After around 6 hours of driving and getting lost, we finally arrive at the docks where we would board the boats and our car would be taken on the same boat, all the way to Frances Country.
The boat rocks on the gently waves, as hundreds of humans board it. I was wearing a hat to hide my face, Britain said it was a safety precaution, but i knew he was slightly still embarressed to walk around with me.
We walk onto the deck, Britain smiling at a security guard as we walked. Britain walks to the front of the boat, where more fancy looking humans where, in all their pearls and richess.
Some glanced, others scoffed in disgust as i sat on a chair near the front railings of the boat.
"Ok Germany...i am going to go to where the catering is, you can either stay out here or come inside"
Brit says.
"I will stay out here"
I say, watching him walk inside, turning my chair to face the ocean as the boat begins to go.
The gentle waves slap against the sides of the grand boat, the birds cawing.
Ravens.
I look to them, watching a few land on the deck, scaring the smug, rich humans.
I giggle softly as the ravens decieded their rain of terror was over as quick as it had begun ,and flew back into the sky, circling the boat instead.
I sit in a few minutes of silence, letting it shroud me.The silence was delightful...
A hand taps my head, tapping my beanie. I turn once again, looking at a human, the man was wearing a blue jacket, and dark red joggers.
His smile was crooked and his eyes like darts, stabbing at me.
"Howdy there...kiddo...i hope you dont mind if i ask a few questions...im a news reporter and it isnt everyday you would see a...um...decendent on a boat"
The man says, holding my chair so i couldnt turn back around. I stare, my heart rate spiked slightly. The man looked like he might have well tried to stab me there and then.
I knew exactly what he meant by decendent.
"I dont mean to scare you...just want to know everything about you..."
The man says again, his English clear and easy to understand.
I cant take the pressure and i push the man, full force to the floor, pinning him too it and raising my fist to hit him.
Then it hits me...
Gasps arose and screams and coments.
The humans watch, most pulling out small weapons to defend themselfs.
There afraid...
The man quivers beneath my raised fist.
"GERMANY!?"
I hear Britain call.
My heart beats faster as i unpin the man, as he sneaks away, Britain walks towards me, ignoring the man.
He puts a hand on my shoulder.
"My boy...come...lets get you away from public eye"
Britain says, pushing me into the rooms of the boat, the big catering room mostly empty, the back walls surrounded with tables full of food and drink despencers.
He makes me take a seat, i do so, pulling the beanie down over my eyes so he cant see my red ruby eyes shine in the reflection of the lights, which caused the room to have an oldern ballroom feel to it.
"Germany...Son-"
"Dont. Im not your son..."
"..."
Britain sighs, pulling the beanie away from my eyes, pulling it off my head and causing my hair to springe into a messy monstrosity.
He brushes it from out the way of my eyes.
"I can still treat you like one of my own Germany... i know that you have to deal with all that crap, and i know its um..."
"Its what? In my genes!?"
I raise my voice slightly before it goes silent like someone blowing out a candles only flame.
Britain stands, placing both hands on my shoulders, forcing me to look him in the eyes.
"That wasnt what i meant, i know its hard having to put up with life...i just dont want you running off and you know...blowing out your flame"
He says, pulling me into, what i thought, an unnesasary hug, one of his specialitys at the moment.
I awkwardly return the hug as he releases me, looking me in the eyes now, his hands still on my shoulders.
He removes his hands and slides my beanie back on my head, putting it on wonky as i correct it.
He smiles softly at me, before he walks away to talk to some other humans in suits and hats, some in fedoras and others in top hats, just like Britains.
He blended in, unlike i did.
I sigh, looking around the room towards the door.
Kids my age, running around with a football in poshly outfits, yet they seemed to have an untidy fit to them.
Maybe they would see me as one of them.
Not a monstors childs.
I stand, walking over to them.
One girl, a mixed race with a frizzy black afro, green emerald like eyes and a purple tshirt and trousers, a smiling smile, full of just joy, she had a small star clipped to her t-shirt, the star of David.
Another boy, a white one, his cheeks covered in dust, messy dirty blonde hair covering one eye, a brown jumper on the top of a white shirt which seemed to be nice and clean, his eyes
And the third boy, another white one with brunette tuffs of hair sticking out of his neat cliché hair, purple eyes hiding behind eyes full of tiredness and sorrow, he wore a black long sleeved shirt, and raggy blue trousers which only just touched the floor.
"Um..hi"
I stutter, every inch of me telling me to just go back and sit.
The girl is the first to achknoledge me, still smiling.
"Hi!"
She says happily before the blonde boy rags her away, fear in his eyes.
"Hes the son of the man that gassed your family!"
The boy hisses, the girl shrugs.
"I know, but he didnt, his father did, we shouldnt hate him just because of who his father was"
The girl replys, ragging her arm from the boy and walking back over to me.
A bit of hope flutters inside me.
"Sorry about Jakey...i am Tirani and the depressing one is Blake"
Tirani hold her hand out for me to shake , the star shines as it goes on an angle towards the son.
I smile, finally some acceptance! I take her hand and she smiles back as Jakey and Blake wearily look towards me.
Jakey picks up the football and looks towards me.
"You play?"
He says, holding up the football.
"Yeah"
I reply.
I only knew how to play because my father had taught me, and his brother, Hungary had taught me when i had gone to stay with him.
Jakey drops the football to the ground and kicks it to me.
"Mine and Blakes goal is there, and yours and...um Tiranis is there"
He points to opposite sides of the boat as he speaks, before we manadge to get a game started.
The game goes well, Tirani and I winning with 13:6 points. After a while we are all tired, and Tirani boasts about winning to Blake and Jakey, tbe three giggling and laughing.
"You good Kid"
Blake says to me, he had a light Russian accent as he giggles slightly, holding his hand out for a friendship handshake.
I shake it.
Lots of handshaking...
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Just Friends? // Countryhumans, RusGer (COMPLETED!)
Random(The entire book is from just Germanys POV) After my father died, i drifted apart from my brother. I attendid a terrible highschool, full of underpaid teachers and terrible human children that clearly didnt like germans... for persific reasons- Luc...
