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Prussia's POV

I stepped into my house, hoping for the best. If mom was home, I wouldn't be safe. If she wasn't, I could do whatever I want. Simple as that.

I carefully and quietly stepped into my living room. I looked over the area and then proceeded to the kitchen doorway. I looked in and found no one. What I did find was a basket of suspicious-looking cookies, still warm. This was a clue; a clue to run.

I quickly grabbed my things and hurried upstairs. I reached my room and threw open my door. I grabbed my wallet, keys, and a suitcase. I hurriedly shoved as much clothes as I could into the medium-sized bag. Grabbing my phone from the bedside table, I quickly texted Spain that I needed to come over ASAP.

Right when I zipped up and grabbed my suitcase, my arm was grabbed. I tensed and stared at the wall ahead of me. I knew I was in trouble, but what could I do? I didn't have time to call anyone. No one would hear me if I yelled out. I was alone.

A chunk of my hair was grabbed, and I was pulled back to face my so called mother. "Are you going somewhere, whore? Are you going to go sell your body to men like the filthy slut you are?" I shut my eyes, trying to drown her out. If I listened, I could give in. I could believe her. I could loose myself so easily.

"M-Mutter... I-I," I was cut of in a flash with a punch in the stomach. The air seeped out of me. I was loosing balance.

"Or are you going to go somewhere so you can kill yourself? Haha! That would be nice. You deserve it, fag." I have to get away, before it's too late. I knew her words were getting to me. I was going to snap. Then, my phone rang.

I quickly opened it with my other hand and answered. "H-Hello? Antonio? I really, really need your help. M-My mom-" My mother grabbed my phone and threw it against the wall violently. I choked on a sob. I had no way to contact anyone for help anymore. All I want in life is to be happy, but now? I couldn't yearn more for any type of joy to fill me.

But, right now, I was alone. I didn't have joy. I had the deep sorrow I feel when I'm not at school. The sorrow and despair of loving, as well as being afraid to love.

I finally got the courage to look at my mother. She was smiling. Before I could say anything, she grabbed a knife from her pocket and stabbed me in the chest area. She twisted it around, causing me to flinch in pain. She let go of me and I fell to the ground, bleeding.

Chuckling, she wiped her knife on the from of her apron, and she left the room without another word. I lay there, feeling dizzy. I was in utter despair. My mother hated me. She wanted to kill me. She will most likely get what she wanted; me dead.

She didn't get that, though.


When I first came out of unconsciousness, an aching pain in my chest hurt intensely. I winced and attempted to open my eyes, only to close them when met with a bright light. I soon tried again, blinking a few times afterward.

The people that were in the room... surprised me. France and Spain were on one side of the bed, staring at me immensely. On the opposite side was Ludwig, with a rare worried expression. I smiled. He came to see me.

"Gilbert! I'm so glad you're okay! After the phone call, I was so scared and shocked! I quickly called your brother and Francis. They helped me get into your house to help you. You lost a lot of blood by the time we got there, and I was so worried!" Antonio ranted for quite awhile before he let the other two speak. Francis spoke first.

"I didn't think you'd make it, but it just missed your heart by less than a centimeter. I was quite amazed," Francis said with his usual calm voice. I smiled slightly and nodded at him. He did the same.

I looked over to Ludwig. "I've missed you, Gilbert." Happiness filled me as he said that. I hadn't heard him speak, or even seen him, in over 3 months. It almost brought tears to my eyes.

"I've missed you too, Ludwig," I spoke in a whisper. He gave me a very, very small smile and kissed my forehead. I wish I could tell him that he was the one I loved, but that would be too fucked up for him. He probably wouldn't talk to me, huh? Kesese.

I started to feel incredibly sleepy. My eyes drooped. Then I heard Ludwig speak. "Sleep, bruder. We'll be here when you awaken." With that, I drifted off into a deep sleep, thinking about Ludwig and my other friends that cared.