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Warnings: Fluff, child abuse
I don't own Hetalia
Chapter 11: Hints and A Statement
(Matthew's POV)
I looked away.
Should I tell him what I go through? What if he doesn't believe me? What would John and Syndy do if they found out I told someone?
I couldn't tell him. Could I?
If they found out I can only imagine want would happen.
The chains. His special whip. The knives. And... other things... I don't want that. They've already ruined so much.
I didn't realize I was crying until a salty drop fell from my cheek.
Suddenly strong arms wrapped around me.
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(Gilbert's POV)
I waited for an answer from Matthew. If just a nod of the head.
Matt looked away from me. I looked into his eyes for something. Anything.
Not this though.
His eyes were sad. Full of remorse and hopelessness. A tear dropped from his eyes and to the ground.
In an instant my arms were around his thin body. I don't know why I hugged him. Some impulse told me to do something. I pulled his body close to myself. At first he was rigid. Then his entire body relaxed and he buried his head in my shoulder. I felt his tears soak into my jacket. I didn't care.
"Verdammt. Birdie stop crying please. Crying is so un-awesome ." I hated it when people cried. And the worst part is I think I have to comfort Matt. One, I don't know how to comfort. Two, I've never tried before.
"Don't vorry." I whispered.
I knew I couldn't let Birdie show up at school like this.
"Come on lets go around back."
Matt nodded into my shoulder and let go. He still gripped onto me as we walked. Once around the back of the school we sat against the brick wall. I needed to know why Matthew reacted like that. He was still crying. Seeing him like this hurts for some reason.
"Birdie calm down." I set a hand awkwardly on his shoulder. I mean what am I supposed to do? I'm new at this kind of stuff.
I felt Matthew wrap his arms around my middle and bury his face into my jacket. Well that was unexpected.
Not knowing what else to do I wrapped an arm around his small body. He seemed so defenseless and frail. It was unnatural. His slight body compared to my tall and lean stature. Like with a single hit he could shatter.
Gilbert couldn't know how right he was.
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(Matthew's POV)
One memory set off another, then another in a continuous stream.
Beating after beating.
Pain covered up by false hope.
Dropping deeper and deeper.
Fearing being lost for good.
It didn't help the fact I was practically invisible to almost every one. They walk into me in the hallways. Pass me by without a second thought as Cruz bullies me. Turn a blind eye to my feelings. Never bother to learn my name. Even now Cruz doesn't use my name. He probably forgot it long ago.
I wrapped my arms around what I thought was Kumajirou. I felt the thick jacket and realized it was Gilbert. I needed something, anything, to hold onto. Even if it was the demon with red eyes. (That might or might not want me dead. That hasn't been decided yet.)
I continued to weep into what, at the moment, had become my safety blanket. At least I had one person that remembered me.
I felt an arm slid itself around me.
"Don't worry I'm here." A familiar voice broke my hazardous thoughts.
I realized how weak I must look right now. I immediately released Gilbert. I grabbed Kuma and pulled him to my chest. Trying to calm my breathing and stop crying, I buried my face into Kuma's fur.
Dammit. I'm so useless and weak. I wouldn't blame Gilbert for ditching me after this. I mean who wants to stay friends with a pussy. Stupid me. I'll lose my only friend.
Pure helplessness washed over me and I slightly shook.
I was pulled into somebody's lap and comforting arms wrapped around me once again. This time with more confidence and stability.
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(Gilbert's POV)
"Don't vorry I'm here."
When those words rolled off my tongue Birdie pushed away from me and curled himself around his bear.
I could see the slight alarm in his eyes when he pushed away though. He must have not realized he had wrapped around me.
I looked over to him. Matt sat shaking like a leaf. I heard an almost inaudible whimper fall from his lips.
Great. He was crying again.
I picked him from his spot and set his shaking frame in my lap and held him. What else was I going to do?
"Shhh.." I murmured and rubbed his back like my mom used to do when I got scared. Not like I did though!
"Please stop crying Birdie." I somewhat begged. "There's nothing to vorry about. I von't hurt you und there's nobody here that vill hurt you."
His head shifted up to look up at me. Tears still rimmed his lavender eyes. I looked deeper into those pools of faded purple. There stood fear, hope, and... something unrecognizable.
He made his question clear though.
"I'll stay here, I von't leave." I lifted my hand up and wiped away the water on his cheeks.
I gently smiled.
"Do you vant to talk about it...er... umm vrite it?" I gently questioned. I didn't want to set him off again.
Uncertainty passed across his face before he nodded.
"Okay." I pulled out a sheet of paper and a pen from my pocket and handed it to him.
Birdie hesitantly grabbed the items and wrote something down. He handed it to me with a shaky hand.
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I read:
Do I have to tell everything?
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His handwriting was neater than my own.
"Only what your comfortable with." I answered.
He nodded and took the paper back before scrawling over it again.
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I read again:
I have problems at home.
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Matt looked at me uncertainly as if I would judge him.
"What else?"
He scribbled some more.
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A statement:
I'm abused.
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My heart stopped there.
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Translations:
Verdammt- (German) Dammit, shit, ect...
