Berlin was always in constant change, a change he'd watched for hundreds of years. Old buildings had fallen to make room for skyscrapers. The corner on which he was dragging on his cigarette used to have a church and not an office building. He stubbed out the last glowing embers of his finished cigarette and strolled back towards the residential district.
This city used to be his capital, the heart of the Prussian empire. He pulled out another cigarette, blowing the smoke gently out between his lips and into the grey sky as he mused about where his heart was now. He still had one in his chest. He could feel it pump the blood through his veins as it always had. But times came like today when the empty feeling of the lack of a capital overwhelmed the steady pulse of his heart.
He loved Berlin, but the vast difference of the times tore at the edges of the hole and left it raw and exposed. Sometimes he had to run to look in a mirror to make sure his flesh was still intact. It always was, but the nagging feeling never left him.
It subsided when he travelled. Travelling made him forget his lack of heart and focus on other things. He made a point to go to people instead of them coming to him whenever possible. It was an easy task, since they did not need to venture to Berlin to have a diplomatic meeting with him. They came for West. But he was never home when West hosted events. He left for those more often than not. He only stayed when asked.
He never stayed in Berlin long, but he couldn't bring himself to sell his flat. It wasn't special, it wasn't historical, it didn't hold precious memories. It was a flat, but it was in Berlin. It was the tiny 500 square feet of his former heart he still owned. It was his part of Berlin.
He made sure to stub out his cigarette before pushing open the doors to his apartment complex. He held his fist over his heart as he climbed the stairs as if it would fill the hole he felt and make it go away. His door was unlocked when he reached it, and he smiled softly to himself. He opened the door quietly. Her suitcase rested next to her pair of leather boots.
"There you are!" a happy voice called when he stepped into the flat. "I just let myself in." The brunette smiled and adjusted the flower in her hair that had slipped out of place during her flight.
"Sorry you weren't greeted by my awesome," he said and grinned cheekily, leaning down to kiss her quick.
She gently slapped his arm with mock annoyance, but her green eyes twinkled at him lovingly. He just laughed and wrapped his arms around her. The gaping hole in his chest stitched itself back together with an even seam as he held her. His heart belonged in Budapest, and Budapest belonged to him.
A/N: Just a little drabble thing I wrote last night. The frat boys down the street wouldn't shut the hell up so I got up and wrote until the noise ordinance took effect and made them stop. XD
This started out going to be more about how he has watched the world change, but it ended up being more fluff. OTL I write so much fluff. But it's good for the soul, right? 8D /shot
I have no real knowledge of Berlin, so I kind of made it up. DX Hopefully I didn't totally do something weird and not possible...
Anyway, hope you liked it! Tell me how I can improve!