horror that was science finally ended. Too many equations there. Since when did science involve math? Whatever.
Art next. YES! I love art. I have anger problems and drawing keeps my mind clear and all that stuff. I'm awesome like that and German. I'm actually half German the other half Prussian. No one knows about Prussia anymore and if they do, they don't care. My brother is full German. Don't get German and Prussian confused. We had different moms. I'm older. Though I don't look it.
After about three minutes of going this over in my head and getting very lost and back-tracking in the large school, (because I'm too awesome to ask for directions.) I arrived at art.
In art the teacher put me in the back to wait for the other person that sat there. Everyone had to sit at a two person table with a partner. I was just imagining what kind of partner I would have. The teacher said my partners name was Matthew. I hope it's someone hot. Boy or girl. (I've met plenty of girls with guy names.) I'm not picky, just too awesome to be straight or gay, so I'm bi. Just clearing that up. Don't judge me.
I watch the door and some more students join the class followed by Feli and a boy that looks exactly like him except for slightly darker hair, with his curl on the other side of his head, and his lips pursed in annoyance. He was being dragged in by Feli.
"Hi Gilly!" Feliciano shouted waving happily and coming over to me.
"Gilly?" Questioned the boy he was dragging.
"That's not my name Feli. It's Gilbert." I corrected "And vho is this?"
"This is Lovino, my older brother!" Feliciano grinned. "He's kinda mean sometimes though."
"Why'd you drag me over to this asswipe?" Lovino sneered.
"He's Luddy's brother." The younger of the two cheered happily, ignoring the cuss word Lovino had said.
"This is Ludwig's younger brother? They look nothing alike." Lovino stated.
Slightly annoyed at him for thinking I was younger I corrected him, making sure venom dripped from my voice. "Bruder is the younger one."
"Really." He laughed. "He's like a head taller than you."
"Feli you might vanna get him away from me before I do something I von't regret." I say, shooting Lovino icy glares.
"Good idea." Feli dragged away his brother to their seats.
"Yeah really funny Lovi~" I called in a sing-song voice to annoy him. He stopped laughing and growled back. He obviously hated the nick-name.
I smiled at my accomplishment and glued my eyes to the door again. Many other kids came in, but no one sat next to me. When I though everyone had come in a final boy drifted through the door. He had messy blond hair with a single long curl sticking out of the mess and was my age. He wore a ratty baby blue sweatshirt with a hood and jeans way to big for him, but he kept them held up by a thick rope. Clasped in his arms was a stuffed bear and the creepiest thing was large bags hung under his eyes making it obvious he doesn't get that much sleep. Hell. It looks like he doesn't sleep at all. Lastly around his neck he wore a bronze maple leaf.
Also. Guess what. He sat down in the seat next to me. I decided to be nice for once, because I can be nice. And he looked depressed and kinda cute.
"Hallo. Your Maddhew?" I ask nicely, but my German accent tripped over his name. My voice caught him off guard and he jumped in his seat. Then shakily he looked at me and nodded.
"Uh… Vhat's up. Are you okay."
He nodded again.
Looking into his eyes I could tell he wasn't alright. Also somehow he looked familiar.
"Do I know you?"
He shook his head.
This boy hadn't spoken a word to me. A question popped in my head.
"Can you speak?"
He nodded.
"You choose not to, don't you."
He nodded again. I noticed Matthew had started to grip his bear harder.
I chuckled. "You don't have to be afraid of me. I don't hurt people unless they piss me off."
This seemed to startle him even more.
I sighed. "OK. Lets start over. Hi I'm Gilbert." I gave him a smile.
His eyes went wide.
"Shit" I cursed. I had forgotten my teeth are unnaturally sharper than a normal persons, especially my canines and smiling at this guy made him grip his bear even tighter to his chest and bite his lip in fear.
"Trust me I von't hurt you. Also I don't intend to."
This didn't seem to help my case.
"I'll stop talking now. It only seems to freak you out more."
(Matthew's POV)
He scares the maple out of me.
He is sitting right next to me. His name was Gilbert and I could only think of ways he could kill me. In my eyes he looked very homicidal. He had silver hair, sharp teeth, and red -like the color red not red as in crying- eyes. Not to mention His clothes were even frightening. Connected to the top of his jeans were chains that freaked me out remembering past memories I'd had with chains. A red hoody covered his plain black tee and a thick chain with an iron cross hung around his neck down to the middle of his torso.
He might try to slaughter me, or slit my neck when I'm not looking, or eat my flesh with his sharp teeth. No guy that looks like that can just be nice. He also mentioned how he hurt people that make him mad. I don't wanna make him mad. People get mad at me for random reasons. I don't want to die.
Another thing that caught me off guard was unlike most people he asked me if I could talk and then if I chose not to. Usually the people that talked to me would get mad at me for not speaking. They never even asked if I could speak or if I wanted to. They would just get agitated at me and abuse me to try to get me to speak. Gilbert seemed to just take that I just didn't want to speak and was scared. He stopped talking to give me some room and I was grateful.
I haven't met anyone this nice since I was six, before I went mute. The only one that ever liked me was my brother. He promised he would find me. He never did. We were separated at the age of six. People had always never seen me. I was invisible to the world. The only ones who see me are the ones that want to hurt me.
I was snapped out of my thoughts when the teacher started explaining what we would be doing today in class. Our view of the world. The way we saw the world as it is right now. We could use paints, watercolors, colored pencils, pastels, and whatever else we wanted to use.
Immediately I knew what I wanted to do. Grabbing the watercolors I began to form my vision. By the very end of class my painting is finished.
Remembering someone was sitting on my left, curiosity gripped me in it's hands. I was taught not to be curious, but Gilbert's painting could help me size up what he might do to me. Looking over I saw the most dreadful thing.
On Gilbert's paper he had drawn the entire thing in pencil. The picture was of a ruined city. Flames scoured the buildings and it was raining blood onto the streets. Many of the buildings had broken windows. The people were zombies with flesh falling off of their bodies. They seemed to be fighting each other. Bodies littered the road that had been made to look as if it had been hacked by a chainsaw. Graffiti of dark colors scattered the place. In the very center of the street a black hole appeared to be sucking in the city. I never knew there could be that many shades of gray. At the very bottom of the menacing picture a single script read: What had become of our dear life? Does anyone care anymore?
By just a glance I know those words will haunt me for a long time.
(Gilberts POV)
The way we saw the world.
I saw it as run down and deceased. To me the world has fallen apart. There are too many wars and politics makes it worse.
When I was done I looked over my awesome masterpiece. Perfect as always. I saw Matthew looking at my picture with a horrified expression. He gets scared too easily. Why?
Looking at his picture it seemed he was skilled with watercolors. His picture showed a black sea. Under the sea a faceless angel was sinking, one arm desperately reaching for the surface made of white light. The angel was slowly being consumed by darkness as flames grabbed him. Not even angels belong here. was written in bloody letters at the top.
This is how he saw the world. Everyone is entitled to their own opinion.
The bell rang. On my way out I handed the teacher my picture -receiving a strange look- and left for my next class. The rest of the morning went like this; Boring classes that I'm too awesome for leading up to lunch. Lunch. I'm starving.
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Translations-
Bruder:(German) brother