F.A.C.E x Reader: I'm Getting A Second Chance pt 4

"___, would you mind coming down here for a few seconds, love?" Your older brother Arthur yelled.

It had now gone many years and you now looked like you were about 10 years old.

"Coming!" You yelled back, walking out of your room.

Your room, your brothers hadn't really done anything new to it. It was exactly the same as when 'she' lived in it.

'She'.

You didn't really know anything about her. More than how her room looked like when she was alive.

(f/c) walls, wooden floor, mostly wooden furniture but some white furniture too. In one of the corners there was a coffin.

It was always locked and you didn't have the key so you didn't know what was in it.

You used it as a table.

You walked down the stairs to your older brother, noticing that he had his arms crossed over his chest. He was annoyed, lovely.

"Yeah, what did you want Artie?" You asked.

"You sure took your time, ___." He said, using your real name.

He usually called you 'love' or 'poppet' and then there was the very rare one 'sweetheart'.

He only called you by your name when he was angry with you.

"I'm sorry, I was just lost in thoughts." You apologized, hoping that he wouldn't be angry with you anymore.

His expression softened. "It's alright, poppet. Just try to come faster next time, alright?"

You smiled. "Alright!"

"Anyway, dudette." Alfred said, patting your shoulder from behind, making you jump.

"Geez, Alfie... Stop doing that, it's scary!" You yelled.

"Haha, sorry dudette." Your older brother laughed as he patted your shoulder some more.

You sighed and turned your attention to your oldest brother again. "What was it that you wanted, anyway?"

"Oh... Well, It's your birthday next week and I was wondering what you wanted for birthday present." He replied.

'Oh, that's right...' You thought.

"Uhm... Well... I guess, eh..." You mumbled trying to come up with something that you wanted.

"I'm waiting."

Then you suddenly thought of something. "Well, that coffin in my room, it's locked." You said.

"Yes.."

"And I figured that maybe you could make a key so that I can see what's in it!"

Arthur's face suddenly got pale. "Uh... Don't you want anything else, love?"

"Yeah, dudette. Isn't there anything else that you want?" Alfred asked.

You looked at them. "No, I want a key." You said as you turned around and started to walk back to your room.

Alfred sighed when he heard the door to your room shut closed. "What're we gonna do now?" He asked and glanced at Arthur.

"I don't know..." He replied, still really pale.

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The day for your birthday came closer and before you know it you were one year older.

You heard steps in the stairs, coming towards your room and you pretended to sleep.

You heard how they stopped outside of your room and whispered to each other.

"Hey, watch out!" Alfred whispered, but pretty loud.

"You're standing on my foot, frog!" Arthur whispered.

"Honhonhon... You zink I care?" Francis replied.

"Hey, I think that we should be quie-" Matthew attempted to say but he was cut off by Arthur.

"You should bloody care!" He hissed.

"And why would I do zat?"

"Because that's the right manners to have if you're a gentleman, fr-"

"Just SHUT UP!" Alfred whispered, this time it wasn't even a real whisper.

You heard a few mumbles but then it became quiet.

The door opened and the four older brothers that you knew and loved started to sing for you.

Every time you heard that song your heart felt as it would just break and shatter into thousands of pieces.

You loved that song, it was the song that you remembered how someone used to sing for you, before you even met your older brothers.

"Ted snnif tte dnal rad rammord rals ni,
Rad alla ra adalg hco agilkcyl.
Ted snnif tte dnal rad gaj raksla gid.
As gaj reknaks gid ted,
as tta gaj nak aksla gid tgiverof.
Gaj raf ne ardna snahc."

They finished the song, not pronouncing a single word correct, but you didn't care about that.

At least they tried.

You were the one that taught them that song. The song that a woman, maybe your mother, learnt you so many years ago.

"'appy birthday, ma cherie!" Francis said and gave you a hug.

"Thanks, Francis." You said and returned the hug.

"My turn! Happy Birthday, dudette! The hero will make sure that it's the best birthday, EVER!" Alfred said and pushed Francis away so that he could pull you into a huge bear hug.

"T-thanks Alfie... But I c-can't breathe..." You said as he squeezed you.

"Oh, sorry." He said and let you go.

"Happy Birthday, sweetheart." Arthur said and smiled at you.

"H-happy birthday, maple." The youngest of your four older brothers, Matthew said, calling you the nickname that he usually called you.

They all called you different things. Alfred called you dudette, Francis ma cherie, Matthew maple and Arthur called you ´love, poppet or sweetheart.

They never really called you by your name, and you never understood why.

Obviously, It was because otherwise, they'd constantly have to be reminded about 'her'. And they didn't want that. So they called you nicknames instead.

"Breakfast in the kitchen in three minutes!" Matthew said with a smile.

"D'accord!(Okay!)" You replied. Using French, the language that Francis and Matthew learnt you.

"Bien.(Good.)" He said as the four of them left you alone to get dressed.

You put on a (f/c) T-shirt and a black skirt with knee-high socks and went down.

In the kitchen, you saw your four brothers sit around the table. On the plate in front of your seat you also saw a plate with pancakes with LOTS of maple syrup on.

You sat down and started to eat your pancakes.

When you were done eating your pancakes they started to give you their gifts to you.

From Arthur you got a book with fairy tales, From Francis a hairpin with a rose on it, Alfred gave you a comic book and Matthew gave you a stuffed animal which looked like a bear.

But there was still a gift left on the table.

"What's that?" You asked and pointed at it. It was a pretty small package, wrapped in old newspapers, and it didn't have a name on it.

"We don't know." Alfred said.

"You don't know?"

"Non, It came in ze mail." Francis replied.

You grabbed the package and opened it.

You stared at the item.

"What in the world...?"

TO BE CONTINUED...