Ok, my first attempt at a one-shot…but ever since I was young, I could never finish a story in once chapter, so it may be longer….
This came to me in art class one day listening to my Ipod, and I couldn't seem to get it out of my mind! It's a song fic about Viva la Vida by Coldplay. Enjoy!
Oh, BTW I don't own Hetalia *tear*
Gilbert sat in his boyfriend's room, patiently waiting for Mattie to finish making his magic pancakes. He looks around, absorbing the scenery. Light red, almost orange, walls were lit up in the fading afternoon light. He sat back on the maple covered comforter and sighed. His boyfriend was such a goodie two-shoes.
Glancing over at the alarm clock, he saw Mattie's MP3 player resting next to it. He shouldn't snoop but…..he grabbed it and opened the music. The first song that pops up is called Viva la Vida by some band called Coldplay. Curious, Gilbert puts in the ear buds and presses play.
I used to rule the world. Seas would rise when I gave the word.
He froze.
Now in the morning I sleep alone, sweep the streets I used to own.
"Wha…" the words stuck in his throat. Painful memories that he had tried for centuries to forget came rushing back.
I used to roll the dice, feel the fear in my enemy's eyes.
Images him as a young nation filled his mind's eye. White stained with red, and the excitement of the kill, the adrenalin he felt whenever he looked his next victim in the eyes.
Listen as the crowds would sing; 'Now the old king is dead, long live the king!'
Tears, fat and hot, rolled down his pale face. Why. Why does this hurt so badly!?
One minute I held the key, next the walls were closed on me
He could see West closing in, the others taking away his nation, killing what made Gilbert the awesome nation he used to be.
And I discovered that my castles stand, upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand
More pain rumbled through his chest. He didn't even have a castle anymore…West owned it all. Everything he had once loved belonged to his little brother.
I hear Jerusalem bells a ringing, Roman Cavalry choirs are singing. Be my mirror, my sword and shield, my missionaries in a foreign field
No. No one was left to be my sword, my shield, my missionary….A sob wracked so violently that he though he pulled something in his chest. He couldn't go on. He threw the MP3 player across the room, sobbing. He lost everything, and it was all summed up in one song. All his pain, his suffering, his guilt. He had nothing.
Mattie burst through the door. He had heard the thump of the MP3 player hitting the wall and was afraid for his lover. He reached the sobbing albino and wrapped his frail arms around him.
Gil looked up into the worries violet eyes of his love and it dawned on him.
He wasn't alone!
Mattie was there for him!
Mattie was his sword!
Mattie was his shield!
Mattie has been there for him though it all, and as he gripped his sword with the desperation he hasn't felt since he fell, Gilbert realized that he would never be alone again.
I could only do this much of the song because my eyes kept tearing up at my poor Prussia's pain….*sob* I'm sorry Gil! Well at least there's a happy ending!