"Alfred! Stop!"
Alfred held his foot in the air, hovering over Gilbert, ready to kick the boy. "Matthew, stay out of this."
"No, Alfred, just leave him alone," Matthew begged.
"Why?"
"Because you'd be hurting me."
Alfred paused then lowered his foot. "Fine." Turning, he walked away. In the distance, Matthew could hear his brother meet up with his Spanish and Russian friends.
Sighing the blonde turned back to Gilbert and help him to his feet. "Sorry about my brother.
"Your brother? Are you guys twins?"
"Umm, yeah, he's the older one."
The albino stared at Matthew as if he didn't expect them to be twins. "You two are so different. How is it he ended up with all the jerk?"
Matthew laughed and handed him his crutches. "That's a good question, but he does it to protect me."
"Protect you?"
"Yeah, I used to get picked on a lot. He used to only go after the ones who actually picked on me, but now he keeps everyone away." He thought for a moment and spoke again. "How come you left me at lunch earlier?"
Gilbert looked to the floor in guilt. "I..."
"Brother!" A German voice interrupted. Ludwig ran up right next to Gilbert and continued. "We have to go."
"Is something wrong?" Matthew asked.
"No, nothings wrong. West just doesn't like to be kept waiting."
"Wait, why do you call him West?"
"Oh, because I'm from the East part of Germany. I firmly believe that I am Prussian. West over here," said Gilbert jabbing his thumb in Ludwig's direction, "Is from the West part of Germany. He's just plain German." The self proclaimed Prussian acted as if being just plain German was the worst fate. "I know I'm Prussian because I'm awesome, and Prussia is the land of the awesome."
"So you say," Ludwig said a little annoyed.
Gilbert laughed and waved to Matthew. "See you tomorrow."
Matthew smiled and waved back. "By Gil."
"By Birdie."
Birdie? Why did Gilbert call him that? Before he could ask, the two Germans were gone. Matthew would have to ask him tomorrow.
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Once Gilbert was home, he went straight to his room and sat on his bed, leaning the crutches against the wall. A chirp was heard from the corner of the room. The albino turned and saw his canary perched on his swing, seemingly excited to see that his owner was home.
"Hey, Gilbird." Grabbing his walking aids again, he went over to the cage and peered inside. "Looks like you need some food."
Carefully propping himself against the wall, so he wouldn't fall, he took the container of bird food and poured some into the bird's dish. Then, taking his hand, he pet the bird's head with slow, careful strokes. A smile stretched across his lips. "I met a kid at school today. He reminded me of you."
Gilbird gave a happy chirp.
"Come one let's go see what's for dinner." Gilbert scooped the bird into his hand and placed him on his head. Walking as fast as his disability would let him he went into the kitchen. Once their, he found his uncle hovering over something on the stove. "Yo, Rody, what's for dinner?"
Roderich jumped at the sudden sound and turned to look at Gilbert. He stared at him, over his glasses, which meant he wasn't happy with the nick name. "What do you want, Gilbert?"
"I want exactly what I asked."
Sighing the man turned back to the stove. "I'm making wurst."
The teen would jump in the air with joy if he could. "Yes!"
Shaking his head, Roderich said, "It's almost ready, why don't you get your brother."
"Okay," Gilbert turned and left his uncle in the kitchen.
The two brother's lived with their uncle, because their parents "couldn't" handle the stress of dealing with Gilbert's handicap. They found it too much work and wouldn't pay for his therapy sessions or the hospital bills. So their uncle took them to court and the two kids were taken from them.
Gilbert reached the bottom of the stairs, which led to Ludwig's room, and yelled, "Oi, Luddy~! It's time for dinner~!"
'No response,' the albino thought. He tried again, a little more forcefully "Oi, West!"
A door closed and a moment later, Ludwig was walking down the stairs.
"Ah, there you are Luddy~," Gilbert said as he tried to pinch his brother's cheek.
"Stop, brother."
"But that nick name is too funny," the white haired boy laughed.
They both went to the table and ate with their uncle. Gilbert began to talk, as he usually did, and occassionally the other two would put in a word or two. Every now and then, he would sneak a piece of bread up to his head so Gilbird could have some. Once they were done, they put their dishes in the sink and Gil headed to bed early. The day had tired him out more than he care to admit. Taking Gilbird off his head and placing him back in the cage, he pulled back the covers on his bed and laid down, falling asleep instantly.
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'A thirteen year albino, sat tied to a chair. He looked around with tear filled eyes. Where was his captor? When would he show up again? All these thoughts ran though his head. Just then a door opened and light flooded in the small room. The boy winced and squinted his eyes. A man walked in and bent close to the boy.
"Goodmorning, Gilbert." '
Gilbert woke with a start. He was drenched in sweat and still shaking from the effects of the dream. Curling up into a fetal position, he began to cry.
Ludwig nearly burst into the room. "Brother, are you ok?" At seeing his trembling brother, he knew what had happened. "You had that dream again, didn't you?"
Recieving no response, he knew the answer was yes. Walking over, he wasn't sure how to comfort his brother. He always just had to let him cry it out. Nothing he said ever helped. So, instead of soothing words, he placed his hand on his brother's shoulder and just let him know that he was there for him.
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I've got writer's block on my other stories : ( but I will update them as soon as I come up with something. Don't forget to review~ ; )