A/N: Okay first I can't begin to say how happy I am that I'm already getting people that like this fanfic! \(^o^)/ So firstly I want to give a special shout out to Mazuret for your review and yes I appreciate the feedback because the last thing I want is for my readers to be confused so I will only do it if its dialogue or actual thoughts, which if you any of you are familiar with my other fanfics, this is signaled by italics unless I state otherwise. Secondly another shout out to Silver Tarot for your eagerness for this to continue. Now, I know in the summary I said that there would a new Province in Canada. I'm make him a Province because I mean its the awesome Prussia. He deserves it. And there might a bit of prucan later on...anyway I think I'll give you guys a break and I won't crush your feels and write out the funeral So this is taking place about two months after he's faded. Now without further ado please be gentle with flames, apologies for any oocness andand please do enjoy! \(^u^) P.S. Last thing (I promise) Most of this chapter I based loosely on a song called Childen by Len Kagamine. So if you want to listen to it you can find it on youtube subbed.

A Little Fun Never Hurt

Chapter Two

*two months after the funeral*

Darkness. Darkness is the first thing I remember. That and a garbled unintelligible voice...I couldn't understand it but I didn't want to...it scared me...the only two things I could make out was the word Prussia...I think that's what it was anyway...and a name...Gilbert Beilschmidt...which is most likely mine.

I lightly clutched my tummy as it growled loudly and I sniffled. That was two months ago. Ever since then I've been out on the streets.

Vhy von't anyvone help me? I'm scared...I hate living like zhis… I sniffled. I'm just a kid...somevone help me….

But I knew crying and sitting around wasn't going to do me any good. I pulled up the hood of my cloak and got up. No one will do it for me because they're scared of my eyes and hair. So I had no choice but to grow up. I learned quickly to fight. And that when it comes to surviving on the streets theres only one rule, anything goes. Sometimes survival means breaking the law. But when I steal I only steal what I need. Nothing more. Do I sometimes look at the cash register and think about how much money I could out of that? Yes, but then I think about the business that needs the money to keep going. Do I sometimes look at the jewelry strores and think about the lovely prices I could for them on the black market? Yes. But then I think about the sad couples who were going to buy those very necklaces and rings and bracelets and so on as gifts for their loved ones. So I hold back.

Alright zhe coast is clear...I snuck around the corner of the store and undid the air duct grill and crawled in. Easily lowering myself down onto one of the shelves and climbed down. I quickly ran to the canned goods sections and grabbed a couple cans of fruit. Next I darted to the back the condoments aisle and grabbed mayonaise and mustard then pickles. Right as I shoved the pickles in my pack I heard Sirens outside.

Shit! Somevone must have seen me come in! Better hurry!

I ran to the bread section and grabbed two loaves of bread and also shoved those in it then as a treat considering and I'm already going through hell I grabbed a small box of chocolate donuts.

Alright! Now lets get out of zhis place!

I dug out a small paperclip and bent it out of ship and quickly picked the lock of the front entrance and dashed out.

"Oi! stop right there!" I looked behind and smirked a little. The one thing that make these heists worth it was the green eyed English police chief who had made it his personal mission in life to catch. I scoffed. "Like I ever vould caterpillar brows!"

"Why you!" He was hot on my heels. "Damnit you're just as much of a pain as Gilbert was!"

I froze. "Vait..." I stopped about twenty feet away and looked back at him for the first time since out rivalry had started let him catch a glimpse of my face. "Did jou say Gilbert?"

He came closer and stopped about ten feet away from me and crossed his arms. "And what if I did? What's it to you?"

The more I started to look at him the more this vaguely familiar feeling started to nag at me but I couldn't figure out exactly why. "Because..." I saw a look that I couldn't read but it looked along the lines of shock and a couple other emotions. It was the same general look that everyone else always had. I quickly turned away. "Nevermind. You wouldn't understand what I go through nor do you care."

"Oi! wait! What were you going to say?"

Instead of answering I took off running again at full speed. Him hot on my trail. "Oi! I told you I- get back here!"

"Nein. I vill never let jou get jour paws on me! I zhought zhe police are so supposed to help and protect zhe citizens."

"And with your..."

While he was saying how dare you and blah blah blah I quickly darted into an alley and through a secret door...okay it was more like a hole thats hidden under a dumpster but I liked to think of it as a door and dropped down into a small room. Four cement walls a small unnaturally cold area, where I could a couple refrigerated and a small bed which consisted of a bunch of old bean bags I had found piled up comfortably. It was crappy but hey...for a kid with no memories, nowhere to go and no way to get a job it was pretty decent.

I shrugged off my bag and smiled a little as I started to make myself a sandwich. The first real fresh food I've had in several months. I only steal every three months. The rest of the time I usually just eat out of the garbage but lately in all honesty I haven't been feeling to well. I honestly didn't think I was going to pull off tonights heist successfully. I was surprised when I actually gave caterpillar brows the slip. But it was probably just the symptoms of malnourishment.

However, just as I was about to bite into my sandwich. There was a scraping sound of a metal and the brightness of a flashlight shined down at me.

"There you are you red eyed sewer rat!"

There were four officers surrounding the hole and in the middle was none other than brows himself. Me being scared dropped my sandwich. He smirked. "Haul the little bugger out."

They reached in but I pressed against the wall, terrified. "Stop it! Leave me alone!" I felt tears coming to my eyes and I huddled and pulled my hood tightly over my eyes. "Please...God save me….I know I may not always pray but please..." I said through silent tears.

*time skip*

The next morning I woke up still huddeled up. "Vhen did I say fall asleep?" I muttered as my eyes slowly adjusted to the light. I looked around and felt my despair settle back in. "Zhey couldn't get me….so zhey took mein food?" I sighed. "England's finest does it again." I muttered sarcastically and hauled myself out and dusted off and made my way to the river where I usually went to wash and clean my clothes.

I cringed a little and rubbed my empty tummy and looked down at myself. I can almost feel mein ribs a little….I vonder if maybe I could drown meinself...sounds better zhan living in zhis hell…..I mean….I'm just a kid for crying out loud….. My thought were interrupted when I ran into something….or rather someone…

"Vatch vhere jou're going jou dummkopf!" I looked up and for the first time I felt a little hope for the person I saw in front of me felt and looked so familiar…."B…..B…..B…..Bru….der….? Bru…..der…..Bruder!" I cried and hugged his leg.

"Ah! Vhat zhe hell?!" He ripped his leg away from me and looked down at me angrily. "Vhat zhe hell are jou doing?"

I looked up him desperately. "B-Bruder...please….do you know me? Help me..."

"Vhy?! Stay avay from me! Vhat kind of sick joke is zhis anyvay?!" He shoved past me muttering something like damn cosplayers but I didn't even know what that meant.

"Vait!" I cried and ran after him. "Bruder! Bruder vait! Please don't leave me alone!" I tugged on his pant. "Bru-"

He whipped around and threw me to the ground harshly. "Do not call me zhat! Come after me again und I vill make sure jou never see zhe light of day again. Mein bruder died two months ago."

I sobbed as he once again turned his back to me and became just another face in the crowd. I did couldn't get up. I didn't have the strength anymore. Every time I get back up I'm just knocked on my ass again. Let that fucking brit find me if he wants. Let people make fun of me if they want. Do with me what they will. I've finally given up. When suddenly….I swear it was an angels voice I heard...spoke softly.

"Hey little guy whats wrong?"

I assumed he was talking to someone else and didn't look up figuring that my hair and eyes would just scare him away anyway. Then I felt a hand on my back.

"Whats your name?"

I sniffled and raised the slightest bit. "G-Gilbert….who….who are you?"

He smiled and held out his hand a little. "I'm Canada, or Matthew."