Poor Gilly (Short Story)

Elizabeta and Chris walked down the path, talking back and forth and laughing. They spotted a certain albino. Looking at each other with grins, they ran over to the Prussian, tackle hugging him.

"Hey loser." Elizabeta teased him, giggling.

"Please don't call me a loser Eliza, I'm actually vulnerable today." Gilbert sighed, staring straight ahead.

"What happened?!" Elizabeta and Chris both asked, wide eyed that their cocky Prussian was being miserable.

"Vati's in that big castle in the sky now..."Gilbert whispered before he burst out crying.

Chris and Elizabeta stared at him before they threw their arms around him, hugging him tightly. Holding him as he cried.

Their poor Gilly.

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