That was his way to forget about the feeling. He would make jokes, flirt, be the class clown out of all the stuck up tense countries that would do nothing else other than yell at each other. He had only two good friends, the Spaniard and the Frenchman.
This didn't count his little brother. His brother was quite different from him, most people at first don't believe that they're actually brothers. The main factor was because the Prussian was albino, while his brother was filled with color. Truth be told, it kind of made the older one jealous.
How can his little brother, ever since he's grown up he's been a stick in the mud, be so colorful while he, the one who brought noise and color everywhere he went, was so white. It wasn't fair. It was almost as if a huge eraser had come and taken away everything except the red color in his eyes.
The very color which made people believe he wasn't human.
'It's as if God had tried to erase me from existence before I was even born,' he thought, walking solemnly down the street. He'd always take the sympathetic, lonely walks at night, when few people walked. If he would ever walk in the sunlight, he always brought either his friends or his brother with him, not wanting to hear the torment or poisonous words of people he passed.
A sudden hit on his shoulder caused him to lose all train of thought while letting out a slight hiss. Most people didn't notice it, but underneath the clothing held something about his past. Something he couldn't erase from him and his memory as easily as erasing sections in his diaries.
Scars. Most people would boast about them, show them off not only to their friends, but to women as well. Their minds so fixed on women thinking they were 'So amazing.' The Prussian, on the other hand, was ashamed of them.
The even paler, silvery scars held as much of his history in them as pain. Even the one's he got from his childhood years still ached and throbbed, especially when touched. Around his wrists, were scars from which a rope had been tied.
He closes his eyes tight as he still remembers the ugly things they screamed at him while the fire was trying desperately to engulf the young boy. Tears started welling in his eyes as he remembered that not only did they tried to burn him, but they tried to drown him as well. Finding out he couldn't swim, they left him to sink to the bottom. He still can't believe his people did this. His own people!
But the thing that hurt him the most that day, wasn't the villagers, it was his father. It was his father who rescued him from the watery depth he was in. As the young child gasped for breath the countenance of disappointment never left his fathers face. When he caught his breath, he opened his mouth to speak, only to stare in shock when his father called him stupid.
The Prussian let the tears fall from his cheeks, remembering how many times he asked 'Why?'. Why was he put through all these hardships? All this pain and misery, just for the haunting feeling that he would soon disappear? It didn't seem worth it.
"Excuse me, sir," called a voice, snapping the Prussia back into reality, "I saw you standing here alone and I was worried about you." The albino sighed, this was to good to be true. No one could ever care about him.
"Sir, please talk to me," she called again, "I don't want to see your unique face in next weeks obituaries." He couldn't help but look up at the voice now, his ruby eyes soaking in her features as best as he could.
She was colorful. Long brown hair flowing past her shoulders to her lower back as it was bounded into a ponytail. Her skin was a beautiful caramel brown, her hair was protruding out and cup her face if it wasn't in her ponytail.
Her eyes caught his attention. An unnatural bright orange was a brilliant contrast to her browns and caramel. Such a perfect body yet such a strange eyes color. Was she drug through torture like he was?
"Um, sir," she said calmly, "Could you stop staring at me? You're starting to creep me out." He shook his head slightly, not realizing that he had been staring for that long.
"Sorry," he called slightly, "I just...What's your name frau?" The woman chuckled slightly before she held out a hand. He slowly took a hold of it.
"Names Sandra," she shaking his hand calmly, "What's yours?" He couldn't help but smile, not his crooked look-at-me smile, but a genuine smile.
"Gilbert, Gilbert Belschmidt."
The German man couldn't help but laugh when he saw his brother failing to get information from the newly introduced U.N. member. Even with the worry in his gut, he couldn't help but smile when his 'Awesome brother' failed.
Everyone else had felt it once already, whether it be for some human they grew attached to or another family member, they've all felt it. The growing feeling of dread which never seemed to leave. But that one Prussian helped them forget it, helped them laugh at his antics, even when they absolutely hated him.
The female he was following decided to take a seat by the German, who was still chuckling at the fact that his brother was still being denied information. Ludwig could tell the woman was just picking on his brother, trying to make him work for the answer. He felt his smile falter a bit as he saw the shine in his brothers eyes, something he hadn't seen in a while.
It was love. Granted, the Prussian always had it there when with Ludwig, but no one else seemed to make them shine, not even Gilbert's precious friends. Ludwig felt his heart fell, knowing that his brother wouldn't be able to feel it for long.
"You alright there bro," called Gilbert to his little brother. Out of pure reaction to his brothers calling, Germany put his smile back on.
"Ja, I'm just grand," he said as happily as he could. The frown which now covered the Prussian mans face told Ludwig he wasn't buying into his lie.
"Tell me the truth," Gilbert growled. Ludwig couldn't help but shake his head.
"Don't worry," he stated calmly, "I'll tell you later, just enjoy yourself now." Gilbert began to smile as he tried to interrogate the women once more.
Gilbert didn't know what it was about the women next to him. The women he met just yesterday. It wasn't her looks, nor her colors, but something about her being close to him,
Always...
Made him feel like...
The Awesome One
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