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Child!Nordic!Reader x Child!Depressed!Prussia-Play

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I wandered around the forest after breakfast. There wasn't much to do, really, all I did was sit in the small cabin me and my family lived in. Today I decided that things would be different, and wandered in hopes of some entertainment, a friend maybe. Unfortunately for me, most children already had their friends, and I wasn't too needed. The only people I played with were my siblings, and I wanted someone new. I kicked a stone, until I saw something... white by the riverside. I moved closer towards it, to find it to be a boy, with white hair, sitting by it. To my greatest delight, he was my age, and I went to investigate.
"Hej!" I pranced up to him, and he turned his head in my direction. He had bright crimson eyes, and very pale skin. That didn't really bother me, though.
"Hallo" The boy spoke quietly.
"What're you doing here?" I cheerily asked, imitating my Danish brother's accent.
"I'm just waiting for someone, but I don't think they're coming." He sighed, hanging his head.
"Don't be sad. I'll wait with you!" I exclaimed, and watched the boy's eyes light up. I smiled. I loved making others happy.
"Danke." He smiled, as well. I sat down and patted the spot next to me, and he took it.
"So, what's your name?" I asked, stretching my legs.
"Gilbert Beilschmidt. You?"
"I'm ____  Køhler. Nice to meet you."
"Likewise"
We sat in silence for a few minutes, before hearing some children laughing over the hill.
"What's what?" Gilbert asked. He must've noticed it too.
"Dunno, let's look." I stood up, and so did he. Unfortunately, there was a river blocking us from crossing.
"I don't think there's a bridge anywhere on this river, we're going to have to cross it with these rocks." Gilbert pointed towards a group of rocks that somewhat connected one side of the river with the other.
"No! I can't! If I fall down, and get this dress dirty, Big Brother will get upset! This is a new dress." I yelled, and stepped back in horror.
"I'll hold your hand, if you want me to. Then there's less of a chance if you fall." Gilbert muttered, almost silently.
"Alright. And hold my hand tightly. I'm very clumsy." I informed, and he nodded. Taking my hand, he took a step towards the river. I gripped his hand tightly, and we carefully made our way on the rocks.
Suddenly, when we almost reached the end, I stepped on a small rock that slipped under my feet, making me sway to the right.
I screamed, and out of reflex, grabbed Gilbert's arm, sending him into the river with me. Thankfully, it wasn't deep, but we were still drenched.
"Oh my God, I'm so sorry!" I screeched, and tried to get up, but unsuccessfully.
"It's alright, but your dress..." The white haired boy pointed at the frills that didn't stick up, and I doubted they ever would again. Not to mention that there was a huge dirt stain on the side.
"Oh no. Now Big Brother will definitely get mad at me! Why am I so stupid?!" I cried, warm tears cascading down my cheeks as I gripped the dirty fabric.
"No no no, this is all my fault! I'm really sorry, ___! Please don't cry!" Gilbert attempted to wipe my tears with his sleeve, but as his shirt was soaked as well, it didn't do much.
"Schiße." He muttered under his breath, and picked me up, bridal style, carrying me to the other side.
"T-That was unnecessary." I spoke, and squeezed my dress, making water flow out.
"And as for your  brother, I'll come with you and tell him it was my fault. I don't want you to get in trouble for something you didn't do." The silverette said, reassuringly.
"No, it's okay, honestly." I forced a smile on my face.
"Dammit, I always mess up. Then I start wondering why I don't have friends. This is all my fault, I'm so sorry." He choked back a few tears. I realized that as much as I loved the dress, I couldn't get mad just because of it. This was all my fault, anyway.
"No, I mean it really is okay. It's just a silly dress, anyway." I dust off the dress
"It's not, I'm just-"
"Gilbert." I placed my hands on his cheeks, "You're far more important than some dress. I'm not mad. I promise."
"Really?"
"Yes."
I finished squeezing the water out of the damned dress, and my hair was drying.
"So, we were going up the hill, right?" I slowly stood up, and folded the ugly brown stain on the other side.
"Ja, let's go."
We walked uphill, and as we reached the top, I saw three kids playing with each other. One had blonde, shoulder-length hair, another had short onyx hair, and the last, and probably youngest one, had caramel hair tied into a short ponytail. I didn't see anything wrong with the picture, but the white haired boy looked shocked and disappointed.
"He... He lied..." Gilbert half- whispered, in a tone that both frightened me and made me feel sorry for him at once.
"What? Who did?" I asked, looking right at him
"That kid with the ponytail... He promised me that we would play today, but if he did, he obviously wouldn't be playing with those two." Tears welled up in his crimson eyes.
I was startled. If something like that happened to me, I would just brush it off and play by myself. But then again, I grew up surrounded by my siblings. I was showered with love and affection all my life, what if Gilbert didn't have that? Maybe he was just alone. I know that toying with feelings is cruel, especially with people like that.
"Does everyone not want to be my friend?" Droplets of warm liquid fell down his cheeks.
"No, please don't say that. I haven't known you for too long, but I know that people shouldn't be toyed with. I'll be your friend. I'm not much, but I'm something. I won't leave you, I promise." I wiped the tears off his face, as he stared at me with shock.
"You would really do that?"
"Yes, of course." We stared at each other for a few seconds, before Gilbert broke the intense stare.
"No, I'm just an albino freak. I'm not worthy of existing, let alone having friends, being loved. I don't even understand why you're talking to me, ____" He shifted his eyes to me, "Look at yourself. You're kind, beautiful, forgiving. You have parents, siblings who love you, friends, probably. I have nothing of that, nor do I deserve it."
I stared at him, wide eyed. I didn't even know that anyone could think that way. Especially a child my age. I took his hands and locked gazes with him once more. Maybe I gripped his hands too tight, but I had to knock some sense into this boy.
"Gilbert. Listen to me right now. You are not worthless, you are not a freak. Your existence is not an inconvenience. You deserve love, friends. You deserve to live life to its fullest. I know it's hard right now, but I'll help you through this. We're going to be friends, make memories. Life will get better." I stated all my words clearly. I understood that it was going to be hard, but most likely, I could teach him to love himself as he is.
I wrote this one for a friend, and I'm not really proud of it Onion Boy 6  

But enjoy anyways Icon Ummm 
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