~Grace's POV~
"Can't you see, Grace? We don't want you anymore. In fact, we never wanted you in the first place, it was just funny to see you fail so often." With that horrible smirk on her face, she dragged me into the rain.
No matter how hard I struggled, she wouldn't let me back inside the warm sanctuary behind her. She had managed to wrestle me deep into the forest, her hand clamped firmly over my mouth, muffling all of my cries.
I had no more energy left to fight with her. I collapsed on the blotchy earth beneath me, trying desperately to get some air back into my lungs. My eyes fogged with tears, I looked up to see her retreating back to the house.
Before she was completely gone, she whispered so quietly I almost didn't hear her: "Stay away from our family, reject."
Then…I was alone.
*****Prussian Time Skip of Awesomeness *****
"No!" I woke up with a jolt, recovering from one of the worst nightmares I've ever had. I reached up to touch my face to feel a few stray tears running down my cheeks. Embarrassedly, I swiped them away. Mother had always told me that big girls should never cry, and then was no exception.
Despite my efforts, a few more tears I didn't even know I was holding back tumbled down, slightly cracking my resolve. Sniffling, I closed my eyes. I just need to focus on what's going on around me. Everything will be alright...
One problem with that: I don't know where I am, or what I was doing. The last thing I remember happening was eating leftover pie that someone gave me…Gilbert, was it? All I know is that I'm very warm, my stomach isn't growling, and I'm moving…
Wait. I'm moving!?
I opened my eyes to see tufts of silver hair, seemingly bobbing up and down as the man walked. At first I was slightly alarmed to see I was in arms of the tall German. What kid wouldn't be? He was extremely scary looking, not to mention loud… But he was very kind and fed me, I thought. Two things that they didn't do.
~Gilbert's POV~
Stopfen, Francis's house is farther away than it looks. Not far away enough to deter the awesome me, though~
I trudged down the cobble road, Grace limply tossed over my arm. I'm pretty sure the two of us were quite a sight, seeing how everyone we passed would stare at us through questioning eyes and whisper to their neighbor in their native tongue.
Nosy French people… I was only a few yards from the elegant villa that appeared to be Francis' when I felt Grace stir a little in her sleep. She was muttering something in French, but I knew that whatever she was dreaming of wasn't awesome at all, seeing how she clutched desperately at my shirt and the tears soaking through my already dirty uniform.
Gently, I stroked her back, as to not startle her. "Shhh… It vill be alright…" Soon, her breathing slowed down again and she fell back to sleep again. Perfect timing for it, too.
"Holy Roman Empire…" I looked up to see a large, mahogany door, with intricate patterns decorating the perimeter. When I squinted, I saw the words 'Francis Bonnefoy' carved carefully into the wood, his name intertwined with roses. To put things frankly, his house was freaking awesome~ (Not as awesome as me, however).
Mentally preparing myself for any questions the Frenchmen would surely have, I pressed the doorbell. This…is when craps goes down…
~Normal POV~
"Coming~" Gilbert heard several hurried thuds and thumps as he stood outside the door, unconsciously stroking Grace's back while she slept.
He was almost startled when the Frenchmen threw open the door to reveal himself draped in the finest of silks, displaying his signature half-flirtatious-smirk, half-smile (I'm not the only one who noticed that, am I? *shot*).
Francis's blue eyes showed his surprise, happy to see his Prussian comrade after such a long time. A few years ago, Francis retired from the army with enough money to buy seven more of the exact same house. Gilbert chuckled to himself at that. Looks like someone's living in the lap of luxury…
"Gil!" Francis exclaimed, extending his arms out for a hug, which the soldier gladly complied to. "Oh, how I've missed you, mon chere! We have so much to catch up-"
As Francis wrapped his arms around what he assumed to be Gilbert, he felt a pair of very small, still legs.
"OH MY GOSH WHAT IS THAT!?" The Frenchman recoiled in disgust, not daring to look to see what- or who- he just touched. Gilbert put up a silencing finger, feeling Grace shift slightly in her sleep.
"Don't yell so loudly, Francis," he whispered. "She must still be a little tired from the trip…"
Francis looked over the tall Prussian's shoulder to see nothing but a child, peacefully resting the day away. The scene before him starting to disturb him, Francis beckoned the pair inside, making sure to lock the door behind him.
The suspense...XD Welp, sorry for such a short chapter (lazy writer is lazy...*shot*) To make up for it, I brought you 2/3 of the BTT. Enjoy it~