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Love is defined as affection towards another person.  This definition does not limit this powerful emotion to just a man and a woman.  Of course there are many types of love, such as that of a parent towards a child, or a good friendship, but focus on romantic love.  The constitution does not say that love must be confined to a man and a woman either.  Yet we as the United States of America still leave it up to states to allow or ban two people of the same sex to become legally married.  Some religions believe that homosexuals will go to hell, and some people believe that the planet should be ridden of this “filth.”  Is it wrong to love? Government limits love, religion limits love, and intolerant people limit love, and we must all put up with the hate thrown at us until we can stand up for what is right.

The United States government allows discrimination even though we have the pursuit of happiness.  They do not say that two people of the same sex cannot be together, yet they still limit our freedom as human beings.  In very few states are homosexuals allowed to have a civil union, and in even fewer they are allowed to be married.  Some people say that civil unions are marriages, but they are most certainly not.  Just as an example, marriages are kept across state lines.  For instance, if a couple gets married in California, which allows civil unions and marriages, and they move to Nevada, they are no longer considered “married”.  This is only one example of many differences that separate civil unions from marriages.  By depriving a certain people a right shared by everyone else is discrimination, and by separating a people from others is segregation.  The government sets the rules and the path for the country, and if the government discriminates, people seem to think that it is acceptable when it is clearly not.

In some religions, homosexuality is thought to be a sin, punishable by a life in hell.  That is similar to saying that all people who like to eat pizza will go to hell.  Although these emotions may seem irrational to a third party, somehow they feel natural to those who believe them.  Hitler persuaded an entire nation to believe that Jews were the reason for Germany's downfall, and some, but not all religions are beginning to share traits with this horrific man's work.  There is an online religious site that supposedly “cures” homosexuality.  On this site, the message “God hates fags” is written as well as an entire list of over 50 bands that supposedly promote homosexuality, many of which are popular among today's teens.

They are ideas like these which are instilled within childrens minds and stay throughout their lives.  Parents are the biggest role models in families, therefore if parents act ignorant and intolerant, it is most likely that their  children will be the same.  Religion and government influence people enough for 6 million Jews to be killed in Germany and certainly enough for 3rd graders to be running around calling each other fags, when they most likely have no idea what it means.  Someone once said, “Why is there enough religion to incite war, but not enough to instill tolerance?”  This question should be asked around the world because we desperately need help if we are to continue as a whole nation.
"I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of America, and to the Republic for which it stands: one Nation under God, indivisible, With Liberty and Justice for all."

Think about this pledge when you read this editorial.

I wrote this for a English project.
I would love constructive criticism, however, please be kind.

I have a close connection to to this topic which is why I chose to write on it.
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This is hwo i really feel and always will feel~):
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12. Insanity

Thu Jul 25, 2013, 8:32 AM
This is crazy.
It sure seems hazy.

Why do I keep doing this?
Searching for elusive bliss.

I find myself ever chasing.
From one to the other, racing.

I know what will happen after.
And it sure ain't no laughter.

I can't stand how it makes one feel.
It takes a long time for me to heal.

But for some reason I  still do it.
I know, stupid, I must admit.

I keep thinking this is the one.
After all this time, I've finally won.

So how come it never is?
And I just sit here with my frizz.

Why am I the one who always gets hurt?
And want to bury myself within the dirt?

Don't I deserve better?
What, no time for a letter?

Sometimes I think I might be messed up.
But then again who isn't?

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Here's to the mother who never cared

The brother and sister who wouldn't share


Here's to the teachers who never asked

The students and peers who always passed


Here's to the man who sat on the road

The homeless and weak who cracked the code


Here's to the animals who sat by my side

The big and small ones who held me as I cried


Here's to the father who wanted to know why

The nieces and nephews who waved goodbye


Here's to the counselors who wanted to hear

The faculty and staff who shed not a tear


Here's to the woman who grasped the hard truth

The doctor and nurse who labeled my papers “Ruth”


Here's to the teddy who grasped my hand

The lions and tigers who could understand


Here's to the bully who prayed for my death

The mean and cruel who still called me “Seth”


Here's to the people who prayed not for me

The good and evil whose 'morals' I couldn't see


Here's to the gates who opened their arms

The angels and guardians who meant no harm


Here's to the God who opened his heart

The lord and savior who watched me fall apart

Here's to the silence.

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Writing (c) :iconamerfere:
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*The Tree That Was Seen*

Once upon a time, on a planet far away, there lived a little tree. But this was no ordinary tree, no, this little tree could speak. She could speak to the Sun, oh what bright conversations they would have! Every morning he would greet her with a loud, boisterous HELLO!!! and then the two would talk for hours.

They talked about the brightness of his light, his magnificent rays, the perfect symmetrical shape of his body, and how healthy he made her leaves. But before long, the Sun would go to sleep, and a smaller, dimmer, shy little moon would appear in the sky.

He watched over the tree every night, but had never, not even once, said hi. The little tree, being a lover of the day, would fall to sleep, and wait for sunrise. And so it was every day and night, the Sun would shine, the Moon would pass by.

Days, turned to years, and the tree grew strong in the Sun. The Sun, would gloat about what he accomplished. "Look, dear Tree, and see what I've made you! I've made you stronger, I've made you better, and see how beautiful you are with me."

"Yes, I see." said the fair, little tree. For she knew all the things the Sun said were true. Yet, still she wondered. "Sun," she whispered, "Do you think, there's anything special about me?"

"Special? About you? Why certainly!" The sun boasted. "In your leaves I can see a perfect reflection of me!" Silently, the little tree closed her eyes and cried. But the Sun couldn't see beneath her shining leaves. He chatted on while the tree only listened, till finally it was time and the Sun said goodnight.

The little tree shuddered alone in the wind. No one can see me, she thought with tears in her eyes, and started to retreat deep, deep inside…

"Why do you cry?" A sweet voice called in the dark. The little tree opened her eyes to a cool, dim light. When she looked up to see who had spoken, she saw the shy Moon, eyes focused and open.

"You, can see me? But how?" The little tree questioned, and began to look around. The world looked so different in the pale light. And the little tree saw a new world for the first time, as all sorts of creatures came out and bustled about their lives.

"It is true, my light is not the brightest. But I shine enough to see your leaves, and the beauty you hide behind it." The little tree, amazed someone could see her, stayed awake all night, with a smile big, and dimly bright.

In the morning when the Sun arrived singing his usual tune, the tree fell asleep. And the Moon whispered "See you soon."
Okay, no matter how old I get, I will always love a good bedtime story. So, tonight, I decided to attempt something I've never tried: write a children's story for bedtime! *dundunduuuuun* It could use a little editing, mhmm.

UPDATE:
Thank you all for the comments and replies! I suppose I wrote this story with the intention of showing kids to not take people for granted. And sometimes help comes from unexpected places. What do you think??
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Regards sur un temps
Tous se contrent sans converger,
Chemins divergents
Pour amener
Vers d'autres adjacents.

Ô pleurs de la mer
Et désespoir,
De voir cette Terre
Comme un cauchemar.

Visions de ce monde
Regards échangés, ressentis,
Humeurs vagabondes
Dites épanouies
En voyageant sur l'onde.


ʆé Ƿandrere, Juillet 2013.
Poetry in French, the text says:

Snapshots of a time
All crossing without converging,
divergent paths
to bring
To other adjacent.

O tears of the sea
And despair,
Seeing this Earth
Like a nightmare.

Visions of this world
Exchanged glances, felt,
moods wandering
called blooming
traveling on the wave.
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I don't like walnuts.
I have 2 cats. But I'm a dog person.
I like the color blue. But dislike lavender.
I have lots of books that I read.
I have no religion but wish to someday.
I like to sing and play piano.
Freddy Mercury is my celebrity hero.
I think it's okay to hang out with straight people.
But I feel uncomfortable changing in a locker room.
I try to see people for their soul and not for their looks.
I'm self conscious about my body and appearance.
Some techno annoys me beyond understanding.
I'm allergic to bug bites.
Part of me has gave up on love
but another part is hopeful that some day I'll find someone.
Sometimes I'm scared of the dark.
I don't like Cher or Britney Spears very much.
I like the quirky, the unusual, and the strange
I believe in ghosts and the spirit world.
I don't worship the devil.
I try and act tough most of the time.
Cottage cheese I find to be disgusting.
I love art and all kinds of music.
I like getting to know new people and share thoughts.
I sometimes like to argue and stand for my beliefs.
Someday I want to travel the world.
I love learning about new things.
I love to help people with their problems.
One day I want to be an art therapist.
I'm a virgin and never have been kissed.
I believe that virginity and first kiss to be very special.
I think beanbag chairs are amazing seats. Every cubical should have one.
I was scared of geese as a child.
My name is Zachary Thomas Booker Scott.
And I'm gay.
But there's more to me than that.  
Some people will judge you by one thing and maybe even hate you. I just want those people to know there's more to me being gay.
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*

...with someone you shouldn’t have fallen in love with?


i.

I can feel you stirring again inside of me, like an itch I’ve just scratched which bubbles away under my skin, not quite becoming fully fledged, but crying for attention; a child’s painting left out in the rain to ruin. Is it love? …or is it simply an obsession, burning away at my heart: eating and corroding my rationality until I feel I cannot bear it any longer, until I feel it consuming me, its long amber tongue flickering and smouldering as it wraps itself around my heart, constricting, squeezing, making me gasp for the air we breathe together.

ii.     

I long to touch you, hold you close to me and feel your heart beat quicken, entwining with the rhythm of my own. Insecurity laces my tongue, holding me back as I see you now through the eyes of a lover, uncontested perfection. You walk past me, looking at me as a knight would a beggar, seeing only rags and melancholic aspirations, the warm glow worm of love fallen like a star from your eyes. A smile is on my face as you return it, in reality it is nothing more than a gash in a rotten orange, grinning like a slashed Halloween pumpkin. False hope holds my hand, drifting me along the valley of hope; you love me as I love you.

iii.

You are my thrill, something I cannot have, but want, need, wish for. Like ripples along a calm, unbroken surface you pulsate, growing in strength to become a roaring tirade in my thoughts. Shimmering blue pathways erupt with crimson and ruby, flowing in my consciousness as radiant as the blood singing your name as it races to keep me alive. Alas, you are not the only one who resides here as a shower of calm, steady green drenches your vibrancy, melting the liveliness, packaging you away once more into the depths of my double-dark mind.


iv.

To risk is to dare, and to dare is to adventure. Am I ready? I yearn for it, sense it prickling through my veins at night time, longing to be out of these arms and into another’s. I push you away into the cold shadowy air, burying you in the snowflakes rapping at my window, calling me, calling me. To love is to set free, but instead I push you further away, fracturing the rose-thorn bindings between us, urging myself deeper into the tender arms of my true beloved as I feel your fingers whisper through my hair, deathly cold. I ignore your soft call, willing every fibre I can control not to turn, or even move to acknowledge your presence. Can’t you hear my mind screaming as you leave, weeping and wailing until you return? I’ll wait - but only for so long… avoidance and ignorance is hard to bear…

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v.

Your words embody a thousand buffets of stone, a searing, white-hot iron, a sinisterly gleaming knife edge. They devour everything within me, nibbling at my gut until I retch. The hardest thing for me to do is to watch you love another, to want her for all eternity, while I lay here, cold and broken, knowing I have to let you go. I should be grateful that I have another, too, but the mute sadness is engulfing me, my eyes weeping, washing away the last of the fragile promises you left unfulfilled. You never really wanted me - I think - but I can never know for sure. Nothing was made clear to me, everything hidden away in an enigma, taunting me, haunting me. Perhaps I saw things that were not there, things seen out of the corner of my eye, like an elusive teardrop curling, dripping and gone.

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vi.

Later, I let go of the crab’s claw, the vice-grip of turmoil falling away, allowing myself to be purged of you. Like a tumour removed, I believe that you are gone, when in truth you have retreated further into me, concealing yourself from my consciousness with a thin veil. I can sense you are there, feel your ghost bathing in my body, renewing and rebuilding in strength. How can I let you go? I have known you for too long, my first love, the pure white rose damasked lust-red, bloodied by blindness. You have become woven into my soul, my life, my heart. To amputate you is to eliminate me.

vii.      

Today I must be swift with my might, pulling you up like a nettle in my mind, before you can thrive once again and sting me. Severing is never easy. Pain is unbearable, blackening my vision, clouding my thoughts. I sap the essence of others, traversing their buoyancy to keep my head above the ever swelling tide. You are still floating in my private aquarium, your nose pointing above the surface, keeping you alive. The waters are calming, though, rationalising my desire-red thoughts, colouring them pastel; every time I dip below the salty surface to glimpse, you are no more than a friend, ever receding, ever transitory. Now I have the strength to submerge you entirely, submitting you for the final time to the watery depths.

Goodbye, my love.

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Even the stars they burn in an unrequited dance of fission-fusion energy


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:love: this is my Prosetry contest entry for :iconlitplease:'s contest!


Critique and comments are most welcome, I am aiming to give this a review and an edit to polish it up.
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You let out a quiet gasp as you saw Elizabeta and Gilbert kiss. Your feet just automatically moved. You ran with tears coming out of your eyes, you didn't care where you were going, as long as you were far away from him.


~~FLASHBACK~~


The duo, from the Bad Touch Trio, Francis and Antonio were dragging you to who knows where.

You tried getting away, but both of them got a hold of your arms.

They stopped in front of the boy's locker and you gave them both a confused glance. They smirked and shoved you inside, closing it.

You quickly got up and banged on the door.

"P-Please let me out!" you begged but you heard nothing in response.

You sobbed quietly and collapsed on the floor. You were really scared of being alone by yourself. You didn't like it. It made you feel like no one cared about your existence. Well, even if you were surrounded by people, no one would notice you anyway. You were really shy and didn't like attention that much, but being around people you knew made you feel a little comfortable and safe.

You suddenly heard footsteps behind you. Every step made your heart beat faster. You were scared. What if it was a bully who might torture or worse, what if it was a murderer or a kidnapper? The thought made you tremble in fear. You put your hands on your head and cried.
You felt a hand on your shoulder and you started screaming, "Please don't hurt me!" multiple times until you heard the stranger speak.

"_____, it's the awesome me." You ceased your crying and looked over your shoulder to see Gilbert. You and Gilbert weren't that close but he would always cheer you up when you were down and spend some time with you when you're alone by yourself. And you consider him as your friend.

New tears started forming your eyes. You were so scared and frightened and you felt like hugging him, but you were too shy. Gilbert must have noticed this and hugged you. You felt so safe wrapped around his arms and it made your stomach boil. You grip his uniform and buried your face on his shoulder and he whispered sweet things to calm you down.

He might be egoistic and loud but he's really sweet and gentle when he wants to be. Those are the things you really like about him. You still haven't even notice that you were in love with him though.

You stopped crying and pulled away, wiping the remaining tears in your eyes. Gilbert lifted your chin up and wiped them with his sleeve. You felt your face heat up and you quickly look away.

Gilbert let out his trademark laugh and patted your head.

"I guess Antonio und Francis vas a little hard on you." He said with a smile.

"Y-You mean, you told them to?" you ask furrowing your brows.

"Y-Yeah, I vanted to talk to you alone." He said scratching his neck.

"You could have just said so." You mumbled.


"……….."


There was an awkward silence and you were the first to break it.

"S-So, why did you bring me h-here? And why does it have to be in the boy's locker room?" You mumbled the last part quietly.

"I vant to tell you somezthing ______."

He moved closer to you, your face were inches away. You flushed red and moved away but he stopped you by cupping your face, making you look him in the eyes.

You're not really comfortable when it comes to physical contact.

"G-Gilb-bert, y-your too clo-"

He closed the gap between you two by pressing his lips against yours. You were staying still for a moment, but eventually kissed back.

You pulled away first to regain your breath. It felt like you two were kissing.

"_____."

You glance at the albino (Who's not so albino now cause of so much red on his face) and you had to admit, he looked really adorable when he blushed like that.

"I-Ich liebe dich."

You gasped and felt a tear ran down your cheek.

Meanwhile, Gilbert felt really stresses. He was starting to regret confessing to you because you'd been quiet for quite some time now.

The silence was making him uneasy so he spoke.

"______, if you don't feel the same way I-"

You hugged him and buried your face on his shirt.

"I-I love you too Gil." You whispered.

He smiled and snaked his arms around you and kissed your forehead.

"Meet me at the gate after school _____. I have something to give you." He whispered.


~~END OF FLASHBACK~~


You stopped running when you felt something wet hit your cheek other than tears. It felt cold. You look up and water poured down. It was raining. You were so busy running away that you forgot that there would be a storm coming.

You look around and noticed that this place didn't look like your usual neighborhood. You were lost. You sighed and kept walking with your head down. It's better than standing around and doing nothing. You didn't like staying in one place for too long so walking is kind of your habit and it helps you clear your mind like your taking a therapy.

While walking, you felt your head starting to ache and your body felt like it was on fire.

You suddenly bumped into something or someone. You looked up and saw a tall blonde. You recognized him somewhere but you can't seem to see his face. Your vision became blurry and you fainted.


~~LUDWIG'S P.O.V. ~~


I was heading home with some groceries when I suddenly felt someone bump into me. I turned around and saw ______ with a dull look on her face und she was soaked to the bone, so I tried cheering her up.

"Hallo ______." I exclaimed in my native language then, she suddenly fainted. Luckily I caught her in time. I put a hand on her forehead, und mein gott she was burning up.

I didn't know where she lives, so I had to take her home with me.

When I got home, I laid ______ on the couch und put the groceries on the kitchen table. I had so much work to do but ______ had to come first. I wish mein bruder was here to help.

I got a towel and some clothes from my room then went to _____'s side. I felt her forehead again and her temperature was rising.

I had to change her clothes before it got worst but, how am I supposed to do it? I blushed at the thought. I shook my head vigorously. I sighed and decided to wake up Monika*.

I went to her room and shook her body.

"Schwester, vake up." She jerked around then sat up.

"What is it bruder?" she ask rubbing her eye.

"Can you do me a favor?"


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"I'm finished bruder." Monika said as she stepped inside the kitchen where Ludwig was cooking dinner.

"Ja, danke Schwester." He said as he set the food on the table.

"Where's Gilbert? I thought he'd be home by now." She said as she sat down.

"Maybe he's out drinking again." Ludwig said as he sat down on his chair and took a sip of his coffee.

"Bruder, that girl you just brought, isn't she the one Gilbert likes?" she asked as she took a bite of her food.

"Now zhat you mention, I zhink she iz. But I thought-"

Ludwig was interrupted by a loud noise. It came from the living room. Both Germans ran to the living room to see Gilbert soaked wet.

"Sorry I'm late Lud-" he stopped when he saw you sleeping on the couch.

"__-_____, wha-what is she doing here?" he ask pointing at your sleeping form.

"I'll tell you later but first, go get change before you get zick too." Ludwig commanded.


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"Vhere vere you Bruder?!" Ludwig yelled at the albino who was sulking on his bed.

"I was, waiting for her." He said bluntly.

"You mean _____?"

Gilbert nodded.

Ludwig sighed and sat beside his brother.

"Tell me vhat happened."

"After I confessed to her, I told her to meet me outside the gate but she never came."

Gilbert said and buried his face on his Prussian flag pillow.

Ludwig felt sorry for his brother. He knew how much his brother liked ______. But something wasn't right; ______ would never ignore a request from anyone. Something must have made her upset. Then again, Gilbert always made people upset without him knowing it. Ludwig sighed and put a hand on his brother's shoulder.

"It's okay bruder. You can talk to her in the morning." He said and left.

Ludwig went back to the living room to see Monika holding a thermometer.

"How is she schwester?" he asked.

"Her fever is starting to go down. She'll be okay in the morning." She said.

"Zhat's good. Thank you for helping me."

"Anytime bruder. Gute Nacht." She said and gave his brother a good night kiss on the cheek.

"Gute Nacht schwester."

After Monika left, Ludwig pulled the blanket over your shoulder and sat on the floor beside you and quickly fell asleep himself.

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Hurrdurr, I checked over it~!
You don't have many mistakes, and your language is great! ^^
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Blue-Divine said the following:

You let out a quiet gasp as you saw Elizabeta and Gilbert kissed. Your feet just automatically moved. You ran with tears coming out of your eyes, you didn't care where to go as long as you're far away from him.


~~FLASHBACK~~


The duo, from the Bad Touch Trio, Francis and Antonio were dragging you to who knows where.

You tried getting away but both of them got a hold of your arms.

They stopped in front of the boy's locker and you gave them both a confused glance. They smirked and shoved you inside, closing it.

You quickly got up and banged on the door.

"P-Please let me out!" you begged but you heard nothing in response.

You sob quietly and collapsed on the floor. You're really scared of being alone by yourself. You didn't like it. It made you feel like no one cares about your existence. Well, even if you were surrounded by people no one will notice you anyway. You were really shy and don't like attention that much but being around people you knew makes you feel a little comfortable and safe.

You suddenly heard footsteps behind you. Every step made your heart beat faster. You were scared. What if it was a bully who might torture or worse, what if it was a murderer or a kidnapper. The thought made you tremble in fear. You put your hands on your head and cried.
You felt a hand on your shoulder and you started screaming, "Please don't hurt me!" multiple times until you heard the stranger speak.

"_____, it's the awesome me." You ceased your crying and look over your shoulder to see Gilbert. You and Gilbert weren't that close but he would always cheer you up when you're down and spend some time with you when you're alone by yourself. And you consider him as your friend.

New tears started forming your eyes. You were so scared and frightened and you felt like hugging him, but you were too shy. Gilbert must have noticed this and hugged you. You felt so safe wrapped around his arms and it made your stomach boil. You grip his uniform and buried your face on his shoulder and he whispered sweet things to calm you down.

He might be egoistic and loud but he's really sweet and gentle when he wants to be. Those are the things you really like about him. You still haven't even notice that you were in love with him though.

You stopped crying and pulled away, wiping the remaining tears in your eyes. Gilbert lifted your chin up and wiped them with his sleeve. You felt your face heat up and you quickly look away.

Gilbert let out his trademark laugh and patted your head.

"I guess Antonio und Francis vas a little hard on you." He said with a smile.

"Y-You mean, you told them to?" you ask furrowing your brows.

"Y-Yeah, I vanted to talk to you alone." He said scratching his neck.

"You could have just said so." You mumbled.


"……….."


There was an awkward silence and you were the first to break it.

"S-So, why did you bring me h-here? And why does it have to be in the boy's locker room." You mumbled the last part quietly.

"I vant to tell you somezthing ______."

He moved closer to you, your face were inches away. You flushed red and moved away but he stopped you by cupping your face, making you look him in the eyes.

You're not really comfortable when it comes to physical contact.

"G-Gilb-bert, y-your too clo-"

He closed the gap between you two by pressing his lips against yours. You were staying still for a moment, but eventually kissed back.

You pulled away first to regain your breath. It felt like you two were kissing.

"_____."

You glance at the albino who's not so albino now cause of so much red on his face. You got to admit, he looked really adorable when he blushes like that.

"I-Ich liebe dich."

You gasp and felt a tear ran down your cheek.

Meanwhile, Gilbert felt really stress. He was starting to regret confessing to you because you've been quiet for quite some time now.

The silence was making him uneasy so he spoke.

"______, if you don't feel the same way I-"

You hugged him and buried your face on his shirt.

"I-I love you too Gil." You whispered.

He smiled and snaked his arms around you and kissed your forehead.

"Meet me at the gate after school _____. I have something to give you." He whispered.


~~END OF FLASHBACK~~


You stopped running when you felt something wet hit your cheek other than tears. It felt cold. You look up and water poured down. It was raining. You were so busy running away that you forgot that there would be a storm coming.

You look around and noticed that this place didn't look like your usual neighborhood. You were lost. You sighed and kept walking with your head down. It's better than standing around and doing nothing. You didn't like staying in one place for too long so walking is kind of your habit and it helps you clear your mind like your taking a therapy.

While walking, you felt your head starting to ache and your body felt like it was on fire.

You suddenly bumped into something or someone. You looked up and saw a tall blonde. You recognized him somewhere but you can't seem to see his face. Your vision became blurry and you fainted.


~~LUDWIG'S P.O.V. ~~


I was heading home with some groceries when I suddenly felt someone bumped behind me. I turned around and saw ______ with a dull look on her face und she was soaked to the bone so I tried cheering her up.

"Hallo ______." I exclaimed in my native language then, she suddenly fainted. Luckily I caught her in time. I put a hand on her forehead, und mein gott she was burning up.

I didn't know where she lives, so I had to take her home with me.

When I got home, I laid ______ on the couch und put the groceries on the kitchen table. I had so much work to do but ______ had to come first. I wish mein bruder was here to help.

I got a towel and some clothes from my room then went to _____'s side. I felt her forehead again and her temperature was rising.

I have to change her clothes before it gets worst but, how am I supposed to do it? I blushed at the thought. I shook my head vigorously. I sighed and decided to wake up Monika*.

I went to her room and shook her body.

"Schwester, vake up." She jerked around then sat up.

"What is it bruder?" she ask rubbing her eye.

"Can you do me a favor?"


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"I'm finished bruder." Monika said as she stepped inside the kitchen where Ludwig was cooking dinner.

"Ja, danke Schwester." He said as he set the food on the table.

"Where's Gilbert? I thought he'd be home by now." She said as she sat down.

"Maybe he's out drinking again." Ludwig said as he sat down on his chair and took a sip of his coffee.

"Bruder, that girl you just brought, isn't she the one Gilbert likes?" she asked as she took a bite of her food.

"Now zhat you mention, I zhink she iz. But I thought-"

Ludwig was interrupted by a loud noise. It came from the living room. Both Germans ran to the living room to see Gilbert soaked wet.

"Sorry I'm late Lud-" he stopped when he saw you sleeping on the couch.

"__-_____, wha-what is she doing here?" he ask pointing at your sleeping form.

"I'll tell you later but first, go get change before you get zick too." Ludwig commanded.


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"Vhere vere you Bruder?!" Ludwig yelled at the albino who was sulking on his bed.

"I was, waiting for her." He said bluntly.

"You mean _____?"

Gilbert nodded.

Ludwig sighed and sat beside his brother.

"Tell me vhat happened."

"After I confessed to her, I told her to meet me outside the gate but she never came."

Gilbert said and buried his face on his Prussian flag pillow.

Ludwig felt sorry for his brother. He knew how much his brother liked ______. But something wasn't right; ______ would never ignore a request from anyone. Something must have made her upset. Then again, Gilbert always made people upset without him knowing it. Ludwig sighed and put a hand on his brother's shoulder.

"It's okay bruder. You can talk to her in the morning." He said and left.

Ludwig went back to the living room to see Monika holding a thermometer.

"How is she schwester?" he asked.

"Her fever is starting to go down. She'll be okay in the morning." She said.

"Zhat's good. Thank you for helping me."

"Anytime bruder. Gute Nacht." She said and gave his brother a good night kiss on the cheek.

"Gute Nacht schwester."

After Monika left, Ludwig pulled the blanket over your shoulder and sat on the floor beside you and quickly fell asleep himself.
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