Germanic TrioxChild!Reader -Pt 1-

  It took awhile for your mind to process all the information of the day. Usually, you would've woken up this morning as any other day, sitting in the window of an orphanage and staring out into the blue skies.

  In the meanwhile, the older girls would taunt you before running outside to show off and have fun. For a five year old, you had a rather interactive and imaginative mind.

  If you were to have gone to school, you could've easily been two grades ahead at least. But too bad you were forced to live in this crummy place, a picture of your deceased mother hidden beneath your pillow and no home to call your own.

  Today though, your mind wandered to who your father was. Your mother died moments after you were born of a heart-attack, a rather odd and inexplicable occurrence. Yet, no father ever stepped up to claim you.

  Feeling like the doctors must've done some digging into with your genetic heritage, you snuck into the orphanage owner's office and snuck through various filing cabinets.

  Finally, you found the documentation you so desired.  '___________, ___________' was clearly written on the top tab of the orange file in black sharpie.

  Scampering off into your room, you opened the folder, looking at an adoption sheet, yet to be filled out. Brushing past that, your birth certificate lay with your mother's name on it.

  'I have to have a daddy...I just have to!' Looking deeper into the papers, you started uncovering DNA testing and many written notes from doctors, dated days after your birth.

  The name 'Gilbert Beildschmidt' seemed to be written on all these pieces of paper. Then finally, a sheet that confirmed it. Your father was a young man by the name of Gilbert Beildschmidt, German in origin and living in (home country) for the time being.

  There was a picture paper-clipped onto the document. A man with pale-white skin and rather light blond hair. His eyes were crimson red and a wide grin was plastered on his face. Pulling this picture off, you shoved it shakily into your pocket.

  As your eyes traveled further down the page, you realized that he lived not too far from where you sat now. Looking back out the window, you noticed the sun setting and children starting to tire.

  You brought all the papers together and scampered off, holding the file tightly to your chest as you rushed to bring the folder back before the owner returned to her office. Luckily, you brought it back in time, barely making it into the room once more.

  The sun set with your mind still buzzing at the thought of your only parent staying nearby, unbeknown to the fact that he had a child in the first place. Dinnertime rolled around, but you refused to eat anything. When lights out came about, your body refused sleep.

  That's when you knew, knew you'd have to leave. Getting out of bed and taking your mother's photo, you went to the window only to look back at all the years of countless torture with girls pulling at your (h/c) hair and spitting in your face, finally leaving you.

  Opening the window, you turned back once more before slipping out, shutting it quietly before running through the fresh snow out of this place. New clouds had appeared in the darkened sky, threatening more snow for later on.

  Rushing through the fresh snow, you created new tracks, leading outside the gates of the orphanage. You had to climb over the gates, a long and tough task that took various tried and plenty of falls.

  When you had finally climbed up completely, you fell, flat on your face into the snow. Sure it impacted some of the blow, but it was rather painful. Even as you got up, you could feel your muscles burning with pain and exhaustion but, you needed to continue on.

  Moving through the snow once more you found your warm body heat melting a majority of the snow that covered your barely-covered body. The motivation of meeting your real father, of having a warm and loving home drove you forward. You wouldn't abandon that dream without a fight.

  With every step and every breath, you felt your body being dragged down and freezing slowly to the bone. Your body was slowly freezing to the point of total shutdown, every move you made seeming to slow down.

  How far you had made it before you had to stop walking, you didn't know. Your mind began to fuzz and you collapsed to the ground, holding yourself to try and squeeze out any source of heat.

  Your mind finally shut itself off, forcing you into a weakened and unconscious state on the middle of a sidewalk with snow starting to slowly flutter down from the sky.

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  As the first snowflake hit Prussia's pale cheek, he groweled,"Oh great! Not only is the awesome me forced to valk home, but now it's snowing!" He shoved his gloved hands into his pockets, thinking back to an earlier time.

  When he was in love.

  It was a beautiful young woman with whom he never learned her name. Both of them had met in winter on a night like this in mere coincidence. When he awoke the next morning, she had to leave immediately and left him.

  "I vonder how ze fräu is..." He thought aloud to himself, shaking his head lightly. "I must be crazy if I zink she vould even-"

  His body froze in place as his eyes hit a figure in the snow. At first, he believed it to be a caucus of some animal. Only when his eyes began to adjust did he notice a small girl laying unconscious in the snow.

 All thoughts dropped from his mind suddenly, this small girl being of main priority. He didn't care that his car had broken down after trying to get home from a world meeting. He didn't care what his little brother and roommate would react. It was as if all other things in this world seemed to vanish.

  Rushing through the snow, he was met with the sight of a small girl laying in the snow, her skin pale as could compare and her (h/l)(h/c) hair spread out and soddened. Prussia dropped to his knees beside her figure.

  He looked around, seeking any sign of any others with her before taking her in his arms. 'She's frozen...! I have to get her out of here und qvick...' Getting up on his feet, he ran to his (brother's) home as fast as he possibly could to offer the small child some source of help.

  Without even thinking, he barged in through the front door and brought the frozen girl to the couch and leaving her for a moment to fetch a blanket. When he returned, the other two occupants of the house were kneeling on the floor, looking down at the girl.

  Prussia let out an aggravated sigh before going between them and stooping to their level. "I'll take care of zis...just go to bett..."

  Both of the Germanic countries looked at him rather shocked, mainly for the fact that Prussia was stepping up and being responsible. "Bruder, vhat exactly happened?"

  "Vell," He started,"I vas valking home, mein awesome car breaking down a block over und I found her laying the ze snow." The younger brother gave him a questionable glance,"I'm serious Vest! I couldn't just leave her...! She seems so...important..."

  "I have heard enough of zis for now," Austria muttered before standing up. "I suggest ve keep her until ze morning und vhen she vakes up, ve can ask her vhat happened. As for now...you need to take ze vet cloths off so she doesn't freeze to death."

  The three of them looked towards one another as if trying to determine who would be the one to do so. Two pairs hit Gilbert's figure, ensuring that he would be the one to do so.

  "Fine, but get her somezing to vear vhile I do so." Both men agreed and scampered off to find something for the young girl to wear. In the end, she was wearing an oversized shirt with a blanket draped over her.

  Austria investigated the pockets of her cloths, finding two crumpled up pieces of laminated paper within them. Prussia had already brought the girl up to his room finding her cheeks regaining their normal coloring and your light breathing becoming much more normal.

  He laid the girl in his bed as if she were a porcelain doll before climbing in the side adjacent. "It's okay fräu...ve'll get zis all vorked out und zen you can go back home..."

  Taking a closer look at the girl's face, his mind wandered back to the woman he met years ago. She bore such a resemblance to the woman he met, it almost scared him. Maybe it was her child, fate trying to bring them back together for a short time.

  Pushing the thoughts away once more, he kissed the girl's forehead before bringing her closer to himself. He felt her hands grab at his shirt lightly as she murmured something in her sleep. 

  Prussia couldn't help but smile in the dark. "Good nacht kind..."

To Be Continued...