Don't Give Up

Germancest

Pairing: GermanyXPrussia

Note: I know when he was a child, Germany was known as Holy Roman Empire, but please bear with me in this, it sounds better to me right now to have it as Germany, so just... Get over it, I hope you enjoy this story.

It was a dark, cruel night. The Russians. So many Russians! They all towered over two boys, an older, stubborn albino boy with white hair, red eyes, and a younger, more calmer child with blond hair, brushed back, and blue eyes. One Russian, a tall, broad shouldered male, with sandy blond hair, dark, murderous violet eyes, a large nose, wearing a long blue-gray coat, and a creamy pink colored scarf around his neck, stepped forward, facing the two children.

In his hands was a pipe, dragging through the snow of Berlin that blanketed the streets of the large city. As he approached, the man gave off an aura... A chilling one that frightened the younger of the two. The elder, however, dared to face up to the Russian, stepping infront of the other, keeping the boy behind him, protective. "Ivan, verlassen sie mein Bruder allein! Gehen Sie nach Hause! Sie haben getan, was sie kamen, zu tun, warum kann sie nicht lassen sie uns allein! Was könnte man mehr machen möchte von uns!" The albino shouted to the large Russian man, shouting in his native tongue.

"Ah, Preußen, Вы не увидите, что я получил войны, и теперь, я пришел к принятию какой мин." was his response, in his own language. All three nations remained silent, not a single word, not a single sound, passed their lips. The silence made none uneasy, the Russian soldiers were trained to stay in the silence. The younger boy tugged on his elder brother's shirt.

"Prussia, please don't go bruder! I don't vant you to go! Stay vith me! I don't have Italia anymore, you're all I have left!" His baby blue eyes filled with tears as he begged his brother not to go. However, the elder boy's red gaze flown from his brother's teary eyes, up to the merciless violet pair.

"If I go vith you, do you promise to leave Germany alone?" the boy stepped forward, frowning. "Meaning you must leave him alone und never bother him."

No words were exchanged in that moment as the larger man nodded. "Da... I promise." holding out his hand, he waited for the Prussian to take hold.

Noting that there was an agreement, Gilbert Beilschmidt took the Russian's hand and followed after him, not daring to peek back at his younger brother. Ludwig Beilschimidt eye's widened, tears running down his face as he tried to crawl after his brother, only to trip and groan in pain. The war had taken its toll on his body, refusing to let him go after his brother until after he was rested. "Bruder! BRUDER!"

No matter how many times Germany shouted for his brother... Gilbert didn't look back, not even stealing a glance. Germany felt like his life was torn in half. First he had lost his Vatti.. Then it was just him, Italia, Austria, and Gilbert. But a war had taken him and Prussia away from Italia, whome he had once loved unconditionally. Prussia was all he had left. Until now.

End

I know its so short, but I hope you all like it. Its kinda like... A prologue. I dunno. But, I really don't think I can possibly continue something from that within the same chapter AND make it sound awesome.

((Translations))

verlassen sie mein Bruder allein! Gehen Sie nach Hause! Sie haben getan, was sie kamen, zu tun, warum kann sie nicht lassen sie uns allein! Was könnte man mehr machen möchte von uns! = leave my brother alone! Go home! You've done what you came to do, why can't you just leave us alone! What more could you possibly want from us!

Preußen, Вы не увидите, что я получил войны, и теперь, я пришел к принятию какой мин = Prussia, You don't see that I have won the war, and now, I have come to take what is mine.