(F/N) = First Name
(L/N) = Last Name
(Y/n) = Your name
(H/c) = Hair color
(B/n) = Bunny name (You have a stuffed bunny)
(Y/n) woke up from a light slumber. A second was spent questioning why she was awake, and then the jiggling of keys in the door was heard.
Father was home.
(Y/n) jumped out of bed, and pushed a chair against her bedroom door. Sometimes he came into her room…When he came home this late—her clock read two a.m. right now—he was angry. He had been drinking that gross stuff that makes him mean and angry—he called it a lot of different names, like beer or vodka. But it was all the same, it all turned him into a monster that hurt the three-year-old.
She was smart enough to realize when he smelled and came home late, she was usually hurt.
But not always. Sometimes he wouldn’t come into her room, just head straight to bed. Or if he did come into her
"_______!" he piped in his Spanish accent. "How've you been?" He tipped his wide-brimmed hat, making you giggle.
"Just fine, Toni. Even better now that you're here!" You had moved in a couple years back, and had started gardening as a hobby. Growing tomatoes was hard at first, but Antonio seemed to arrive at just the right moment to lend a hand. Things were much easier now than when you started out. Not to mention the tomatoes added a nice little income in addition to your part-time job, which made it all the easier to get food on the table.
"Ah, bien, bien!" he crowed, smiling cheerfully as always. He got down on one knee. "And how is the little tomate?"
The seven-year-old boy had been clinging to you ever since Antonio arrived, and now his amber eyes glowered at him from behind dark brown bangs. "Get out of my house, you son of a
"________________! Come on it's time for your lesson!" Your older brother Austria called making you sigh.
It wasn't that you didn't want to learn how to play the piano, it was... he was so much better at it then you, and he got frustrated easily when you messed up because apparently 'you should already know how to play since he was your older brother'. You rolled your eyes at the thought of his usual rant, but you hurried up and skipped down the stairs to where Austria, or Roderich to you, was already sitting waiting on you. You sat next to him, and he motioned for you to do your normal warm up that he had taught you. Once you had finished that then he gave you a piece of music you had never seen before and he instructed you to play.
"But Roderich, I haven't ever seen this, how am I suppose to play something this complicated when I can't even get something simple like Beethoven right?" you asked and he gave you a wordless look that made you sigh.