Timeless (Ereri/Riren Fic) (DISCONTINUED)

Germany, 1940

Eren Jäger is your typical fourteen year old during WWII, poor and barely making ends meet between him and his sister, Michaela. Petty theft, soccer, and running the streets with their mutual friend Armin is what they call life. Unbeknowst to them, a certain French spy will room in their home, and they will soon discover life beyond their small reaches.

*Eren's POV*

Eren laughed as the cold snow and air nipping bitterly at his nose, running with the makeshift soccer ball down their street in Kassel. Jean was chasing after him angrily, havng just been out run and out gamed by the German brunette, who was taking his bragging to another level. He ran, turning back to face Jean with taunting looks as he ran.

"Du Arschloch, werde ich Sie!" Jean yelled, charging toward Eren. Eren grinned maniacally as he ran, turning back around. Sure, Jean had just called him an asshole, but Jean was a sore loser too. 

"You wish, Pferd Gesicht--horse face." Jean et out an angry growl, charging even faster.

Oh shit, the horse faced bastard was really pissed now. Without warning, Jean launched himself at Eren, tackling him to the ground. 

"You arschlocher--ass licker-- get off me!" Eren growled, smacking at Jean's furious hands. 

"No, you dickhead, you're gonna stop calling me a damn horse face!"

"Fine, we'll call you a horse faced asshole, that better?"

"Fuck you!" Jean yelled through gritted teeth when Eren reached up and yanked his ear. A painful screech erupted from the multi-colored haired boy, who retaliated with a choking hold on Eren. After a stalemate, the other kids decided to get involved.

"Jesus Christ Jean, c-calm down...." Jean's best friend Marco said softly, pulling at Jean's arm. Eren's best friend, Armin, stood behind him, looking quite troubled. 

"Ja, d-don't fight....you two are in the middle of the street you know...." He reminded them. Eren and Jean looked around, then  looked back at each other.

"For another day then, arschloch?"

"Sure, pferd."

With another growl, Jean let Eren go, getting off of him. Eren stood, ready to get back at Jean by pushing him down and running off, but a car horn stopped him. The group of teenagers split off as the car came tumbling down the street, a Nazi swaztika painted boldly on the side. They stared with a slight curiosity, yet a slightly unnerved atmosphere. Why were the Nazis in Kassel today?

"Eren, that's your house," Armin pointed out as the car drove in front of his house, stopping there as well. Eren began his slow walk over, Armin trailing behind. 

"Scheiße, what could they want?" Eren huffed as he began a jog to his home. Michaela was inside, he could see her peering out the window. Their eyes meet, and her raven-grey eyes seemed to ask, Why?

I don't know, he mouthed back, walking over and standing on the steps. Armin stood right next to him, watching the car for movement. After a short while, the doors opened and two people stepped out. A brunette woman, with hair in a ponytail, and wearing glasses, and a older looking dirty blonde. The brunette spotted Eren and squealed, rushing over to him. 

"Oooooohh! His eyes, look at those things, they're goooorgeous!" She cried, holding his face and exaimining him. 

"H-Hanjis....please, let the kid go, you're scaring him...." The blonde said, looking a bit concerned for Eren. But the man had a point, Eren was completely confused as to what was going on.