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Sobs wracked the small boy's body as he sat on a bench under a tree.

No one noticed him.

No one loved him.

No one cared about him.

Not even Peter, who seemed to be too wrapped up in his own world nowadays.

Tears stained his flushed cheeks as he had his hands up to his face, rubbing at his eyes. The world was out to get him, and he never did anything wrong.

Pat pat

Surprised, the blonde looked up to see who tapped his shoulder. Next to him, a bear, or a person in a bear suit rather, stood there with a fistful of coloured balloons. The bear took a red one and handed it to the crying boy, who took it with a mall smile gracing his lips.

"Thank You mister." He said with a giggle. The brown bear said nothing, but merely walked around to sit next to the Latvian. The bear didn't speak, but it didn't need to. Already, Raivis felt a little better inside.

"Where did you go today?"

In an instant, his knees began to quake. "T-To the Park."

"Is that so? Well comrade, I need you to tell me where you're going before you run off like that; I could've used some assistance in welcoming our new family member."

The blonde blinked.

"New family member?"

The taller blonde nodded before turning his head and calling out:

"Gilbert! Come down so you can meet the other boy."

A moment later, Raivis heard footsteps thndering down the stairs and across the corridor. The kitchen door swung open, and a tall man walked in. The boy's throat tightened. 'He looks scary...' was the only thought that ran through his mind when those amythest eyes took in the lean figure and red eyes. The white messy hair only made him look paler than the man actually was, adding to the small boy's shaking.

"Raivis, this is Gilbert. He'll be living with us for a while, and since Toris is gone for the year, he'll be helping around the house with you."

He gave a weak nod and stuck his hand out. "P-Pleased to m, meet you."

Crimson eyes looked down at him and a grin broke out.

"Nice to meet you too blondie." He said as he ruffled his hair instead of shaking his hand. The tallest gave a chuckle.

"Well, I have to go out tonight for some business. Oh, and grandfather sends you his love."

"Th-Thank you Ivan."

"No need to thank me, thank Grandpa Winter."

A nod. "C-Can you tell him for me?"

Ivan chuckled. "If I see him. Gilbert," He turned to the albino. "I'll leave you in charge of the house. No trouble I assume?"

Gilbert scoffed. "Like I would trash your house while living in it."

"Good. And make sure you finish your chores." Ivan said as he turned around and walked out of the kitchen, leaving the two. Gilbert turned to the shaking boy and grinned.

"You're shaking like crazy. Are you on something?"

"N-No."

"And you stutter... are you sick?"

"N-No!"

"Aw, don't be pissed. So... you're naturally like that?"

The Latvian nodded, earning another wide grin.

"You're like a vibrator! Hey... I should call you that from now on!"

Oh God.

This was going to be a long year.

"Eduard?"

The book worm swiveled around in his chair, only to face a shaking Raivis who was peeking in from behind the door.

"C-Can I come in?"

"Yeah." He said, turning back to his computer screen.

"Thanks."

Raivis walked in and closed the door, leaning against it.

"Eduard?"

"Hm?"

"Why is that man here?"

"Gilbert? I dunno. Ivan only said that his friend couldn't keep him around for a while, so he volunteered to take Gilbert in."

"He's scary." The blonde aid in a murmur. The Estonian could only roll his eyes.

"You think everything is scary."

"But he is... and he says weird things."

"I would be concerned if I cared."

"You don't?"

"... Half and Half I guess."

Amythest eyes drooped. "Thanks Eduard."

And he meant it, because it was better than not having him care.

Pedobear costumes rock.

Also, for those who've seen any of the Harry Potter movies, and I don't own those either, the house in this story will be like that house. Partially due to the fact that I'm too lazy to describe the house itself, and due to the fact that even I, when writing or reading the description of any house, cannot build the complexe structure in my mind. Nor can I draw it.