Author's Note: there wasn't going to be an Author's Note up here, but I change my mind for this reason: Yay! I've finally gotten past a chapter 7! (I always crap out on chapter 7on most stories I write so I'm very proud of myself for this accomplishment) that is all.
Gilbert lay stunned in his bed in the pitch black darkness. How could he do that to him? His own father. That monster. Gilbert gripped his pillow case and buried his face into the soft cushion, crying silently. There was silence in the room, other than his quiet sobs and an occasional soft chirp from a sleeping Gilbird. The movement caused pain to surge throughout Gilbert's entire boy. He groaned at the pain, clenching his teeth. The scene upstairs wouldn't stop replaying in his mind.
"Don't be stupid. Do not make a sound. I don't want you disturbing my son." The monster growled into Gilbert's ear. The boy's eyes widened in fear as he tried to claw at the hand that muffled his screams. The monster took both the boy's wrists in one huge hand to stop the boy from struggling, but still the boy tried. He shook his head furiously, trying to get the hand away from his mouth to no avail. Tears threatened to fall, but Gilbert wouldn't give the monster the satisfaction of seeing him cry. He tried biting at the hand, the monster growling in pain when teeth met skin. The monster gripped the boy's wrists tighter, surely leaving a bruise. "You want to bite? Well, I can bite too." the husky voice breathed into his ear. The boy felt pain surge through his shoulder as the monster sunk his fangs into his flesh, drawing blood.
The monster spit off to the side, twirling the boy in his clutches around to face him, hand still clamped onto his mouth. He threw the boy to the ground roughly, stomping onto his stomach. With the air knocked out of him, the boy couldn't scream, couldn't alert his brother he needed help. He couldn't get away from the monster. Gilbert rolled onto his side, clutching his abdomen. He coughed, trying to breath, but air refused to fill his lungs. The monster watched as the boy writhed on the floor, smirking. He reached down and gripped a fistful of the boy's snowy locks, bringing his face to his own. The monster growled, smirk still present on his face, reeling a fist back and landing it directly in the boy's face.
The monster still gripped the boy's hair, landing another punch before throwing the boy back to the ground. Small hands flew up to the boy's face as he rolled around on the wooden floor in agony. Tears flowed, these he could not stop. Pain. Pain, so much of it. He then felt the monster's claws around his throat, pressing down. The boy gasped, still not being able to breathe. "W-why…Vati?" he choked out, gripping the hands at his throat. The monster laughed. "Vati? You have no right to call me that, I refuse to be your father. Why you ask? You asked me, didn't you, before you left? I have no problems with doing this task. To show you that you mean nothing to me. You were the mistake I never wanted. You drove my wife away from me. You disgust me." Spitting out the last phrase, the monster brought the boy's head up by his neck then back down to smack hard against the floor.
The boy's heart could take no more. All the hate, all the rejection, all the pain….and lack of air. Finally, the monster let up, letting go of the boy's neck and sitting up. Gilbert gasped and coughed for air, he had never missed it so much. They could hear a door opening upstairs, the monster's head snapping up in that direction. "Vati?" It was Ludwig. "Ja?" the monster replied, clamping a hand on the gasping boy's mouth to silence him. "Is everything okay down there?" The monster glared at the boy underneath him and answered, "Ja, I just had to clear my throat, son." The boy beneath the monster tried to rip away the hand at his mouth, to scream to his brother, to scream for help. The door upstairs closed and the monster glared once more at Gilbert with hate filled eyes. The sadistic son of a bitch was enjoying this. "Almost got caught, didn't we?" The monster whispered, his face near the boy's. Tears streamed down the sides of the boy's face as he choked on his sobs, muffled by the claw still on his mouth.
"We'll continue this later." the monster hissed before getting up off the boy and walking away, down the hall and into a room as evidenced by the sound of a door opening and then closing calmly. Gilbert cried there on the floor. It was too late to call for help, there was no reason now. It's not like anyone would believe him. No one ever did. Gilbert eventually got up off of the floor and made his way to his room, clutching the shoulder where the monster bit it. He didn't bother changing, or going to fix his wounds. He flopped onto his bed and sank far beneath the covers, praying that the bedding would hide him forever. Lot of good that did. If God wouldn't help him then, what would make him want to help now?
Gilbert took his face from his pillow. It had been two hours since that incident, but he was no less shaken up. He had to tell some one, no. No he couldn't. He might do something again, something worse. What he wouldn't give to still be back at Valentin's house, safe and happy. Happy. That was how he felt around the smaller boy. Gilbert loved to be around him, to hold him close. He loved the fact that the Romanian trusted him. He actually trusted him. So much did he want to kiss those lips that touched his finger so softly. So much did want to be with that boy. That blonde, red eyed boy brought him so much joy and so much hope, of which he now had none. That monster had diminished all of it.
The next morning, Gilbert had left early, not wanting to face his brother or what used to be his father. The school gates hadn't even opened yet by the time he got there, so he waited outside them. When he looked at himself in the mirror this morning, he had seen a broken boy. He had a black eye and hand shaped bruises on his already scratched next. Blood had soaked the spot where he had been bitten, not even wanting too look at that. Today he wore his red bandana to hide the injuries on his neck, sleeves of his red jacket keeping the bruises on his wrists out of view. Unfortunately there was nothing that could be done about his black eye. Gilbert slid down the wall outside the gate and closed his eyes, leaning hid head against the cream brick. Last night continued to replay in his mind all morning, it was starting to irritate him. Gilbert's eyes shot open and he decided to watch the people and the cars go by instead of think. It was the best he could do.
Gilbert was at his locker, putting a couple textbooks away for him to get for later classes when his abdomen was suddenly attacked. "Gilbert!" Valentin cried happily, hugging onto the albino's waist tightly. Gilbert grimaced in pain, but didn't want to shoo the boy away. "H-hey, Vali." he managed to get out through clenched teeth. Valentin smiled up at him, wearing his glasses once more, his black eye already fading. "Oh! Gilbert! What happened to you!" the blonde boy cried, seeing the other's injuries. "N-nothing. I…just got into a fight with some guys on the street on my way home. It's nothing to worry about." Gilbert lied. Valentin pulled his hands away, curling them towards himself with a worried expression. "You're lying. Gilbert, tell me what's wrong, tell me what happened." the blonde demanded. Gilbert sighed, closing his locker, "I told you-" he was cut off by when Valentin placed his hands on the other's face, gently touching Gil's black eye, concern filling his eyes, "Tell me." he whispered so sweetly. Gilbert swatted the blonde's hand away , though not as roughly as he had been treated last night.
"I told you. I'm fine so don't worry about it." Valentin took his hands away and cast his eyes downwards, "O-okay. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to pry." he apologized. Gilbert felt bad, he didn't mean to snap at Valentin, he just kind of did. If only the smaller boy knew what had happened, it would be understandable. But he couldn't tell him. He didn't want the monster to come after the young Romanian simply because he knew. Gilbert sighed with an apology, "Es tut mir leid, Vali. Danke for worrying about me though, it's just my eye still hurts. How's yours? It's looking better." Valentin nodded and looked up at the taller sophomore. "It's getting there. Um, I was just wondering if, maybe, …..you and I…could have lunch together?" he asked, now looking in any other direction that wasn't Gilbert's face. Gil was getting ready to answer with a yes, when he turned to see his two friends across the hall waving wildly, trying to get his attention. Gilbert furrowed his brows, giving a questioning look at Dum and Dumber across the way. They gestured in every way they could think of that said, "No!", "What are you thinking?", and "He's a freaking vampire that's gonna suck your blood and entrap your soul in tiny jar forever and ever, we still hanging out later?"
"Uh, I cant. I have some things I have to catch up on, and some idiots to talk to, sorry." Gilbert replied, rubbing the back of his head. Yes, he really did want to eat lunch with the Romanian, but he felt like he needed some alone time. Time to think about what life is going to be like back at the Monster's house. He didn't want to go back, but he had no where else to go-, wait, Roddy! He could- no that wouldn't work, Roderich can barely stand being around him, what's going to make him change his mind and let Gilbert stay with him for a while? Nothing, definitely not, "I promise I wont switch all of you underwear to panties, or replace all your piano wire with floss, or write on all the blank pages in your books, or write on your forehead while your asleep, or hide you glasses in the freezer again." Nope, he tried that last time. And he still did it. Valentin looked down, a little hurt at the rejection, "Oh, okay. Well, we're still meeting at my house for your tutoring lessons, right?" The blonde sounded hopeful, looking back up with a smile on his face and a gleam behind his glasses. "Right. I look forward to that." Gilbert told the truth this time, smiling back. Funny. Gil hadn't noticed that weird little fang the other seemed to be sporting before. He'll have to ask about it later.
Just then , Alfred and Elizaveta came walking up, Eliza draping herself over Gilbert, as if he were hers. Seeing that gesture sparked a jealousy within Valentin, evident by his glare directed towards her. Alfred followed behind her, thumping the blonde on his head as he passed. "Well, well, well. If it isn't the town vampire." Elizaveta sneered, pressing herself closer to Gilbert. Gilbert was feeling very uncomfortable with having this really annoying chick hanging all over him like that. He tried pushing her off, but it made no difference. "I happened to do a little research on you. Murdered parents? That musta stung, huh? Well, that's just what you get for being a no good, filthy, disgusting vampire, right, Alfred?" Eliza mocked with a smirk. "Ha! Ditto." came the American's response. Valentin clenched his jaw and his fists, eyes setting into a hard glare. "I'm disgusting? Look at you, you dirty sleaze." he retorted. Alfred's eyes widened a little, and looked to see if the Hungarian was going to take that. Gilbert stayed silent, wanting to see what was going to happen. Eliza looked at the blonde boy in front of her incredulously and scoffed, "Sleaze? You rat!"
"Pig!"
"You…Romanian dog!"
"Hungarian whore!"
"Fag!"
"Slut!"
"Cock-sucker!"
"Cum-bucket!"
"Shit-eating, ass-fucking uke!" The two went back and forth, every insult hurled Eliza's way she would growl before spitting out her own.
She had let go of Gilbert, settling to clench her fists at her sides, shoulders raised. "Transvestite Donkey Witch!" was the last remark, hurled by Valentin who had joined in the shouting. Their argument sounded like one between two girls insulting each other over a boy. Eliza stopped, shock on her face that soon turned to disgust and disbelief. "D-did you just call me, Sarah Jessica Parker?" she growled. Valentin smirked, crossing his arms in victory. "I did. What are you going to do about it?" Eliza growled once more and suddenly launched herself at the Romanian boy, tackling him to the ground. Alfred cheered from the side as a group gathered. Gilbert on the other hand jumped into action, trying to pull the Hungarian off the Valentin. The two on the floor were clawing at each other, pulling one another's hair, much like two girls arguing over a boy- wait I think I already said that.
"Take that back you good for nothing slut bag!" Eliza cried, pulling at Valentin's hair. Gil had noticed his hat had flew off once again and quickly went to retrieve it. He wasn't about to fight for it a second time. "Never fat-ass!" Eliza gasped at the insult. "Who are you calling a fat-ass!"
"You!" Valentin yelled, then whispered into a dangerous tone, "Just look at those hips! And those thighs! Can you say cellulite?" The girl growled angrily at this, pulling his hair harder as he pulled hers. "Enough! Get off of him!" Gilbert yelled, yanking Elizaveta away from Valentin, handing her to the American. She huffed as Alfred tried to hold her back as she was ready for another go. Valentin stood up and brushed himself off, fixed his clothes and hair, and took his hat from Gilbert who handed it to him. "Are you okay?" The German asked. Valentin breathed heavily, but nodded. "Da. Thanks for pulling her off."
The minuet bell rang and the group of students that surrounded the fiasco scrambled to their classes, including Elizaveta and Alfred. "We should be getting to Homeroom." Valentin said, a sudden change in tone, attitude, and facial expression. He grabbed Gilbert's hand before the he could answer, dragging him towards their Homeroom classroom. Gil blushed at the sudden contact, but didn't protest. He soon found out that he rather liked holding Valentin's hand, disappointed when he had to let go and enter the classroom at the last second. Just as the two entered the last bell rang. They both breathed a sigh of relief at not being late and made it to their seats. Though he tried not to think about it, the thoughts of what's going to happen to him when he got 'home', made Gilbert uneasy. "We'll continue this later." rang in his head. Something was going to happen to him tonight if he went back there. Maybe he could 'accidentally' stay the night at Valentin's house by falling asleep there. He knew Valentin would let him if he did. Well, what ever he did, he just hoped it wouldn't lead him back home for the rest of the night.
Author's Note: Well there you have it. What Germania did. I was thinking about having him rape Gilbert, but when I asked my brother he's like "NO, NO, NO, NO, NO!" eh, I don't know. Also, that 'Transvestite Donkey Witch/Sarah Jessica Parker insult was from South Park. I thought it would have been awesome to put it in here so I did. I have often gone through and argument like this between Hungary and Romania in my head like a billion times, so I had to put it in here that South Park insult always being the ultimate one by Romania and the one that sparks the physical fight. I would have gotten this one out sooner, but I spent all day watching Black Butler. I wanted to get to Alois. I watched the special, and the entire time I'm like, "Oh my god…..What?… this is so ridiculous." made me feel embarrassed that I even bothered to watch the show. Kay, sorry for rambling! K, umm*mumbles while checking through imaginary list*.. Poor Gil, blah, blah, blah…..Vali's got a potty mouth, Eliza's a fat-ass, we know that, yadda, yadda….ummm. I think that's it. Kay bye!