Okay, so back to the story. No time skips this time our princes are still 11 and 6. They've just lost their parents and are now being cared for by Ivan. By the way I love Russia and I think he's a great character, who's not evil just lonely. But someone has to be the bad guy in every story so I guess it'll just have to be this way.
"Good morning." A very thick Russian accent greeted Gilbert when he woke up. He cracked his eyes open a bit to see Ivan's face pressed dangerously close to his. He screamed in shock and backed away so far he fell out of bed. Ivan just laughed, he sounded like a child, a demonic child. Once his laughter died out he simply stared at the young prince. Gilbert kept eye contact with him, too shaken to move for a bit. Then very cautiously he rose from the floor and edged his way to his dresser. "Now then." Said Ivan as Gilbert gathered his clothes, "there's going to be some changes round here."
"Mm?" Said Gilbert as he began combing his snowy hair back.
"For starters, you are not allowed to leave this room anymore."
"What?" Gilbert cried. He whipped round to face Ivan, dropping his comb in the process.
"You heard me, you are not to leave. Also, I never want to see those disgusting eyes and hair of yours again."
Gilbert just stared at him, open-mouthed.
"I will be here every morning at 6 o'clock sharp to commence with your tuition I expect you to look somewhat normal when I enter."
"But… But I…" Gilbert stuttered.
"You what?" Ivan demanded, he stared at Gilbert, almost daring him to speak.
"I don't want to stay here all day." He muttered.
"Well too bad," Said Ivan. "Demons aren't allowed to see the outside world."
Gilbert's head snapped up at that. "I'm not a demon." He said.
"Oh…" Ivan drawled. Then suddenly he lunged forward and grabbed a handful of Gilbert's hair. The prince cried out in pain as he was dragged by his freakishly white locks to the bathroom across the hall. Ivan released his grip and shoved him in front of the mirror. "Take a good look." He instructed. Gilbert did look. He couldn't help it, ever since he'd seen himself as a child he'd been too afraid to look at himself in a mirror without his disguise. This was the first time in years that he'd seen what he really looked like. He'd gotten a bit taller and his features had matured slightly, but his most striking aspects, namely his skin eyes and hair, were just as terrifying as he remembered. His eyes were still the same demonic shade of blood, his hair was a prominent silver and his skin was so freakishly pale he looked like a ghost. "So." Said Ivan, after he'd given Gilbert a few minutes to take in his appearance. "Still think you're not a demon?"
Gilbert dropped his head in defeat, a deep sadness shining in his eyes. "No." He whispered. "I'm a demon."
"Yes you are, and you're a monster."
"And I'm a monster."
"And a freak."
"I'm a freak."
"Right, so from now on you're going to stay behind closed doors." Ivan ordered. "Where you belong."
He then lead Gilbert back to his room and told him he would be back within the hour, and that he expected him to look presentable by the time he returned. Gilbert nodded and got dressed in silence. Ivan still wasn't back by the time he was done shoving his obscene hair in his wig. Gilbert couldn't stop thinking about what Ivan had said. Was it true? Was he a monster? Every else seemed to think so. He sat down on his bed and stared at his bedroom door. It was shut. Behind closed doors.
"Where I belong." Gilbert whispered, as a stray tear ran down his face.