So. Don't own Hetalia. Just getting that out of the way. MKB IS complete. A total of 14 chapters, so no fears on being left at a PERMINANT cliffhanger, because that is so unawesome. I will only upload a chapter a week or so, so as not to scare people away. It is rated M for later scenes, just watch for disclaimers at the top to know when to expect it.

First chapter: Not much to worry about in this chapter

Mein Kleiner Bruderchen

International News Report- German dictator and Nazi leader's, Adolf Hitler's, reign of terror and mass genocide has come to an end. The Austrian man was found dead in his bunker with his wife of a day, dead as well, early this morning by invading soviet troops. Police have not disclosed the way or cause of death, but they have suggested a double suicide instead of assassination. One thing is certain. Nazi Germany is no more. The nations of the world are meeting today to discuss the fate of this feared nation.

"Is it agreed then?" Alfred asked, looking tired and angry. They had all been in the same meeting for five hours now. Everyone arguing to each other about what to do was not helping to speed up the process, and was giving the American a headache.

"I don't like the idea. Yes, Ludwig messed up in not fighting against Hitler's ways when he still had a chance to save his people, causing us all pain and trouble..." The quiet Japanese man flinched, pressing a hand lightly to a bandage around his ribs, a reflex in remembering Hiroshima, though that had been caused by the American, not necessarily Ludwig's fault. "However... I think it was more his dictator's doing. Well all know how hard it is to go against the will of our bosses... I think the wall is too great a punishment after all he's been through." The Japanese man said quietly, not wanting to see his ally separated by these people.

"Kiku. We could be asking for his entire nation, dissolve it, destroy him really. Is putting up the wall and separating him from Prussia really all th-" Alfred was cut off by a furious snarl from the albino man across from him.

"Like hell American. Like hell! You are not separating us! Not while he is hurting and sick like he is. Germany is in chaos, Ludwig is so weak from everything that happened..." Gilbert's crimson eyes clouded in grief for his brother. "You take me away from him, you'll kill him... He needs my help Alfred."

"He needs to learn how to pick up the pieces himself Gilbert. You won't always be there to protect him. If he dies from this, then it serves him right. Maybe then we all would remember not to try and take over the world." Arthur said, forever the voice of reason. In truth, he didn't necessarily blame Ludwig himself for the near destruction of Britain, but he didn't exactly like the German and felt the wall was a fair punishment.

"Why let him pick up the pieces?" With that statement, everyone stopped and stared, the room going dead silent. "He... He deserves t-to die." The almost silent, trembling voice of Feliciano whispered from the end of the table where the Italian sat, being protectively held by his brother. His eyes streamed with tears and he was almost as pale as Gilbert, though he had sun kissed tan skin. He was my closest friend. I trusted him with my life... and then he pulls something like this and tells me to leave him. To leave and not come back... He thought, feeling broken inside. Everyone watched the trembling Italian with shocked, but sympathetic eyes, save Gilbert, who looked worried and desperate.

"You know it wasn't his fault Feli. You know he didn't mean it like that!" Gilbert tried to reason, knowing exactly what Feliciano was thinking, having had the conversation with him before. His heart raced and his thoughts spun. If even this little Italian was condemning his brother he didn't stand a chance on convincing them to keep West Germany and Prussia, East Germany, what have you, together, meaning, inevitably they wouldn't get to see each other for a while, if not forever.

"Look guys. It is getting late, and even heroes need their sleep." Alfred said with a ghost of a smile, trying to lighten the mood with a half hearted joke. "Why don't we all go and get some rest... We can start the meeting up again in the morning." The American yawned and got up from the table, soon followed by everyone else, save Gilbert and Feliciano.

"You know, he didn't mean to hurt you Feli. I promise you that. He would never do anything to hurt you intentionally, especially not like this." Gilbert said quietly with a soft sigh, looking at Feliciano with sad, pleading eyes. "I know he doesn't always act like it, but he loves you Feli. Really... He does..."

"You w-weren't there Gilbert... You couldn't know how he feels... I know what I saw and what I heard... I don't know that anything you say can convince me otherwise..." Feliciano said, eyes heart broken and full of grief. He wanted to believe Gilbert, but his heart wouldn't let him, keeping him away from potential heart break in case he turned out to be wrong. "Look... Gil I have to go... Fratello is worried enough about me as it is, I shouldn't worry him further by taking forever to get back..." The young, heart broken Italian whispered before walking to the door, tears streaming down his face. What if Gilbert is telling the truth? What if he still does love me? He thought with a sigh as he went out of the building and caught up with Lovino.

International News Report- The nations of the world have decided that Germany needs to pay for all damage done to each country affected by the war. On top of this, a wall is to be constructed, separating East and West Germany. This wall is to be known as the Berlin wall, where the East Germans will fall under soviet control, and the West, will remain mostly unaffected. Berlin is also to be separated, to be sure this nation doesn't try to take over again. With the divisions, this dangerous nation will be controlled.

All the nations of the world watched as the once great Ludwig Beilschmidt walked weakly into the room. He looked as though he had aged a century since the beginning of the war, his normally slicked back blonde hair hung in his eyes, his purposeful, powerful stride reduced to a limping, wobbly shuffle, shoulders hunched forward and head hanging low. His blue eyes, once so beautiful and clear, were clouded over and faded, and his skin had an ashen cast to it. All around he looked sickly and weak, but that didn't stop the wave of disgust, anger, and even fear from rolling through the conference room. With all the defiance he could manage in his weakened, broken state, Ludwig lifted his head and glared at the nations assembled before him. Gilbert and Ivan were no where to be seen.

"Your crimes against humanity have forced us to drastic measures Ludwig. Prussia and Germany are to be separated permanently. Gilbert is going to go live with Ivan ." Alfred said, holding his head high. In the back of his mind something was telling him this wasn't the right thing to do, but he ignored it. I will not feel bad about this. It is for the best He told himself. We've all agreed to the wall... well, most of us... There is nothing wrong with what we are doing.

Gilbert threw himself against the door to the conference room, determination to get to his brother and protect him from these people driving him past rational thought. The door was locked, and running into it hadn't accomplished anything but bruising his shoulder. "Mein kleiner bruderchen... Es tut mir leid." He whispered, sounding desperate. With a single tear running down his cheek, he rested his head against the door, memories of him and his brother whispering at the corners of his mind.

"Luddy? L-Ludwig!? Bruderchen... Bruder bitte... speak to me... b-bitte..." Gilbert whispered, hugging the broken, bleeding form of his brother in his arms. "Francis!" He snarled furiously, silence falling across the entire battlefield. "I will ficken kill you, you arschloch! He was just a boy! Just a little, defenseless boy!" The Prussian cried, crimson eyes livid, burning with such an intense fury, the Frenchman flinched back, slowly beginning to back away.

"Gilbert. You have to understand! He was more powerful than was healthy... We ha-"

"Halt die ficken klappe! I don't want to here any of it! Get out of my sight before I kill you myself." Gilbert hissed, holding onto the nearly dead child in his arms tightly. He watched as Francis slowly backed away, and nodded in satisfaction as he started running back to his troops, all of them leaving hastily. "Bruder... I should have been there for you... I should have stopped him... Stupid Roderich... I had to fight him off before I could come to you. Es tut mir leid." He whispered, eyes bright with distress. The albino man had gotten there just in time to see Francis stab Ludwig in he stomach with his sword and knock him over the head with it's hilt, enough time to witness the damage, but stand helpless and watch it happen... Now the child in his arms was probably going to die... and the thought terrified him.

He jumped slightly when he felt a small, icy hand on his cheek. Looking down, he met confused and terrified blue eyes for a brief second, before the hand fell away and Ludwig's blue eyes closed once more.

Ludwig dropped his defiant gaze, and swayed slightly, looking like he was going to pass out. The information had taken a second to process, his brain fighting not to accept the truth. Mein bruder... They are going to take mein bruder... He thought, a sickening feeling in the pit of his stomach as he fell heavily to a knee. He felt like he couldn't breathe and the room started spinning. They want my bruder! He wailed to himself silently, blue eyes sparking with distress and terror. He was so wrapped up in his grief, that he didn't notice the cry of distress that filled the room when he fell... But everyone else did.

Feliciano had, up until this point, been watching Ludwig with sad, clear eyes, finding it exceedingly difficult to remember he was angry with Ludwig for betraying him. He felt the tears he had been holding back slide down his face as he stood and hurriedly left from the room. He just couldn't bring himself to watch any longer. Mio tedesco... I'm so sorry...

All the nations in the room went silent as Feliciano left, many suddenly feeling guilty. This decision was not only hurting the German brothers, but it was hurting Feliciano as well. This couldn't be right! Could it? Unfortunately the decision to construct the wall had already been agreed upon; there was no going back now. All eyes turned to Ludwig once the door had closed. How had he been so wrapped up in his grief that he didn't realize the Italian had left?

A wide eyed Ludwig ran down the hall to his brother's room, crying out in terror each time a clap of thunder sounded over head. He reached Gilbert's room and hesitated, hearing a lull in the storm. He shouldn't be so afraid of a little- The thought was never finished though, because the loudest clap of thunder yet sent him flying through his older brother's door and onto his bed, shaking like a leaf.

Gilbert woke immediately, irritated at first, but then he realized what the problem was. "Mein Gott bruderchen. Thunder again?" He said sleepily, his words slurring together with his drowsiness. When Ludwig didn't stop trembling, he held out his arms to the young German nation with a sigh.

Ludwig, of course, crawled over to him and laid down, snuggling right up against Gilbert's chest. "Danke bruder." Ludwig said with a yawn, his unruly hair tickling Gilbert's cheek. He already felt better, safe in the Prussian man's arms. If anyone could protect him from the frightening thunder, it was his brother.

"Silly kleiner bruder. It is only a noise..." Gilbert reasoned, though his eyes were soft as another boom of thunder sent Ludwig into a new wave of trembles. "...But if it scares you that much, I'll be here." He promised with a kiss to the boy's temple. He pulled him close against his chest and rested his head back down against his pillow, only to reopen his eyes and look down at Ludwig when a small hand tapped his arm. "Ja?"

"You... You promise you'll always be there?" Ludwig said softly, his voice a bit nervous and fearful.

Gilbert smiled and kissed the boy's temple again. "Ja. Always. Ich liebe dich Luddy."

The silence that had fallen over the nation's stretched on as Ludwig grieved. It seemed to take him forever to pull himself back together, leaving some of his closer allies with a frown. He never showed this kind of weakness.

Everyone flinched back when he finally stood back up, his eyes completely lifeless. "Let me see him to say goodbye..." He said in a sickened voice, meeting each nation's eyes in turn.

"That isn't allowed. You have already been sep-"

"You will let me see him before you separate us! If you don't do it for me, at least do it for him. This isn't his punishment, it is mine. None of you realize just how badly this will hurt him. You will let me speak with him before that verdammt wall goes up." Ludwig said firmly, his voice thick with the command and his eyes glittering with authority.A ghost of his former, respected self shone through in the way he straightened despite his injuries and his exhaustion, and in the way he defiantly held Alfred's gaze.

Despite it all, Alfred flinched back ever so slightly and reluctantly nodded after a moment. "Ten minutes Beilschmidt. You have ten minutes." He muttered, voice echoing the exhaustion that shown in everyone's face. His stride was stiff as he opened the conference room door. "Gilbert. You got ten minutes with your brother. Hurry up." Everything about the American was surprisingly apologetic. No one but Gilbert, and perhaps some of the older nations, would catch the way Alfred's eyes shown with sympathy, or the way he held the door and kept his face tilted towards the floor.

Gilbert clapped the young power house on the shoulder, a sign of wary gratitude, before rushing into the room and to his brother's side. "Bruderchen!" He cried out with a mix of relief and worry in his voice. He wrapped his arms around Ludwig tightly, sending fierce crimson glares at everyone in the room save Antonio and Kiku. "This is wrong. They shouldn't treat you like this. They have no right verdammt! They can't just decide what to do with your nation! They... They-"

Ludwig cut off Gilbert's ranting with a shake of his head. "You'll always be there for me, ja? Bruderlein?" He said softly, refusing to shed a tear in front of the others.

Gilbert's crimson eyes widened as they met Ludwig's glassy blue ones. He too looked ready to cry, but if anyone was more prideful than the blond haired German, it was his older brother. He would not give these cold hearted, unawesome bastards the satisfaction of seeing him cry. "Ja... Always kleiner bruderchen..." He responded, speaking no louder than a whisper to keep the tremble out of his voice. "You have to promise me you will do your best to stay strong mein bruder. Promise me."

Despite his resolve to not shed a tear, Gilbert's words sounded too close to the inevitable goodbye in their immediate future. Ludwig's blue eyes closely resembled those of the small child he had once been, frightened and desperately needing his brother's comfort. "Bruder... I can't pro-"

"Nein! Promise me!" Gilbert demanded, his voice ringing with the authority of a Germanic nation. He was not about to let Ludwig give up. Even if he wasn't there he... He couldn't just let his little brother give up. Germany was weak enough as it was and just about every stronger nation in the conference room would take advantage of his weakness as soon as Gilbert wasn't there. He couldn't give up. "Promise. Me."

Ludwig sighed and hung his head. He'd do anything for Gilbert, even if it was promising to keep himself safe. "I will try my best bruder." Apparently that wasn't good enough. Gilbert's eyes glared furiously into Ludwig's.

"Nein. There is no 'try' bruder. You will stay strong. You will carry on... even without me." Gilbert commanded firmly, his voice leaving no room for question or compromise.

Ludwig would have responded, but Ivan had grabbed Gilbert and was forcing him toward the door. "Time is up, Gilly." He said with a child-like grin, his voice positively chilling. Of all the nations in the room, Ivan was the one who was the most unaffected by all the sorrow between the two German brothers. He actually had a gleam of excitement in his eyes that made Ludwig and Gilbert both shudder in unison.

It took a moment, but Gilbert fought against Ivan's hold, looking demonic in his anger and power as he realized this was the last time he'd see Ludwig in who knew how long. He had to talk to his brother for longer! Even a few more seconds would be better than leaving him now... He isn't strong enough for this! They'll kill him! His economy is struggling and he hasn't even began paying the unrealistic charges against him to the others! Plus... without me or the Italian... He... He won't want to live. I know mein kleiner bruderchen. He can't take this! No nation is strong enough to live through this...

Gilbert wasn't the only one who had begun to fight their separation. Ludwig lurched forward, digging deep inside of himself for what little buried strength he had inside. They were not taking his brother without a fight, even if he was weakened. His injuries hardly slowed his advance on the bulky Russian man who held his brother captive. His anger rolled off of him in tangible waves, stopping the other nations in their tracks as they were consumed with fear. The only nations who continued to move against him were Yao and Alfred.

"Did you think I'd just stand by and watch you all forcibly take away the only person I have left who cares for me? Did you think for a second that just because I may be weakened, just because I may be sick, that I am not strong enough to fight back? I AM Nazi Germany whether you trottels like it or not! I have made mistakes. I will be the first to admit that, but haven't we all? Is it really alright to punish one nation like this when things like blowing up a military base go unnoticed? Alfred did the exact same thing as I with his native people, enslaved the African colored people, and then held all the Asian people in camps. You don't see him being punished in the slightest. No one is forcing him from Matthew. Is it not enough that my people are already shattered and afraid? Is it not enough that you are not allowing my people to recover? No. Clearly not. You have to take mein bruder away and give him to that verdammt communist bastard! With our separation, you tear apart many families in mein country. You all want me to prove my worth as a nation again? You aren't giving me the chance!" Ludwig's voice rang all throughout the room, the commanding presence he held himself with was something the others hadn't seen since the beginning of the war.

Unfortunately, he was just too out numbered to do more than break Ivan's nose. What ever daze the other nations had been caught up in, when Ludwig's fist had collided with Ivan's face, and the Russian's blood had splashed against the ground, all of them but the Nordics, Antonio and Kiku had gotten up to restrain him. Ludwig thrashed against their holds, managing to cause many broken bones, though what and who they belonged to was a mystery. Despite his heroic, or maybe demonic, effort, Alfred smacked him in the head with the back of a gun, rendering the still powerful man unconscious.

"Ivan take the Prussian. Everyone else. Prepare to build the wall. Let's just get this over with so we can all move on with our lives." Alfred commanded, sounding exhausted. He would much rather just leave the troublesome German brothers alone, but his boss had other plans. He was the hero! But... Right now he felt very much like the villain. There was nothing he could do to fix this... After all, he had to keep Ivan happy, or else they'd be plunged into an all out war with the soviet union. It was all more complicated than what the American wanted it to be. Alfred's blue eyes watched Ivan and the struggling, German screeching Gilbert until they disappeared from sight down the hall. What have I just done to the German brothers?

So I apologize for any feels kills... Reviews are appreciated though! :)