The Girl in the Snow- GermanyxReaderxPrussia 2

The cabin was dark and quiet when Gilbert peeked his head inside the door. No lamps or candles flickered their little lamps. Even the fire in the hearth was down to the last few embers.

The albino waved his hand energetically for Ludwig. “Vati is gone!” he hissed, “It is safe to bring her in!”

Ludwig nodded quietly, lifting the girl easily into the air and carrying her into the little cottage, “Try to start a fire going. Ve vill need to varm her up quickly or risk her losing somezhing to frostbite.”

Gil nodded grimly. He knew what a danger the cold could be out here. Vati had shown Ludwig and him his missing toe multiple times when they were children, always with the same warning.

“Zhe snow may seem fun in the light, boys. Vhen zhe snowflakes dance on zhe air and zhe vorld sparkles vith vonder. But at night, zhe vind picks up and it bites at you like a vicious wolf and you realize zhat zhe snow is not your friend but your vorst enemy.”

The young man busied himself with the few pieces of dry kindling they had left, begging for them to catch fire and ward away the evil frost.

Ludwig set the girl down gently on the small cot in the corner and took off his own thick fur coat, wrapping it around her snugly. He grasped one of her small delicate hands in his and began to rub her fingers gently.

“Her hands are like ice…” he whispered, pale blue eyes fixed on her in wonder, “She must haff been out zhere for so long… It is a vonder she is not dead already.”

“I’ll say,” snorted Gil, “But zhe greater vonder is zhat she vas out zhere in zhe first place. Is she ein Idiot or something?! She’s not even vearing anyzhing varm!”

“I don’t zhink she’s from around here, Bruder…” Ludwig murmured, reaching out a hand to touch the girl’s color drained face, “I’ve never seen her before.”

“Vell ve don’t exactly get much company around here, do ve? She probably lives out on a farm or somezhing.”

“Nein… Zhat’s not it. I can feel it. Somezhing’s different about zhis Mädchen.”

“And how vould you know, hmm, West?”

“I just do.” Ludwig snapped, his harsh tone ending things once and for all.

“Sometimes I svear you’re Vati, Ludwig. You’re so serious just like him.” Gilbert shook his head, smiling slightly as the wood in the stone hearth caught fire, crackling and popping merrily.

“Ah, gut. You got a fire going. Come over here and help me varm her up. She’s still freezing and it vill be avhile before zhe fire vill doing anyzhing for her.”

“Mmm, my pleasure, Bruder. Gott knows how long it’s been since I held a voman.” Gilbert chuckled, striding quickly over to the little bed, throwing off his coat onto the floor.

“Nein, Gil. You vill do nozhing to her.” Ludwig glared at his brother, eyes boring holes into the older man’s skull.

“Fine, fine, ‘Vati.’ I svear on my honor as a Beilshmidt I vill do nozhing to her… At least until she vakes up. Kesesesesese…”

“Gilbert!”

“Ja, ja. I know. I vill do nozhing, really. You can’t blame me for vanting to haff a little bit of fun zhough.” Gilbert sat next to his brother, grabbing the girl’s other hand a bit roughly and rubbing vigorously on her cold fingers.

“Ja, I can. Now you sit vith her for avhile. I’m going to make some food for vhen she vakes. I know she vill be hungry.” Ludwig stood quickly, grabbing a small black pot from the floor and hanging it about the small fire. He grabbed an assortment of ingredients from around the rest of the cabin, hands flying as he chopped them up and tossed them into the pot.

Gilbert watched from the bed, one arm around the girl who was propped up asleep on his shoulder. The albino shifted Ludwig’s enormous coat around so it was holding both of them inside of it, using his body heat to warm her up.



Later as the stew simmered in its pot and delicious smells wafted about the little cabin, Gilbert and Ludwig sat on two little stools, watching the strange girl sleep on their bed, sipping beer and debating on who she was.

“Do you zhink she is eine Prinzessin?” Gilbert asked, ruby red eyes growing wide in wonder, “Maybe if ve return her to her palace, ve vill get some kind of reward!”

“Nein… I zhink she is some sort of forest spirit like in zhe stories Vati used to tell us.” Ludwig said, stroking the nonexistent stubble on his chin thoughtfully.

“Vhat if she is just a whore from zhe village? Zhat’s vhy ve’ve never seen her! She vorks during zhe day!” Gilbert giggled childishly, eyeing the girl roguishly.

“Nein she is most definitely somezhing mystical. I can feel it.” Ludwig looked at Gilbert, nodding with a confident smile.

“Zhat is so not true!” Gilbert turned to face his brother, voice rising into something of a shout, “Zhere is nozhing magical out zhere, you-“

He was cut off by a small, feminine voice, “Why don’t you just ask?”

The girl had awoken.