Disclaimer: Neither Hetalia nor its characters belong to me.

Warnings: issues about drugs, weapons, politics, etc., so you are warned.


Everyone knows the dramatic story of the Berlin Wall, which divided the German brothers for a long time, and was a symbol of division during a dark and cold time, but even so, the evil wall had fallen and the brothers came together, as they had to be, and good triumphed and freedom flourished and the brothers who were separated got back together, now without the cruel wall in between. That's what Alfred loved repeating over and over again, and he almost felt as if his own merit it was. And for a long time he was the spokesman for that dramatic event, repeating it and pitying Germany for it. At first his words were tolerated, his praise accepted, and his exaggerations overlooked, but there is always a limit point, and more now. The wall and the brothers, Ludwig was tired of it, and soon, he would confront the evasive American, make him fix his eyes on a place he was trying not to look at.

- For once and for all! - Germany said, looking at the eyes of the American- you should be dying of pain and shame to brag about the fall of a wall that divided brothers when you want to raise one, between you and your own brother! Germany told him tired and saddened.

There it was again, the United States didn't want to think about that, he didn't want to, he preferred to talk about the Berlin Wall all his life to think about that, his southern brother.


-If you have a little dignity, you will stop talking about the wall that divided my brother and I to cover your anguish and face your own truth.


The United States looked away when Germany sought his eyes. He had discovered it. Actually, Alfred didn't want to think about the wall between him and his brother Mexico, because it filled him with grief, shame and anguish. And the worst was, did he really want that wall? He could not know. He only knew that diverting the subject to the issue of the German brothers relieved him, even if it was a parallel to his situation. Why had he agreed to this idea of the wall? If he was smart, it didn't make any sense. His brother Mexico worked on the border joining the material factories of American corporations to give them to him, it was an old tradition they had, and even so, the idea of the wall had stuck in his mind. Why? Very likely, with shame he admitted to himself that it was because he wasn't well, and blame someone else was easy, always had been.

-But wait!- A voice echoed in his mind-Mexicans brings drugs to you, and steal the work of worthy Americans!- The voice said in his mind. That's why he had gotten himself into an absurd idea in his head. And maybe because it was so absurd, it was that Alfred was dying, he was ashamed and loved thinking about other things, like the Fall of the Berlin Wall, maybe, because he wanted it in his subconscious, because in certain areas, there were walls between him and his brother Mexico.

-Please Alfred, stop thinking stupid things- that voice was that of his Mexican brother, he was not even there, with him, and yet he could hear him in his mind -I see that you never had a class of economies. Have you heard about demand and the offer? Suppose it is true that I pass drugs to you, who buys them? I force you?- His brother's voice laughed in his mind, but it was sad. The United States got upset, hated when someone told the truths to his face.

-Shut up Mexico everything is your fault, it's your fault!- It was typical of him to throw blame when he didn't have anything to say, but a huge pain burned in his chest. The voice of Mexico in his head broke.

-Of course, everyone blames me, that I invade you, that "I sell you drugs", but nobody talks about how I accept all the Americans who come to live with me, and nobody says anything about all the illigal weapons that you pass me to the border. No one talks about that, the whole arsenal that you sell illegally here!- The voice of Mexico broke down in tears in his mind, and the United States was downcast, very downcast. Tears fell from his eyes when he heard his brother's voice in his mind, although it wasn't his brother really, his brother was not there, it was himself and his fault.

Germany was right, the United States told himself, thinking about the Berlin Wall and lying to himself would not calm his anguish, it would be even worse. And he knew well that the whole thing of building a wall between him and his brother was just an advertising thing, something political.

The United States walked aimlessly to the south, he loved the south. Especially being in Texas, near the areas near the border, everything was tense and hostile, but the sometimes could be a meeting point between him and his brother. When farther south, more presence of Spanish had. He liked to speak Spanish, it was cozy, but he could not say it openly, it was a secret only his.

And when he looked up, there on the horizon was his brother Mexico, and tears started to come out of his eyes, watching his brother walk away.

Brother! Hermano mío!- the United States shouted, and although he could reach him, at least he was clear that he should not joke about the Berlin Wall, because he had his own wall, and his own brother behind him. And deep down he wanted to think, at least for a moment, that the walls were made to break. Someday he and his brother would meet through it, and the world would talk about that event.


I know that the topic of the Trump's Wall is not a very dear topic, but I thought about doing this since some day all this will be history.

It was difficult to write since I am neither American nor Mexican, so I don't know what they feel exactly, but try to do it realistically. I also know that the Berlin Wall and this are two totally different things, different contexts, but I saw its parallelism in that apparently humanity is obsessed with the walls, it reflects something psychological.

Well, I hope you liked it; there will be no continuation.