AN: So here's a little Hanschen/Ernst for you. Feel free to request one with a specific character, I don't mind.
2. Love
"ERNST!" Thea hollered up the stairs, "YOUR DREADFUL BLOND FRIEND IS HERE!"
She wasn't one to be subtle, especially not when describing Hanschen Rilow. Even for a twelve-year-old boy, she, and the other girls, found Hanschen to be exceptionally strange. Thea could never quite place her finger on what made him so unusual, all she knew was that she didn't like it. For some strange reason, her brother and Hanschen had become friends at the beginning of the summer and since then, they were inseparable.
"Send him to my room, Thea." Came a soft voice from upstairs.
Hanschen looked into Thea's eyes with a smug expression, "And I thought your mother told you not to call me dreadful the last time I was here? Perhaps I should tell her what you said..."
Thea's eyes flared with loathing. Who did Hanschen think he was? And why was he so special that he could taunt her without any consequences? No matter, Thea thought, and she walked to the living room. Hanschen carried himself up the stairs with an air of confidence to see that Ernst's door was open.
"Hullo. Did you bring your books?" Ernst questioned the blond.
Hanschen walked briskly to the extra chair by the desk. It was across from Ernst's and sitting on a sea coloured woven carpet, "So, poems. We have to write them on things we like, am I correct?"
Ernst nodded furiously.
"Then what is your poem going to be about?"
Ernst looked deep in thought for a moment, and then spoke up, "Pastries...or you." As soon as he said this, he blushed a deep scarlet. He shouldn't have said that, how could he be so stupid? Hanschen would never talk to him again and soon everyone would know that -
Hanschen looked up onto the face of the boy across from him. He had never taken the time to appreciate how wonderful he was. In fact, Ernst was the most wonderful being on Earth. And so, for the first time, both boys realized something: they were in love. It would be a problem, yes. It was a taboo subject, and yet, neither were bothered with what they felt. After all, love is special, and it sure doesn't disappear easily.