Here is part 14. I've finally worked out the full direction for this story with a little help from my friend catholicorprtestant, I suggest you check out her stories they're amazing (Mi Tesoro is my fav)

Ludwig was really dreading school today, he couldn't think about it without his spirit dropping, a lump appearing in his throat and his stomach twisting painfully.

"I'm not going," he said pointedly to Gilbert, who had appeared by the doorframe and had opened his mouth to ask why Ludwig was still in his pyjamas when he should be leaving in ten minutes.

Gilbert frowned, walking the room and sitting on the chair the opposite side of the kitchen table. "I know you don't want to, but you can't let them get to you. You know what the councillor said; you've got to try and keep going. Eat something and get dressed, I'll take you in late if you want, but I am taking you in."

Ludwig shook his head, not daring to look his brother in the eye. "Haven't you seen the news?" he said quietly.

Gilbert shook his head, cocking it slightly and leaning back in his chair, as if expecting Ludwig to explain it. Ludwig's eyes stayed down as he slid his phone across the table, the article and photos on the screen.

"Woah…" Gilbert said softly, his frown deepening as he read, he smiled as he looked up at Ludwig, sliding the phone back to him. "He's quite a catch… You're a lucky boy Ludwig," he chuckled softly.

Ludwig glared at him, "That's not the point, Gil," he half-growled.

The older huffed, nodding and biting his lip, he tapped the table absentmindedly. "…There's always a chance no one will care?" he offered.

The phone was pushed towards him again, this time with facebook on the screen, new lewd messages appearing on Ludwig's wall every second.

"They care," Ludwig growled, "I'm not going in."

Gilbert sighed softly, "Then what about tomorrow? You going to go in then?" Ludwig shook his head, Gilbert's frown hardening, "Then what about next week? Next month? If you don't go in today then when will you go in?"

Ludwig grit his teeth, "I'm not going in."

"The longer you put it off the harder it will be."

"I'm not going in."

"You are going in Ludwig if I have to drag you into class and tape you to your seat."

Gilbert was on his feet now, his palms down on the table, glaring hard at his younger brother.

Ludwig could feel his breath shortening, he'd never felt so small and helpless.

He got to his feet, walking quickly to his room and slamming the door, locking it quickly before Gilbert could follow him in.

He sat on his bed, looking up at the posters that lined his room. Feliciano's smile didn't do its usual job, it didn't make him feel better anymore, it just made him miss Feliciano more.

Gilbert knocked on his door, trying the handle, Ludwig heard a sigh through the wood before the man knocked.

"Go away," Ludwig yelled, frowning at the door.

"No Ludwig, you have to go to school."

"I'm staying here!"

"You have to come out some time, and when you do I'm taking you to school."

Ludwig flopped back on his bed, closing his eyes and trying to calm himself.

He couldn't go in, if the comments in person were half as bad as the one he'd received online… He didn't want to think about it.

But Gilbert was right, the voice in the back of his head screamed it, if he didn't go in today it would be harder to go in tomorrow, and everyone would know why he'd not gone in.

They'd all think he were a wimp, unable to cope with being called a few names.

He screwed his eyes shut, shit, Gilbert was right, Gilbert was totally right.

He had to be strong, he couldn't let them beat him.

By staying at home he'd be telling them they'd won, that he'd given up.

He would not give up, he refused.

He clenched his fists, his nails cutting into his palms, and he forced himself up, forced himself to get dressed.

Gilbert almost fell as Ludwig opened the door, he stumbled into the room a little, smiling at Ludwig.

"Ah," Gilbert said happily, "You've come to you senses I see..?"

"I'm going to school," Ludwig growled, taking his coat.

"No," Gilbert snapped, frowning, "Food first. You haven't eaten, you've got to eat it's important."

Ludwig paused, growling before making his way to the kitchen and pouring some cereal .

Gilbert gave a soft nod, watching him pour it out and begin to eat.

He'd lost weight recently, Gilbert was beginning to worry, he told him he needed to eat more but he always replied that he wasn't hungry or didn't want more, even though Gilbert could tell he was lying.

The doctor had said it was common with depression for the sufferer to either gain or lose weight rapidly. Though they'd not specifically said that Ludwig had depression the fact he was losing weight further proved Gilbert's theory.

Gilbert smiled with slight relief as he watched Ludwig finish. "Do you want me to drive you in?" he asked, trying to sound friendly.

Ludwig nodded, picking up his bag and checking he had the right equipment inside. "Ok. I'm skipping my first lesson though. And I want to talk to the administration about moving some of my classes."

Gilbert nodded, "Ok, whatever you need to do to make yourself happy."

Ludwig nodded, taking up his bag and slinging it over his back. He didn't want to talk about it, he didn't want to discuss what was happening, he just wanted to fade away, have the day able past without arguments or name calling, he just wanted to be left alone.

They sat in the car in near silence, the radio playing quietly. Gilbert took the liberty of turning it up when he heard a song of Feliciano's that he recognised, hoping it would cheer his younger brother up, make the whole thing a little less awkward.

"Ludwig," Gilbert said softly in that weird 'older brother' tone he used when he was going to try and impart wisdom.

Ludwig gave a soft groan, laying his head back on the head-rest, he wasn't in the mood for a lecture of any sort.

"I just want you to be happy," Gilbert began, "I don't want you to think I'm being pushy with you, I'm just trying to… help you make the right choices."

Ludwig sighed through his teeth, lifting his hand to rub his forehead. "Gilbert I know, I don't want to talk about this ok..?"

"Well I do," Gilbert pushed, "I don't want you to think that I don't care about you and I'm being selfish or something. I'm doing it for your own good."

"I know you are Gilbert, I'm not blaming you, I know this is what's best for me."

"Good," Gilbert cooed, tapping the steering wheel and nodding softly, "I know I'm pushing you but I know I'm doing the right thing."

Ludwig nodded, "Yes, you were right to push me or I would have stayed at home."

"That's right and you need to go to school, you can't sit and mope at home, you just can't."

"I know," Ludwig found himself almost growling, "…I wouldn't be moping, I'd be able to study at home, it's just the people there…" he shook his head.

Gilbert glanced at him, frowning, "That's not the point, school's important."

Ludwig bit his lip, furrowing his brow, he wanted to talk back but he decided against it, he didn't want to get into a fight and walk into school in a worse mood than he was already.

He held his tongue until his brother pulled up outside school, he moved to open the door and found Gilbert's hand resting on his knee.

"Try to have a good day, Ludwig," he said softly, forcing a smile.

Ludwig grit his teeth, huffing softly and pulling himself out of Gil's grip, swinging the door open.

"You don't understand, Gilbert," he said weakly, stepping out of the car and slamming the door behind him, moving quickly to the front door of the building before Gilbert could follow him.

He wished he'd stayed at home.

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