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PRIZE: GerCan Circus Oneshot“Gilbert, are you sure zhis ischt ze right vay?”
Gilbert Beilschmidt looks over at his brother Ludwig and rolls his eyes.
“Kesesesese! Of course, ze awesome me never fails!” He replies cheerfully.
“Damn it! Keep both hands on ze vheel!”
“Stop it, Vest! I’m fine.” Gilbert huffs and steers the car into a turn.
Gilbert had wanted to take Ludwig to the circus. That was the last thing the serious German needed, but Gilbert was insistent, so he had to go. He kept regretting his decision at every turn on the road.
“Okey, ve’re here!”
Ludwig rolls his eyes and gets out, patting the tickets he had kept for Gilbert in his pocket. His brother seemed excited, and he had no idea why. After all, it was just a circus. Circuses really bored him to death, but he didn’t have the heart to tell Gilbert no. They both walk inside and suddenly they’re both overwhelmed with the smell of popcorn.
“Mmmm. Zhat smells good,
APH: My Rocket Exploded“START THE COUNTDOWN!” Alfred yells.
“Sir, yes, sir!” Feliciano gives a salute and starts chanting. “10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5…”
“IGNITION SEQUENCE START!!!” Alfred shouts, covering his ears and ducking for cover.
“4, 3, 2, 1, zero!”
He squeezes his eyes shut and punches a button. Smoke billows out from under Alfred’s model, and Feliciano yelps. But Alfred is grinning like he just won the Kentucky Derby.
But nothing happens.
Slowly, the grin slides off Alfred’s face. His blue eyes widen, and he’s still covering his ears. The rocket is still for a moment, and then a mini explosion rocks the patch of grass called the landing pad. Little chunks of wood fly out in different directions, and smoke billows out from the rocket lying stiffly in the grass. Alfred swears under his breath and slowly walks over, picking up the rocket. He bites his lip and glances up at Feliciano, both of their faces streaked with soot and
APH: The Psychic GirlAlfred drums his fingers on the desk absentmindedly, not paying attention to the teacher. The burgers he had smuggled earlier are starting to smell- in a good way. But a bad one, too, because anyone could figure out that he had junk food in his pockets. He glances up at the clock, then back to his paper. Back to the clock, back to his paper, only one thought in his head: when is the bell gonna ring? He steals a glance outside the window, watching the golden fall leaves. Fall equals football season, which equaled a hell of a lot of fun. He couldn’t wait to get there on the field and score a touchdown. That would be awesome. The bell rings and he quickly picks up his books. One of them falls down, so he picks it back up. A girl in his class, sitting in the corner of the classroom, passes by his desk and stealthily slides him a note. Her sandy hair is slightly blonder than his, but her glassy blue eyes are unreadable under thick glasses.
APH: NightmaresAlfred woke up screaming.
He pauses, panting, chills going down his spine. His heart pounds, quickly, and another chill goes down his spine. As if…he was being watched. He had the nightmares every night, just another part of his well-planned torture, and every time, he woke up screaming. Alfred winces at the footsteps down the hall, and his brother Matthew appears in the doorway, looking concerned as he did every damn time it happened.
“A-al?” He whispers.
The American looks up, and his face darkens.
He mutters, turning away. Matthew grabs his brother’s shoulder, spinning him around so that they faced each other. He searches Alfred’s face for unusual signs, but Alfred’s face was stoic and emotionless.
“Nothing. Just a nightmare.” He turns away again.
“Alfred, it was more than th-”
Alfred turns and gives him such a pained look that Matthew just stops speaking. What w
APH: There's Got To Be SomewhereAlfred squints up at the sky, watching the billions of little stars twinkle and sparkle with glowing lights. He inhales sharply as a little star travels across the sky, and he smiles. Looking at the night sky always calmed him down. It always made him see that maybe there was a reason to live. Maybe there was a future for him, and maybe there was something he could dream about. But mostly, he wondered…was there somewhere out there with no worries? Somewhere where he could be free, for real? Somewhere where he could be carefree, where he could live his life, where he could be happy? It would be a beautiful place. A place shimmering in all sorts of colors, but mostly gold, with long fields stretching forever. The sky would be a brilliant blue, and he could watch the Earth beneath him. It would be a place like the places in the fairy tale books he read when he was little. And looking up at the stars, he could almost imagine that he was there.
He murmurs to himself, hon
APH: RocketsThe chilly wind pinches Felicia's nose, and she rubs it to stay warm. Of course, this place was as hot as hell during the day, but an October night was colder than she anticipated. She kicks a leaf to the side and struggles to catch up with her friend, Alfred.
"Are we there yet?"
Alfred checks his watch, his blue eyes showing concern for a quick moment. Then he brightens, beaming at Felicia.
"Almost! We gotta be there in like, five minutes."
She nods numbly. Five minutes? She couldn't take five minutes in this wind, but Alfred seemed really excited and confident. He didn't tell her what they were going to see, but he kept checking his watch and glancing up at the sky. Alfred stops for a moment, and turns back to her.
"Y'know this thing can be scrubbed in a second, right?"
Felicia frowns. That didn't make any sense. Scrub? What was it, a cleaning demonstration?
"What do you mean?"
Alfred's eyes show disbelief for a moment, but then he nods in understanding. He keeps walking, though, and
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