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Ch 2: Wolves or Angry Hungary?

It was a cold night at the German household. Germany, as usual, was training in the garage while Prussia was enjoying annoying him. Just before the german could snap and strangle the albino, the phone began ringing. Grateful for a reason to ignore his brother, Ludwig picked up the phone.

"Hello?"

"Good evening Germany,"

"Austria? What are you doing calling? Do you know what time it is?"

"Sorry but I need your help. Can you come here in the morning?"

"why?"

"I'll explain later. HUNGARY! DO NOT PUT HIM IN THERE!" The call was ended there as Germany stared at the phone. As if his life wasn't weird enough.

(Next morning at Austria's)

"I don't understand why Austria can't handle his own problems!"

"He sounded like he had unwanted visitor and with his...inabilities, it would make sense why he couldn't take care of it himself,"

Germany knocked lightly on the door and was met with Austria a few minutes later.

"Good, you're here Ludwig. But did you need Prussia for this?"

"And what exactly is this, young master?" The albino snickered as the violet eyed man started to fume.

"Hungary found something last night as is bent on keeping him,"

"Him? You want us to help you get rid of some stray dog Hungary found?"

"It isn't a dog Ludwig. Follow me,"

The men strolled down to the living room where they were met with surprising sight. A boy with dark hair, much like Austria's, ghostly pale skin, and covered with bandages was unconscious on the couch. The German brothers looked to the Austrian.

"Hungary found him last night in the garbage. We think he was camping in the woods nearby, got separated from his family, and was attacked by some animal, wolves or a bear perhaps,"

"He is not in the best of shape. You called a doctor didn't you?" Ludwig asked, examining the injuries.

"Of course I did! He was over earlier and said the boy just needed some rest and the injures to be cleaned out and the gauze changed once in a while,"

"How long has he been asleep?" Prussia, growing genuinely curious for once. Hungary stepped in, carrying medical supplies.

" He's been like that this entire time. The doctor said he should be waking up soon. Now out with you! I need to change his gauzes!" surprisingly, Hungary was quite aggressive as she threw them out, even resorting to bringing out her frying pan. Austria sighed.

"She's been like that all night. Someone does something wrong to the boy, it's a whack to the head. I just don't understand it," Gilbert laughed.

"I remember something Francis told me. He said that women have this instinct to attack anything that threatens small and cute things, specifically children,"

"For once, he says something intelligent," Germany groaned.

"In any event, Hungary is set on keeping him here. I cannot be responsible for a child! I have my music to tend to!"

"Relax Roedrich. The boy is bound to have parents somewhere. When he wakes up, we'll just ask him and problem solved," Germany assured him. Suddenly, groaning could be heard from the other room. The 3 men returned to find the young man sitting up and clutching his bandaged head tightly. Taking a better look at him, he was probably around 7 or 8. With his eyes now open, they could see they were a mossy forest green, probable a shade darker than Hungary's.

"Where am I?" The boy muttered, trying to stand. He immediately winced in pain and sat back down. Ludwig walked up to the boy.

"You're not in great shape. I'd take it easy," He relaxed a bit.

"Who are you people and why am I here?" Austria decided to answer.

"I'm Roedrich, this is my home. These are Ludwig and his brother Gilbert. As to why you are here, my friend Elizabeta found you injured in the trash. Are you alright?"

"Some stinging, but I'll be fine," Soon after this Hungary walked back in.

"Oh good! You're awake! I see you've met the boys. I'm Elizabeta," She walked over to him and started undoing the bandages.

"Well the good news is your wounds are healing very quickly. You should be fine in a few days,"

"Thank you," Germany stepped in.

"Well now that that settled, if you give us your parent's phone numbers and we'll tell to pick you up," He groaned.

"If you're gonna call my parents you should have left me in the trash to die,"

"WHAT?!" The adults screamed.

"My folks couldn't care less about me. In fact, they're the reason I'm so beat up right now. Someone had to put that ham in my tent. I would have escaped if it wasn't for the giant she-wolf. Though this isn't the first time they've tried to get rid of me,"

The 4 adults just stood there with their mouths hung wide open. Could there actually be people so cruel they'd literally throw their own child to the wolves. Germany shook his head. Of course there were people like that. There were always people that. He decided to draw the conversation away from the current position.

"We still don't know your name,"

"Don't have one. Jerks never bothered to give me one,"

"how old are you?"

"7 or 8,"

It was a miracle that this boy was acting so calm. It was easy at this point to tell that he had never experience care or a family. Once Elizabeta returned to tending the nameless child's wounds, Roedrich called the other 2 outside.

"I knew he was in bad shape, by I didn't expect his wounds to run psychologically as well, especially for someone so young," Prussia sighed.

"Could've fooled me. The way he talked it sounded like he was 14 or 15, not half that,"

"Now the question remains: what do we do with him?" Germany asked. "We can't just take him back to his parents because sooner or later they will kill him,"

"I suppose we just put him in therapy and foster care,"

"Young master, are you insane?! Foster care is bad enough on its own, but a kid with that many psychological scars would get torn apart!" Hungary suddenly appeared, obviously meaning business.

"Though I hate to admit it, Prussia's right. The system would not be kind to him. He should stay here where he's safe,"

"What!? He's not stay and that is final! I'm sure we can find a family..."

"NO HE IS STAYING WHETHER OR NOT YOU LIKE IT AUSTRIA! THIS MAYBE YOUR HOME BUT I WILL NOT DENY THIS BOY WHAT HE DESERVE AND YOU DON'T LIKE IT YOU HAVE ME TO DEAL WITH FIRST!"

Austria was taken back by this. Hungary had never been so assertive with him, but now he felt like she would rip out his throat at any time. Without even a argument, she walked back inside, obviously the victor.

"What just happened?"

"Young master, you just learned what happens when you mess with maternal feelings of a female. Looks like you have a new little brother,"

"I can't watch him. I couldn't take care of a normal child much less one in his condition!"

"Relax, West and I will take him sometimes during the week,"

"We will do what!?"

"He's strong, I'm sure you could make him a solider. And grow bored with you working all the time. It'll be fun,"

"I guess it would be nice to have a brother who didn't infuriate me every 10 seconds. Very well,"

the 3 men walked back to the boy, who was now clothed in less gauzes. Apparently he healed quickly. Prussia sat next to him.

"So if you're going to live with us, you need a name,"

"what?" Austria came forward.

"This is now your home, so you'll need a name,"

"How about Link? It's strong, it's sturdier, and it's tough!"

"brother were you playing the Legend of Zelda before coming here?"

"...maybe,"

Everyone laughed, including the newly named Link. He guesses he could get used to a crazy family over an abusive one.