The Trainer

Most people thought he was mean, strict, even a bit harsh against anyone he seemed to know, with the exception of his older brother. Granted, other people only seemed to see him when he was in training which, he will admit, lets lose of his competitive side. Truthfully, he just didn't want anyone to go through what his brother did.

 

HEY! Being the smaller brother doesn't mean it cuts off the right to want to protect your older siblings! It definitely gives you the right to be a bit overprotective about your younger ones though.

 

But other people never saw that. Even his country's reputation was that of something terrible. The holocaust, the country who started the World Wars, almost everything any tourist wanted to know about was all negatives. He had positives.

 

At least a few.

 

He sighed as he put his hands to his head, putting enough force upon it to push his hear back as he ran his hands across his skull. There was no point in trying to tell people different, they'd only think of him as one thing.

 

 

The strict trainer.

 

 

 

 His fingers drummed against the table as he watched his siblings smiling and laughing. He was growing quite annoyed simply because of their drinking habits. The Prussian man had a mug of beer in his hand while the other was around his half German-Prussian sister, who respectively held a bottle of beer in her free hand.

 

Sometimes, family was just embarrassing.

 

He brought a gloved hand to his face, covering up one of his light blue eyes as his other brought his mug up to his mouth. The amber liquid flowed past his lips and smoothly down his throat. He will admit, he liked the taste of the alcohol going through his body, but he knew his limits.

 

He watched as his brother was eyeing a certain little waiter, watching her as she weaved her way through the crowd. The German couldn't help but roll his eyes. Figures, not even a week into a relationship and he's already checking out other gi-

 

Ludwig felt himself froze when he saw his brother stand up and started making his way to the woman. No no no no no, Ludwig's inner voice screamed, This isn't right don't do it. He watched as the albino lifted his hand and gently touched the woman's shoulder.

 

 No wonder his brother was watching her, it WAS his girlfriend. She turned around, a bit peeved, only for her growl to melt away into a smile as she wrapped her arms around the male in a hug. The German let out a soft sigh as he heard a weight applied onto the chair next to him.

 

"Big brother," cooed a slurred familiar voice, "Why haven't you found a girl like Bigger brother has?" Ludwig felt his shoulders raise, his sky blue eyes finding the darker tint of his little sisters. If you didn't know one or the other, you would say that these two siblings were suppose to be twins.

 

"I don't know, Geneva," he stated calmly, "Maybe it's because no one wants a drunken man." He couldn't help but smile as the smaller figure let out a chorus of laughs.

 

"Then Bigger brother shouldn't have a girl," she giggled, before standing, her face turning serious as she patted her brothers shoulder, "Seriously though, I'm a bit surprised you don't have a girl yet." The German rubbed his eye as his sister left him alone once again.

 

"So am I," he muttered.

 

Ludwig groaned as his alarm clock started blaring. The German siblings ended up coming home around 3 in the morning, Ludwig having to pry Gilbert away from the Andorran and Geneva away from the Italian in order to get them home.

 

As if that wasn't hell enough...

 

He kept having nightmares. They were always so vivid, so twisted and gruesomely bent that it caused the German man to wake up in freight, but it was never enough to stick into his well trained memory. Any time he seemed to close his eyes that night, the same distorted movie would play on the black screen of his eyes.

 

The only thing he seemed to remember from these dreams was her face. She looked familiar. Almost as if he's seen her before. 

 

A sudden knock on the door caused his train of thought to break down. Letting lose another groan, Ludwig got out of bed and opened the door, wincing slightly at the light change.

 

"Hello, Ludwig," called the peppy little Italian man, "I've got someone knew I would like you to meet." The German nodded, walking slowly past the other male and further, his feet following the trail into the kitchen. He mustn't have heard the Italian's man yells of warning, for when he turned the corner, he was met with quite the sight.

 

The woman from his nightmares was right there, in his kitchen.

 

She looked like she was a relative of the two Italian brothers the German had to live with. Her hair was the perfect shade of brown, ridding somewhere in the middle of the other one's. Her skin was tan, but not overly like the foul mouth Italian he was stuck with.

 

Her eyes were another story.

 

They were a deep forest green and hid something that even dulled her smile sweetly painted across her face. Ludwig was quite curious as to why this was. Feliciano came in, only to look at the two beings.

 

“L-Ludwig, this is my sister,” the small male explained, “she’s the representation of Sicily.” The female across from him bowed, pushing the German to nod in reply.

 

“My name is Zeta Vargas,” she said softly holding out her hand.

 

“Ludwig Beilshmit,” Ludwig stated calmly, taking her hand and shaking it. His brain immediately took a note on how strong her grip was, but his eyes found something else. But he just played it off as his imagination.

 

“Well, Ludwig,” she said with a soft smile, “Hopefully I get to learn more about you.” He felt himself nod, a smile appearing on his face.

 

“As I about you my lady,” he said, watching as a small blush appeared upon the woman’s cheeks. He couldn’t help but feel that this Italian was much different from her brothers. A part of him hoped to get and know the small figure in front of him. The other feared for one thing, if she was within his nightmares, would what he saw be a warning of what is to come?

 

Or something that has already happened…

 

 

He watched as the Italian siblings go through their new training course, preparing themselves for hand to hand combat. If he could say himself, the female already knew so much, she didn’t need more training. She knew how to stand, attack, even how to defend was almost like second nature.

 

He realized he was watching her, examining her every movement. Her darker hair matted to her skin thanks to her sweat, her tank top and pants were baggy and allowed enough movement to fight. He was about to think what else shined about her, when a familiar laugh hit his ears.

 

“Hey brother, you still checking out the Italian female,” yelled the Prussian, the German hissing out a shush and praying that she didn’t hear that comment. When the blond turned his head, she didn’t seem to be fazed about anything nonrelated to their fight.

 

“You need a filter,” the younger brother said punching the other one in the arm. The albino male let out another laugh.

 

“And you need to grow a pair and ask her out,” he called, quieter not wanting to do the favor for his brother. The only thing that could make it worse is if his little sister added into it.

 

“Who’s he asking out,” a feminine voice called.

 

Speak of the devil.

 

“Our middle brother is crushing on the new Italian girl,” Gilbert teased. The blond female couldn’t help but laugh.

 

“I could ask her out for you if you want me to,” she giggled, slapping the bigger male across the back. Ludwig coughed slightly as he glared at her. This was a few things he hated about his siblings, never able to take anything seriously and never keeping anything quiet. All three of them looked up to see where she was.

 

Only to find Feliciano running in one direction.

 

“Feliciano where are you going,” the German called, causing the Italian to freeze in his tracks. The smaller male turned around, shaking slightly as he faced his friend.

 

“It’s Zeta,” he said only loud enough for them to hear, “A group of girls came along and were talking mean to her. She ran off, and I need to find her.” Ludwig felt his heart fall slightly. She was smack talked and the ones in charge didn’t even know about it.

 

Feeling guilt and a small twang of something else drug the man’s feet forward with the Italians as they searched the streets on their way back to the house. Finding not even the slightest clue on where she could be, the German met up with a crying Italian on the doorstep.

 

“L-ludwig, I’m scared,” he cried as he hugged the bigger man, “What if we aren’t able to find her? What if were too late?” Confusion struck Ludwig’s face.

 

“What do you mean,” he asked, trying to understand why they’d be late. The Italian’s face soured, his eyes watering even more as they showed he was trying to make a tough decision.

 

“You shouldn’t know this,” he spoke softly, “but my sister has had a low self-esteem ever since she was born. She’s already so bad, she needs me to talk to her to make herself feel better, but when stupid girls insult her, not even I can stop her from doing things.”

 

“What things,” Ludwig asked. He wanted to know exactly where this was going. Feliciano’s eyes tear up drastically as he started bawling again.

 

“She does things from cutting herself to committing suicide,” the Italian explained, “You don’t know how many times I’ve caught her with a razor in her hand, and how many more I’ve caught her on a cliff! I know you’ve seen her scars!”

 

Needless to say, the German expected something similar to that. The fact that her eyes were dull and sad kind of gave anyone that strange vibe. But the committing suicide was a bit extreme. Being who he was, he had done quite a few extreme things, but this was extreme for his liking.

 

Anger started fueling the blonde’s body. His anger fueling him to pry the crying man from his body and plowing past the door.

 

“Zeta,” he screamed, his booming voice echoing off the empty walls. His bright blue eyes scanning the area for any signs to where she was, but couldn’t find once. He growled softly as he dashed through the hall, swinging doors open with such a force, the whole house shook.

 

He erupted from the last guest bedroom with only one room left, his bedroom. He grabbed the door knob and wrenched the door open, causing the woman inside to jump. He saw the shine of a knife in her hands, wrists already cut and the blade aimed for her gut.

 

“Don’t you dare think about doing such a thing,” he yelled, stepping towards her, going onto his knees and wrenching the blade from her hand, “Why would you do this?” Tears started rolling down her cheeks.

 

“Why? WHY?!” she screamed, “I’m a failure! I’m a weakling in a society of mutilation! The meaning of my name is little girl! That’s all I am and that’s all I ever be! No man ever wants to be with a little girl!”

 

“You are anything but a little girl,” he called back. Her eyes snapped up, tears welled up and sadness lining them fully. Ludwig let out a soft sigh, getting close to her putting his hand on her shoulder.

 

“Any guy would be lucky to have a woman like you,” he stated, his bright blue eyes looking into her dark green eyes, “You’re creative, calm, unbelievable at hand to hand combat, one of the strongest girls I’ve ever met, beautiful,” he sighed as his hand fell, pulling her wrist up, showing all of the scars, “Even with your scars.”

 

The tears in the woman’s eyes just multiplied before she shook her head, throwing her arms around him, hugging him close as she let out shoulder racking joyful sobs. Small quiet thank you’s left her lips and found their way to his ears. After a while, she broke, wiping her eyes free of any stray tears and a small smile appeared on her face.

 

Her eyes shining with happiness.

 

“Thanks Ludwig,” she whispered, standing slightly, “Um, do you mind sharing dinner with me? I’m not really good at cooking, plus I want to get to know you more.” Ludwig smiled as he stood up, offering an open hand to her, which she took greatly.

 

For once, this German was happy that he was the hard headed man everyone thought he was. Refusing to take no for an answer, he had saved the life of someone dear. He stopped the nightmare from ever happening again.

 

For this one moment, he was glad he was the strict,

 

 

 

Angry,

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Trainer.