Prussia x Abused!Child!Reader- Savior in White

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If you aren't very good around sensitive materials, then let me just warn you that there's the talk and explaining of abuse in this story, though it's very brief. Thank you bros for reading, and I hope you enjoy =w=

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"Mr. Beilschmidt, I'm afraid to inform you that you're over three thousand dollars in debt, and have been reluctant to pay the past two months rent on your current apartment. If you fail to pay back the money you owe by the end of this month, you will be evicted and sent to court immediately."

Gilbert let a moan pass his moistened, liquor tinted lips, nothing but burden reflected in the ruby red eyes that sat plastered on the clear brown glass bottle that was held tightly between a shaken grip. The albino had gone to the bar down the street that night in high hopes to drown all his sorrows in the beer he had loved so much, but it seemed as though it hadn't tasted as sweet as he had wanted it to be. Usually he had loved the taste of beer, no matter the mood he had been in, and had simply drinken enough of it to forget about his current problems. And yet the only thing that had been on his mind that late evening had been the fact he was completely and utterly screwed, no matter how much he hadn't wanted to admit it to himself. Gilbert rested his pale cheek, which had since started to get rosey from his excessive drinking, into the palm of his hand, mind only getting a tad hazed. Out of all the times he could have gotten so liquored up to the point where he couldn't remember a thing, this time had to be the night it wouldn't seem to work.

"Ah, Gilbird. Vhat am I supposed to do now?" a small smile began to adorn his pale lips, lids shutting over his eyes slightly as he stared down at the little yellow bird sitting on the pile of empty bear bottles that lay scattered on the other side of the half empty one gripped in his hand. He couldn't help but feel a little happier when he stared down at the tiny friend that always seemed to be there with him through thick and thin, because he knew that he could never be mad at him, nor scold him when he did something wrong like most of the people had done in his life. Gilbird was the ideal pal, and he knew that he would never leave or abandon him. "I have an idea! Vhy don't you pretend to be me, and zhen all I'd have to do is vait until I can get enough money to pay back vhat I owe?! It's foolproof!"

Gilbird simply stared up at his owner with those wide black orbs of his, yellow feathers ruffling out of place as he shook his head, as if to disagree with the prussians little plan. Gilbert put his head down, nothing but a chuckle coming from him. "I suppose zhat you're right. Alzough you are pretty awesome, you could never capture me just right."

The bird started up at the troubled man, head cocked to the right as if in a confused state, feeling overall pity for his young master. Gilbird untucked his wings out of the side of his body, fluttering them to take flight a few inches off the table. The yellow blob gave a tweet, hopping down off of the bottles with his tiny stubs, only to nuzzle up gently against Gilberts free hand as if to comfort him- to tell him that all would soon get better in the tiny world that he resided in. He looked down at the little chick, his finger rubbing up against his friends cheek. "You alvays know how to cheer me up, Gilbird." he took one more quick swig of the beer held in his hand, the yellowed substance running out in drops from the bottle to dribble down his chin and onto the plain white t-shirt he had put on before coming there. The man slammed the bottle down onto the table, startling the bird in the process. He ran a gloved hand through his disheveled white hair, tears prickling at the corners of the ruby eyes he had shut so hard to the point it had hurt himself to close them any harder. Why did it seem that everything in his life, everything he had loved and everything he had worked so hard for, suddenly come crashing down with one sudden movement? Before a year ago, it had almost seemed like every single thing around him was going smoothly, almost to where he thought it was absolutely perfect. Gilbert had an amazing girlfriend, Elizibeta, whom he had thought was the most gorgeous and independent woman he had ever met. But not two months after they had gotten together, she ended it all for a chance to date a musician from Austria. It had been as though she jammed her clenched fist through his chest and removed his heart, keeping it under lock and key, never to return it back to the man. But who needed love, anyway? Love was simply for people who couldn't understand how to love themselves- they needed someone else to cherish them and tell them how amazing they were. Hell, the man could already do most of that by himself. He knew how awesome he was. He didn't need a girlfriend, or anyone else for that matter, to explain that to him.

His hand gripped tighter around the bottle, eyes still trying to keep the salted tears from running down his rosey red cheeks. Once she had left him, the Hungarian decided to kick him out of the apartment that he had been renting before she had even dared show her face around him, leaving the man stranded with no where else to go. And to top it all off, he had got fired from his job not a day later because he had been seen 'sleeping on the job', which had only happened because he had to rest on one of the blue park benches that night. He couldn't get enough rest, and was tired as a dog the next morning, causing him to fall asleep at his desk instead of doing his required paperwork for that afternoon. And yet no one had listened to his reasonable explanation, firing the man to make him not only homeless, but jobless as well. At this point, Gilbert had nothing else to do but borrow money from the bank until he had gotten a brand new job an a nice place to stay in. The man had only wanted to go there as a last resort, but he decided that he didn't want to borrow money from any relatives or close friends, simply because he didn't want to drag them down into the hole he had dug with him. And even that had seemed to all go down hill...He had currently owed the bank more than three thousand dollars, and still hadn't gotten enough money to pay the bill on his current apartment, which had been long overdue. At this point, it probably wasn't a good idea to be sitting in a bar drinking to his hearts content, because he knew he probably didn't have enough to pay for it all either way. It had seemed like a good idea at the time, forgetting all his troubles and all, so he didn't really care how much it would cost him. He just wanted the memories to go away. For his problems to go away. For him to wake up in a nice warm bed inside a nice warm house, only to find out this had all just been a long, bad dream that he had been glad to wake up from.

But that was just it. This wasn't a dream. He was still at the bar, drinking profusely, reminiscing with one of his only friends in the world, which just so happened to be a bird, only to have tears prickle at the edges of his eyes because he just couldn't take it anymore. He couldn't take away his mistakes, because life just didn't work like that, no matter how many times he had wished for it all to just go away. Gilbert rested his forehead on the table, tears flowing from his eyes and down his rosey cheeks, yet not daring to make a single sound. He needed to be brave, because he knew that sitting there and crying like an obviously upset child wasn't going to do him any good. The only person he could rely on at that moment was himself- nobody else but himself. Wiping the tears that trailed down his face away with his wrist, the albino removed a twenty dollar bill from his pocket, the only remaining money he had left, and put it down under the empty beer bottle that had been in his hands not moments earlier. He had a sinking feeling that wouldn't have been enough to cover the drinks he had that night, but he just left it at that and hoped nobody else would notice. If anyone seemed to have a problem with it, all he had to say what that they should be glad he had left anything on the table at all. Instead of buying a meal he would have needed or some water to quench his thirst with, he had been generous enough to leave it there in the first place.

Silently slipping out of the padded red booth, Gilbert picked up the little yellow bird in both hands, setting him atop his shoulder for a better view. He didn't have any pockets at that moment, besides the ones that were sewn to his jeans, and he knew that the animal wouldn't survive for a long period of time in such an enclosed space like that. The chick had seemed to be grateful for his sudden decision, rubbing his fluffed head against his owners cheek in a sort of thanks. The half drunken man couldn't help but smirk as he surveyed the area in front of him, just to make sure that no one would notice him leaving. None of the intoxicated, rather loud speaking people had payed any attention to him, for they had been too busy singing made up songs or old chants in German that had been passed down for who knows how many generations. Even the bartender hadn't seemed to notice the albino casually, yet cautiously, walk out the bar doors and into the pouring rain that had started coming down not too long after he had arrived. As soon as he had stepped outside, the algid weather of the area mixed with the numbing wind had automatically made him freezing cold. It didn't help that all he had been wearing was a rather thin t-shirt and a pair of cheap blue jeans he had gotten on sale not a few days earlier.

"Mein Gott.." Gilbert folded his arms across his chest, attempting to keep in as much body heat as he possibly could. It was obvious to him now that he should have just stayed inside until the weather had died down, even the slightest bit, but he highly doubted this storm would be ending anytime soon. The rain had picked up since he had gotten inside the sheltered building, making him wish he had actually brought a jacket with. But the more he thought about it, he hadn't known that the would rain would start in the first place, so he couldn't just continue standing there and cursing at himself that he hadn't thought otherwise. Not moments later could he feel the bird lightly shaking on his shoulder, the cold passing through his now moistened feathers and down to his skin. A tiny frown began to adorn Gilbert's lips, feeling a little pitied for his tiny friend. After all, he had attempted to cheer him up in the time of his mourning, and this really hadn't been a way to repay the little guy. His hand slowly made its way up to his shoulder, grabbing the animal as carefully as humanly possibly before tucking him halfway into his shirt collar, just enough for him to stay warm and make out what was going on in front of him. Gilbird gave a little tweet of thanks, shaking off the excess water that had since collected on his cranium.

Gilbert dug the front of his teeth into his now numb lips in hopes to to make him feel anything besides the intense nipping ambience that was passing through his dampened clothes and sopping wet mop of a hairdo, mind set on the thought of his couch placed in the middle of the apartment not blocks away from where he stould. Hopefully he could get there without totally freezing half to death, plus the added fact that he had to sneak into the complex of rooms and stairs without being heard. Who knows what would happen to him if someone had found the man that dared sleep in the place he had been reluctant to pay for in the past few months. A shaken sigh passed haggardly through him, arms loosening their grip from the front of his chest as he began to walk against the rain, his vision blurred to the point where he could barely see two feet in front of him. It had been nice sitting in a warm bed, staring out into weather such as this through your wet tinted window, lightning shooting down from the sky like a fallen strike of electricity. But it had seemed like a different story when you were actually out in it, fighting your way to get somewhere dry enough for you to stay safe and secure. Out here, it was hard to tell whether or not something bad might happen to you when you're half shaken and are barely able to stand on your own two feet without falling over face first into a puddle of dirt tainted water.

The man closed his eyes, bracing himself against the nearest stop sign pole so he could regain himself enough to the point where he could keep trudging on. He was way too awesome to have to deal with these weather conditions, but it just seemed like mother nature didn't quite agree with him. Smirking to himself, Gilbert carefully looked down as far as he could to check on how the sopping wet chick had been doing. Trickles of rain dripped down in beads onto his miniature orange beak and into the not so warm t-shirt cloth he had been tucked into, not really complaining or giving a peep as to how they had suddenly stopped instead of continuing on with their short little journey. No, instead of uttering any small sound, he just sat there, black orbs that seemed to phase into the darkness set on nothing but the alleyway that was coming up a few feet ahead of them. The albino had noticed his sudden quietness, even though he had been half in and half out of it due to his excessive drinking, and furrowed his brows at his friend. What had he been examining so closely that he hadn't uttered a chirp or a tweet about? He looked up, able to see the entry way and a few garbage cans lined against the concrete wall that made its way back about fifty or so feet to create a crevice that held a dumpster at the far end. What was so interesting about that? He looked back down to Gilbird, who had still fixated his gaze on the alley, even though he probably couldn't see what was on the inside. Squinting his eyes, Gilbert let his hand slide down the moistened pole and over to the side of his hip, legs subconsciously moving on their own towards the birds locked target.

After a minute or so of walking, rain never letting up in the slightest, the stench of rotting garbage filled his nostrils, tears almost coming to his eyes due to the god awful smell.

"Vhat exactly are you looking at, Gilbird?" he cocked his head down to the bird, still not understanding why he was looking over in this general direction. Maybe there had just been a cat passing by, attempting to find someplace dry, and it had just caughten his eye as it was strolling away. That must have been it. What other logical reason could there possibly have been? Just as it seemed like the man was going to turn his head and continue off to his apartment, forgetting that this whole thing had ever happened, the faintest sound could be heard over the roaring of the tree leaves and branches mixed with the pattering of the rain against pavement.

The sound of pained weeping.

Ruby red eyes growing only slightly, the man looked down passed the bird and over to the entrance of the alley, only to see a pair of scrunched, discomforted toes connected to a pair of deathly pale little feet. It had been obvious to Gilbert then, and only then, that this hadn't been a homeless woman or broke man that had been living on their own, or even a stray alley cat like he had thought the bird had seen, but in fact a child covered only with a thin blanket that had been worn down from so many times of usage. What had they been doing in the dark alley during a thunderstorm without a parent or guardian to look after them? But it wasn't even that. What had they been doing in the dark alley all together? Gilbert slowly bent down, knees resting against the slick pavement as he continued to stare at the dampened, overall lonely figure. It seemed like he didn't even need to look at the child's face to feel a sudden pang of pity wash over his already depressed like state. Gingerly reaching a hand out, the man slowly grabbed the edge of the blanket, bringing it up only enough so he could see what was underneath. The young child didn't seem to protest at his sudden action, but instead shrunk back against the wall in unforgiving fear that had been inflicted on them even before the albino had shown up. And there, tattered and worn, sat a dainty and dirtied little girl around the age of ten. Her (h/l) locks of (h/c) had been slicked to her pale cheeks and small chin, pools of (e/c) wide with fear as she stared back at the man who had suddenly come up to her in this time of need. Just by looking at her, Gilbert could tell that she was in dire need to food and water, being as skinny as a skeleton with barely any meat on her bones. The only thing that covered her was a white night gown and a pair of dull blue underwear, both now coaked in a thick layer of mud and gravel, her legs pushed up against her thin stomach and arms wrapped around her wobbling knees. He could tell that she was all around confused as to who he was and what he had been doing there, almost as if she was ready for him to set the blanket back down over her figure and be on his way, as if he had never noticed her sitting all alone. But he knew he couldn't just do that. Gilbert knew all to well what she had been put through, though he hadn't known exactly what had been done to her. The feeling of being alone. Forgotten. Thrown away like a piece of trash in an alley way dump.

"Vhat is your name, kleine." his red eyes bore right into hers, now removing the cloth enough to see her full figure. She looked so...broken.. It took a moment of studying her to finally realize that a prominent bruise was placed right below her eye, dried blood from small cuts on her cheeks staining her pale flesh. His eyebrows furrowed with nothing but concern, a frown suddenly spreading across his lips. What exactly had happened to her? The child looked down to her lap, pained hues closing as lightly as they could, tears forming at the tips of her eyes, though they had only mixed in with the rain that had since fallen upon her soaking wet body. It was then the man started to wonder whether or not she could remember her own name. But Gilbert patiently waited to see whether or not she would give him an answer this his question, gaze never faltering from the child.

"_-_______.." she finally answered after a minute or so of sitting in front of the man, her voice coming out in a hoarse, quiet whisper, head raising back up to look at her savior dressed in white. "My name is ________."

"________...Zhat is a beautiful name for a mädchen such as yourself." a smirk began to adorn his lips, breath coming out in smokey gray puffs through the air as he spoke in the gentlest way possible, though he found it quite hard due to his thick German accent. "My name ist zhe awesome Gilbert! But you can just call me Gilbert, if you like...Now, if you don't mind me asking...Vhy a little girl like you is sitting in a place like zhis all by yourself?"

Without answering his question, the girl looked him up and down rather slowly and cautiously, examining every possible inch of him as she could see. Her eyes stopped at Gilbird, who had since began to stare at the young girl quite contently, wings tucked carelessly into the feathers in his back. She didn't smile, or give any sign of a facial expression. Just a blank stare that had been plastered across her face ever since the man had gotten there, maybe even before that. ________ looked back up to Gilbert, her chapped lips parting to utter a sentence that would leave the man overly speechless, not really a way for him to answer her back without using all the possible choices in his half drunken mind to answer back.

"Are you an angel?"

His eyes grew, hands resting gingerly against his knees, not fully understanding her question. Was he an angel? Unless the definition of an angel was drunken and flat out broke, he hadn't thought so. Angels were supposed to be protectors to those around him, and he could barely even do that to the little bird that sat huddled against his hard neck. He looked down to the ground, feeling a bit ashamed that he hadn't been what she wanted him to be. After all, a child in the streets probably wanted nothing more than a little hope. And for Gilbert, it was rather hard to bring hope to even himself, let alone the child that sat before him. "I'm sorry, but I zhink you are mistaken. I'm nowhere close to being an angel, let alone worzhy enough to be called a man."

"But...you have to be an angel." her voice began to show a little sign of emotion, yet it hadn't been a happy filled. All that it held was hardness and some sort of determination that had been reflected in her voice and now settling eyes. Her frail hand slowly lifted itself from around her knees, finding its way into the sopping white hair the albino had sported. She let the locks flow through her hands, spare drops of rain washing over her fingers and down her arms. "You have hair as pure and as beautiful as snow, something only angels could possibly have. Your shirt is white such as your hair, a color only the holiest of people could pull off....And you talked to me in my time of need when others would simply look at me in disgust and hate. You didn't kick me, or throw pennies in my direction like I was some kind of street show, but instead had the nerve to bend down to a homeless girl and ask her what her name was and what she was doing here. Like you had actually cared about my existence. Only an angel out of the millions of hateful beings there are on earth could possibly do something as noble as that. So you aren't a worthless man. You're not some average person. You are an angel, but not just any regular one that would look down from the heavens and peer down and help the ones below them that are far more unfortunate then they are. You are a guardian angel, sent here to be my savior, because you actually cared about a lone girl in a simple alley way..."

Gilbert's gaze never left ________s, her words sinking deep inside him and pulling vigorously at his heart strings, the ones he had never thought would quite work again after the Hungarian had taken a sharp scissor to them all. A small smirk spread across his lips, lids lowering over his hues only slightly. "But vhat about mein eyes? Zhey're beat red, and aren't even close to being angelic.."

Her eyes bore into his, staring at them for only a moment before a smile adorned her face, the first one she had given in quite a long time. "I don't think it's about the color of your eyes that make you a good person, or even if you're angelic or not, but how much emotion is reflected in them. Yours show nothing but the pain of a long and hard life, and yet you decided to come over to me and add more onto that burden. If you ask me, that's what really counts."

He sat there in silence for a moment, up until the tips of his fingers gradually made their way under his eyes so they could lightly brush against his skin. The man thought it was slightly comical as to how the girl he had just met could tell that he had been through so much in his life just by staring into his eyes, while as others he had known for who knows how long couldn't even tell when he was in an overall bad mood just by looking at his depressed figure. And her way of explaining things- how there had been so many cruel people in the world...It really made a person think as to what was actually going on around them. How the world was changing, along with the people who resided in it. This little child seemed to know more about life than any other full grown adult he had ever met. That fact just made it all the more sad to look at her frail, bruised figure that had looked like a rag doll, played one too many times with a child that didn't exactly know how to handle toys.

" ________...Vhat Exactly happened to you? Vhy are you hurt and alone in zhis dark alley all by yourself?" Gilbert's voice had sounded exactly like it had when he was taking care of Ludwig as a small child, asking the young German boy what had happened to the toy that someone bigger and stronger than him had taken out of his tiny grasp.

Her forlorn gaze once again traveled down to her nightgown covered lap, hands gingerly bunching the dirtied cloth so she could focus on something other than the memories Gilbert had once again brought up. At first, it looked as though she wasn't going to say anything to him, mouth sealed shut for no one to open. But she gradually stopped wringing the clothes, (e/c) hues staring straight down like they had been before. "I guess it all started when my mommy passed away a few months ago. She had committed suicide, something I didn't quite understand until my aunt explained it all to me. It was then I realized that she had taken away her own life, because she was unhappy with the way she was living...Her choice really confused me. Why would she choose to die when she could have kept on living? It really took a toll on me, but I think the one who was hurt most by her sudden decision was daddy. He would sit in the room he and mommy used to share, just crying and crying until he couldn't let any more tears out. At first, he had just been sad, not really talking to me much unless it was to say goodnight or tuck me in and give me a kiss. But then he started to hit me...He would drink a few of these bottles full of poison, and then he would get angry at me for no good reason. And then he would start yelling at me, saying that mommy died because of me- that it was all my fault that she killed herself. B-But I didn't do anything...It wasn't my fault. But the more his words dug into me, the more I started to realize- what if he was right? What if this had been because of me?" her voice became nothing but a hiccuped mess, hands covering her bruised face so the man sitting in front of her couldn't see the tears fall from her shut eyes. "He would hit me until red blood started coming from my arms and legs, something that I had only seen when I fell off my bike and got scraped in the knee. When I would get hungry, he refused to feed me. I snuck water out from the bathroom faucet at night when he would fall asleep, but I was too afraid to go into the kitchen and open the droors to fill my tummy. It was only a week or so ago when I finally caught him off guard and decided to run away to somewhere safe. Run away from the pain that he made my body feel. The pain that he made my mind feel. You could say that it got a little better, living in this alley and all. People don't really care about me like my mommy used to, but at least they don't hurt me like daddy had done. I'd rather be alone here in the pouring rain than in my dry house with him there."

Gilbert could feel tears prickle at the edges of his eyes, the horrible truth of her story seeping into him like the rain did with his damp clothes. The bruises and cuts all over her body had been from her angry-drunken father who had beaten her for no reason whatsoever. He had just needed something to take all his built up stress and pain out on- and sadly, that exact thing had been _________, his one and only daughter, the girl he had probably loved just as much as his deceased wife. At that moment, the albino had decided to do something he had truthfully never thought would have come up in his time of living. His figure carefully stould up from his current position, the girl sitting against the wall in front of him lifting her head out of her hands and up to Gilbert. Without another word on the subject, the man extended his arms out to the girl who had been so much pain and suffering, slipping his hands under her armpits, only to lift her up into the air as the worn blanket she had been wearing unfolded from her shoulders and landed in a heap on the ground. Gilbird, who had been nothing but quiet during this whole scene untucked himself from his owners shirt collar, hovering in the air so Gilbert could bring the girl into a warm embrace only a loving parent could give. Her eyes grew wide, the tears that had fallen down her cheeks subsiding for only a moment. His large hand carefully rested on the back of her head, causing her face to rest gently against the albinos muscled chest, nothing but the smell of fresh rain and cornflowers wafting into her nostrils.

"As long as I'm vith you, _________, I promise not to let anyvone else hurt you." for once, Gilbert knew that these words to the child were true. He was bound determined to find a way to support them, even if it meant selling most of his possessions to do so. After all, he couldn't just let her sit on the streets to die alone and forgotten. Knowing that feeling of being un-noticed and hurt- it was as if he was staring straight into a mirror. "I vant to be able to protect you vith my dying breath, because I know all too vell vhat you are going through. I just vant to let you know zhat zhis isn't your fault. You're not zhe vone who caused your vater so much pain zhat he vould even think to stooping down zhat low. It vasn't you who caused all zhese bruises...All zhese cuts..."

The girl looked up to Gilbert, her small hands tightening onto his pure white t-shirt for dear life, as if she never wanted to let go. As if this was where she really belonged. "Y-You'll...Protect me?"

"Vith every bone in mein body."

It could have just been the street lights shining down on him through the wind and rain that dark night, but ________ could have sworn that at that exact moment, he looked just as pure and as holy as an angel.

Inside, and out.