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Gilbert

October 9, 2012

3:23pm

Beilschmidt house-outside kitchen door

I pulled out my keys and unlocked the door to my house. Yeah, I know I agreed to go "interrogate" that Sad guy, but first I have to stop by home. Vati said he would probably be home early and if he is home I need to check in with him first or risk his wrath. Yikes. That would not be good. Plus I have to feed mein buddies.

I walked into the kitchen and let out a loud, high pitched whistle before filling my two dogs bowls. I instantly heard several sets of paws running across the floor. It's a good thing Vati likes dogs as much as Ludwig and I do. He permits us to have three pets a piece and five of those six animals are dogs. The other is Gilbird of course.

Ludwig's three dogs Aster, Blackie, und Berlitz ran in first. They are (in this order) a Golden Retriever, a German Shepherd, and a Doberman. My little friend Wurstbert and not so little friend Fritz ran in next. Wurstbert is a Dachshund, thus his name, and Fritz is a Rottweiller. I feel sorry for anyone who ever tries to brake into our house.

Ludwig's dogs greeted me with licks and then went back out the door, most likely to their favorite spots in Luddy's room. Fritz and Wurstbert ran over to me, Wurstbert's tiny little legs worked hard to try and keep up with Fritz, but the bigger dog's longer legs and faster trot beat Wurstbert's run by a mile. I knelt down and rubbed both of their black heads, and received licks from them both. "Is Vati here?" I asked them, standing up. Fritz barked a deep, short bark as if to answer me and walked over to his knewly filled bowl to eat.

I walked out of the kitchen, coughed some, and continued walking until I reached the living room. Vati was not there. Well, there's only one other place he could be if he is home. I walked back through the house until I reached his office. He was there. His head was bent down over his work and his pen was flying across the page. I stood still waiting for Vati to notice me. I don't interrupt him, not ever.

Vati's office is pretty plain really. The walls are dark green, the floor is wood, the desk is wood, and the chairs in front of his desk are green. He has a bookshelf covering one wall and a window to his back. The most interesting thing in the room is a large photograph of my family shortly before Mutti died.

Vati looked the same back then as he does now. It really is remarkable how little he has aged. I hope I'm the same way.

Mutti looks a lot like Vati with her long blonde hair and blue eyes, but she's much shorter and, you know, more feminine.

I of course, am awesome as always, but a lot smaller. Mutti had me dressed in white for the picture. I remember when I was small other kids would tease me and call me a demon. I naturally beat them up instantly. Mutti always said I was her little angel, different but perfect, and that's why she liked to see me dressed in white. She also gave me a small white box with a special engraving on the bottom that says "My precious angel" and has two small garnets made into it above and below the word precious. She gave it to me on my birthday, the last one that she was alive on. That and the necklace Vati gave me when I shot my first deer are my most prized possessions.

Luddy was just a baby Luddy. He looked so unemotional in the picture. So typical. When he was little he was almost never emotional at all. It was really weird. Come to think of it, he still at least puts on an unemotional face most of the time, just like Vati.

"Gilbert." Vati was now looking at me.

I instantly snapped to attention. "Yes sir?"

"How was school?"

"It was good."

"Do you have homework?"

"Not today." He nodded. That is the sign that if I have anything else to say, say it, and if I don't, leave.

"Vati, is it alright if I go out?"

"Ja, just be back before dinner."

"Yes sir." I turned and left the room. There really isn't much to say after that.

I know Vati loves me and Ludwig more than anything in this world but he is very… militaristic. If you were a stranger to us you'd think Vati hates us, but it's just his way of showing us his love. He's not always like that though. Sometimes he's totally opposite of his normal self and relaxes. Those times are really nice. I don't think they'd be nice if Vati was like that all the time though.

Before I bother going to see Sadiq I'll drop my junk off in my room. I ran up the stairs two steps at a time until I finally reached the one-time-attic where my room is. I only have one window so there isn't much natural light. My bed is under the window and I have a desk against one wall, as well as a chest-of-drawers since I don't have a closet. Everything is in its place, like always, and Gilbird is hanging out on my pillow. Instead of a TV –cause Vati won't let me have one in my room- I have a wall of pictures hanging over my small bookshelf stuffed with my journals. There's pictures of Vati, Mutti, Luddy, Eliza, Roddy even, Francis, Antonio, and of course my awesome self. Every time I hang up a new picture I have to rearrange everything so that it is still somewhat symmetrical and orderly. It would drive me insane if they were just randomly up there. It is my room after all.

I chunked my backpack by my desk where it belongs and walked over to my bed. I kneeled down and whistled lowly at Gilbird. He immediately perked up and looked at me. "Hey mein awesome kleiner buddy. I've gotta go out for a while and I need you to stay here, okay?"

He chirped at me and blinked a few times. I'm pretty sure he understands me sometimes. I smiled and rubbed my finger over his head gently. I should probably get going now though, so I left my room and shut the door.

I could hear Feliciano shouting his goodbyes to Ludwig from the second floor so I stopped to look out the window. Sure enough, Ludwig was walking towards the house, Feliciano waving enthusiastically from the sidewalk and Kiku standing beside him, looking a tad bit awkward. I smother some more coughs with my hand (No, I'm not sick!)and continued down the hallway.

I'm one hundred percent determined to get going before Ludwig has a chance to ask me what I'm doing, so I gallop down the last set of stairs as fast as I can. I know I'm making a lot of noise and Vati is probably glaring in my direction from his office, but I'm sure he'll get over it. Ludwig opened the door and I ran past him. For half a second he was surprised, but then he reacted and managed to grab the hood to my red jacket.

"What?" I said irritably, stopping since I had no choice.

"Where are you going?" he gave me a suspicious look.

"Nowhere. Now let me go."

He rolled his eyes. "Fine, but you really should stop running around like you do; you've been sick remember?" He released my shirt.

"Yeah yeah, I know, stop being such a greisen. See you." I shouted, resuming my jog away from the house.

When I finally got to that Sadiq's house it took them forever to open the door. When they finally did open it I was greeted by a wrinkled old prune with a patch of gray fuzz growing on the top.

"Yes?" the old prune said.

"I'm here to see Sadiq." I said, crossing my arms. I'm pretty sure this is the right house. I'm not entirely sure though because I've never been here before.

"Who are you?" He asked me, giving me a weird look.

"I'm awesome, that's all you need to know." he frowned at me. "Sadiq knows me." Somewhat anyway. At least my face and probably my name. I think. Whatever. At the very least I know his. He used to beat up Elizabeta when we were small. That's about as far as my knowledge of him goes. That and he hates- or hated I guess- Heracles, which is clearly why I'm here today.

He gave me a long hard look and for a moment I was sure he wouldn't let me in. I choked back a cough as we stared at each other. I will show no weakness.

"Hey old man what's the hang up?" I heard a loud obnoxious voice yell as footsteps thumped towards the door. Some people say I'm loud and obnoxious so clearly they've never listened to this guy talk. At the very least I don't use all that weird slang.

Sadiq's masked face (why does he feel the need to wear that thing anyway? Like he's not weird enough as it is) appeared next to the old prune. He looked at me confusedly for a minute before a light-bulb seemed to light up in his head. "You're that weirdo albino that used to hang out with that wimpy weirdo Elizabeta all the time. Garret right?"

I frowned. I don't like it when people identify me as "albino" even though I am one. I mean, it's like someone saying "that guy with the defect" or something. It makes me feel like people think I'm weak or not as good as them. Not to mention it's annoying. "It's Gilbert, and ja, Eliza used to be my best friend."

"Ah okay. So what do you want?" he was still talking over fuzzy prune's shoulder.

"For you to get rid of this guy."

He seemed to think that was hilarious, while old prune just frowned deeper. I took the opportunity to cough quietly while his laughter covered it up. Sadiq snorted as he stopped his outburst of laughter. "Ya heard the man!"

The old guy gave Sadiq a look and then did as he was told and left.

"So whaddya want?"

"I er..." I thought for a second about how I should say this. Maybe I should do it like cops do in the movies. "I wanted to talk to you about Heracles death." Nah, the direct approach is the best approach.

His face darkened considerably. "I guess ya wanna come in then."

"Ja." I nodded.

He jerked his head backward and walked down the hall heavily. I followed and shut the door behind me. I can't stand it when people leave doors open. It's so... Disorderly. I can't stand disorder.

His house so far looks extremely Turkish. I guess that makes sense though, they are Turkish after all.

He drug me all the way to the backyard and sat down on a chair and stared at me. I sat down in a chair facing his and opened my mouth to speak but he cut me off.

"Look I'll go ahead and tell you what I told the cops this morning. I didn't kill 'im."

"You talked to the police this morning?"

"They pulled me out of class a little after it started. Said someone told em I hated Jerkules."

I wonder what it was like being questioned by the police. I mean, I talked to them a little but it was just in the principal's office. And all they really asked was what I saw. After I told them it was pretty much nothing (I didn't even see his head, not that that makes me upset) and they let me go. Toris on the other hand, they took down to their headquarters. He didn't come back that day and I know Sadiq was there at the end of the day today, as was Arthur who spent most of the morning with the police himself. But then, Toris doesn't seem to have the strongest mental constitution either. I don't really blame him though since that commie b****** likes to pick on him so much.

"Ah. So what were you doing when he died?" I sniffed, holding back a sneeze.

"Do you even know when he died?" he asked me with a smirk on his face. I guess it's pretty clear that he's got the better of me.

I rolled my eyes and frowned. "No, not really."

"According to the police it was between six and seven last night."

"Okay okay fine, whatever. What were you doing then?"

"I was here eating dinner with my family." I nodded and went to stand up (it's obvious if he was here he couldn't have murdered Heracles so why should I stay?) but then he started saying something else so I stopped to listen.

"You know, I didn't totally hate him." he said quietly. "I mean, I did but I didn't ya know? At first when I heard he was dead I was super happy, but by the time school had finished... I dunno. Life's not gonna quiet be the same without him here. Who am I gonna fight with? I'll have Kiku to myself now but even that won't be quiet as cool without having Heracles to boast to about it. And I never did get to pound him, not without him getting me pretty good too."

I never would've guessed that Sadiq would actually miss Heracles at all. Of course, his reasons are a bit odd but he is too. I guess it's kind of like my relationship with glasses, the stupid prick. But of course, I'm a much better fighter than Roderick so I can beat him up. Unless Eliza jumps into it, then I have a real battle on my hands.

He started laughing loudly all of a sudden. "Ha! But I win in the end! I'm still alive and he ain't! That would be enough to piss him off big time!" Maybe, but I think he's got more things to be pissed off about being dead than that. Like maybe never being an adult or having a job or a girlfriend or a wife or a kid or a car or maybe being robbed of most of his life. Some of those things might be enough to piss a guy off.

"It's a good thing he's dead." a squeaky high pitched little kid's voice came from behind Sadiq and I looked around his chair. It looked kinda like a smallish version of Sadiq.

"Yo little bro how's it hangin?"

The little kid glanced and nodded at him then returned to glaring at me. "I would have gladly killed that b****** myself if I could have. If I ever meet him I would thank this killer for killing that Grecian." Sadiq's little brother is really creepy.

"Ok, I think I'll go now." I said, standing up abruptly. I would rather not stick around with this weirdo and his creepy little brother any more than I have too. "Uh, I guess I'll see you tomorrow then Sadiq."

"Yeah see you round whitey." I felt a shiver shoot up my spine before it went rigid.

My teeth clenched and hands balled into fists as I turned around slowly. "What did you just call me?"

"Whitey. You gotta problem with that?" he smirked, tilting his head a little.

I lunged at him and slammed my fist hard into his jaw. It. Is. On.

6:00pm

Hospital front desk

"Really Gilbert, first a cold and now this?! What am I going to do with you boy!" I looked down ever so slightly.

Vati is angry. Very angry. He'll cool down by the time we get home though. He understands why I'm so sensitive about my coloring.

Sadly that whole fight ended with me having a black eye, a fractured rib, a semi swollen lip, and random bruises in various places. On the upside though, Sadiq has a fractured arm, a broken nose, a badly bruised jaw and a bloody scratch across his forehead (Oh come on, scratching is totally allowed. It's not girly or wimpy either! Seriously! Eliza has done it to me some and it hurts like heck!). If that stupid old prune hadn't called an ambulance and jumped into the fight with weirdo jr. I would've won for sure.

"Come along Gilbert." oh great. I hope he doesn't give me a "talk" on the way home. Ludwig is here so maybe he won't.

"Yes Vati." I said humbly, dragging along behind him. God I feel like such a little kid right now.

Vati opened the back door for me out of consideration for my poor ribs and I slid in, grunting a bit as my chest area moved. Luddy shot me an annoyed look from the front seat as Vati slammed the door.

"Great mess you've gotten yourself into this time bruder." good. Since he's up front Vati isn't mad enough to give me a talk. I won't be doing much tonight though. Maybe Vati or Luddy will make us some wurst.

A/N I'd hoped to get this up a week ago. Actually, it's been finished I just hadn't posted it yet. Stay tuned to see Francis and Arthur! Possibly in the same chapter too; I'm just not sure yet. Oh, and sorry if I ramble when I'm writing from Prussia's POV, I think he's a lot deeper than he lets on and when I'm writing his thoughts it kind of shows. I couldn'd resist making Wurstbert. :3

PS have you guys heard about the meteor in Russia? I keep seeing rocks brusing Russia in my mind.

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