ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛʏ.. // ᴇʀᴇᴛ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ᴄʜᴘ. ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ

After the announcement, Wilbur took Tommy for a private chat. Meanwhile, me and Eret were in the nearby flower field, "AH- DON'T YOU DARE!" I yelled, as he pushed me down to the floor and started tickling me. I squealed, kicked, and screamed, but no matter how hard I protested he didn't stop.

It wasn't until I accidentally kicked him in the face he stopped and fell back. "SHIT. WHAT DID I DO!?" I yelled from the floor, hearing a noise of pain and knowing I did something. "MAYBE BROKE MY FUCKING NOSE." The boy yelled, I sat up and went towards him, he now had a bleeding nose. I couldn't help but laugh a bit. I quickly swallowed it, but he noticed.

Now we're both laughing our asses off, at the most unfunny situation.

After a while of talking and laughing with Eret in the flower field, I heard something. Muffled crying? Eret clearly heard it aswell, I recognised the voice after a second. "Tommy..?" I muttered to myself, Eret questioning me if it was Tommy. He instead protested it sounded more like Tubbo. I ignored him and followed the crying, it lead into the meadow near the flower field me and Eret had been in.

We wandered a bit more, before I found a curled up Tommy, crying under an oak tree. "Tommy, what happened!?" I questioned, running towards him and sitting beside him. Eret walked towards us and sat on the other side of Tommy.

Tommy looked startled to say the least, at me and Eret now worried sick beside the boy. But, after he took in our presence, the teen broke down into my shoulder. I rubbed the back of his head gently, letting him sob into me.

After he calmed down a bit I dared to ask, "What got you so worked up, bud?" I softly asked, Tommy looked directly at me, teary and red eyes.

"I-it's Wilbur..-" He stumbled over his words, I immediately went into a panic, is Wilbur injured, in danger!? I thought. Before I could question, the boy continued. "He- he wants me t-to lead the army whe-when the war comes..!" Stuttered Tommy, who was speaking through crying.

Rage boiled inside me, how could Wilbur put so much pressure on this boy!? A boy who threw away his childhood to run a stupid country with his older brother. A boy who got thrown into monarchy at a young age. A boy who became a vice president during his teenage years. Meant to be the best years of the life, fun, adventure, not war.

"That son of a fucking bastard!" I spat, full of absolute disgust. Tommy is only 16 for fuck sake. He shouldn't be thrown into these difficult situations. "Eret, can you stay here with Tommy?" I asked, more demanded but eh. The boy nodded, I gave a quick smile before dashing to Wilbur.

I arrived at the door to Wilbur's office, outside stood Jack, who was guarding the door. Seemed Wilbur was quite busy, if he asked our best guard to stand outside his door. Once Jack saw me, he stopped me. "Y/n, sorry but Wilbur doesn't want any interruptions-" I cut him off. "Jack this is serious, I hold a higher authority than you, and am very close friends with the president and vice president. This is a matter of emergency, so please." I spoke, my tone cold. He looked intimidated, but nodded and let me through.

I barged into Wilbur's office. He looked up at me, clearly irritated. "Y/n! I don't have time right now." Wilbur's death glare shot me, but I completely blanked him and closed the door.

"You fucking scum." I hissed, glaring at the man who I assumed already knew why I was here. He tried to speak, but I did first. "HE'S FUCKING SIXTEEN, WILBUR." I screamed, Wilbur looked taken aback.

But eventually he found his voice and yelled back, "WE'RE IN DESPERATE TIMES, Y/N. WHAT WAS I MEANT TO DO!?" He snapped, I couldn't believe him right now. What the fuck was even going through his head when he gave Tommy that job!?

"NOT THROW A CHILD WHO SHOULD BE EXPERIENCING HIS CHILDHOOD RIGHT NOW BUT THREW IT ALL AWAY FOR YOU INTO A FUCKING WAR."

Wilbur looked lost for words, and he was. This was the first time I'd went against him, the first time I'd called him out on something, the first time I spoke my opinion. And the worst part is, how goddamn calm he looks. I couldn't take it anymore, I let my anger take over and,

"You know what, you're a shit brother. A shitty, terrible, fucking brother."

Wilbur looked pissed, and I mean he looked as if he was about to stab the shit out of me. "If that's what you think, you try running a fucking nation, Y/n!" He spat, I just shot him a disgusted glare. "Now get out."

I tried to protest against him, but he was stronger than me and shoved me out of the door. Jack looked confused, to say the least, watching Wilbur slam the door in my face.

"IF YOU REALLY CARED ABOUT ME, YOU'D DO WHATS RIGHT, FOR TOMMY'S SAKE." I screamed at the closed door.

"FUCK OFF, Y/N. I'M DOING THE BEST I CAN." He yelled back, I stormed off, Jack attempted to stop me but I just couldn't be bothered.