EnglandXReader Im Left Alone Chap. 10

The polls are in! And the results are…
Gilbert: || 2
Kiku: ‘| 1.5
Yao: | 1

Thank you, to my 4 voters.

Its ON!

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*{*Gilbert’s POV*}*

Me and mein awesome bird Gilbird were walking down the street when I found one of Lutz’s schoolmates running. He looked rather suspicious, so I stopped him.

“Yo, Albert or vatever,” I said to him, picking him up by his backpack, “vere do you zink you’re going?”

“Let go!” he yelled, kicking and punching, “I have to go… somewhere!”

I glared with mein awesome eyes. “You’re running avey, aren’t you? You are carrying a bat and have a bag full of food.”

“N-No! And before I forget, my name is ALFRED! Not Albert, you German jerk! You’re related to Ludwig, aren’t you? Let me GO!”

Mein awesome laugh made him stop. “Mein awesome brother Ludvig DOES go to school with you. Vell, if you stop your squirming, I vill let you stay with us,” I said, being my usual generously awesome self.

He looked at me, confused. “S-Seriously? You won’t snitch?”

“Ve vill see,” I said, still slightly worried about him running away.


*{*Ludwig’s POV*}*


Mein dümkoff brüder brought home one of the most annoying people from school. Said he tried to run from home. Doesn’t know if he should call someone or not, but all Alfred is doing is sitting on the couch hugging his backpack.

“Vat ver you zinking? You could get killed running avey! A soldier never runs avey from his troop!”

He mumbled something incoherent. “Speak up!”

“What happens if the soldier’s troop is corrupt, huh? Does the soldier still have to stay?”

This caught me off guard. “Vat do you mean, ‘corrupt’?”

“I won’t go back! My stepmother and father no longer care, my step brother is a jerk, and I’m stuck there alone! I don’t want to go back!”

This made me feel a bit bad for him, but I stood my ground. “Vell… Zen… Alfred zat can’t be true. You have to be over-exaggerating.”

“I’m not! They don’t care anymore! The only one who does is my brother Mathew, but he’s in Canada, and if I did talk to him, he would suggest more family therapy or whatever it’s called. It doesn’t work and it will never work!” he said as-a-matter-of-factly.

I didn’t know what to say, so I pulled mein bruder into the other room. “Vat should ve do?”

“I don’t know. Zat Alfred kid seems pretty beat up about zis… Should we keep him here?”

“Fein… Only for a little vile.”