A/N: ;3; well this was actually kind of sad... Well there.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own hetalia, Prussia, Romano, Spain, Italy, Doitsu.
CLAIMER: I do own the idea and the plot. Also I own Officer Brian and Officer Jake he doesn't ever say his name in this story either.
SPECIAL THANKS TO: Djpongreece for being awesome. Also SiAnnime for being awesome like Prussia as well~!
Prussia: OnO I didn't-
Me: SHHHH SPOILERS STFU
What Happened?
Sobs could be heard threw the emptiness. It had happened so fast."I'm sorry...Italy." "veh?!" Germany's eyes snapped open hearing a gun shot. "Vhat zhe hell?!" The German got up from his comfortable bed removing the blankets, he looked at the clock. "four in zhe morning?! Really?" He sighed, and walked out of his room. There was blood on the wall. Germany looked at it for a moment. There were two different shades of red. "V-vhat..." He stuttered out. He felt sick there was a smell it smelled metallic and cold. He quickly dashed for his bathroom leaving the door open all the way. He threw up a whole lot in the toilet before looking in the mirror. He then looked down seeing red foot prints. The smell was a lot more heavier in there, he looked in the direction of the bathtub. He walked over to it ripping the curtain off. There, there lied his best friend. "I-Italy?!" His voice sounded rough and scratched. There laid Italy wet tears were still on his face. Germany new that the killer could still be in the house, he got a knife which he kept in the bathroom just in case. He walked out cautiously. "Vait... zhis is my house...Prussia!" He went straight to the basement tears began to flow down his face. He had lost his best friend...now his brother? "PRUSSIA!" He screamed threw over flowing tears of rage and sorrow. He expected the worst when he opened the door. "Prussia..." He tried to calm down but what he was seeing was his brother cleaning a bloody knife. The Prussian looked up calmly before speaking. "Guten tag?" Prussia coughed blood he had been stabbed. By himself?! "Prussia vho did zhis to Italy and you?!" The German squeaked out. "I did zhis." replied the Prussian. "I'm sorry..." Prussia walked over to the stunned German before knocking him out.
~the next day~
"ugh..." The German opened his eyes to a bright room. He heard be smiled brightly walking over to the German. "Nice to meet you Karen." He said rubbing his head. "Vhyeeping noises. "Ah hello Mr. Ludwig. I am your nurse. My name is Karen." So why am I in a hospital?" He asked calmly not remembering earlier events that happened yesterday. "You..." She looked at him sad about to finish when two tall figures emerged. "I'm sorry but I have been asked to leave..." She said calmly standing up and leaving the German with the two officers. "Hello, my name is Brian I have gotten news that you were a victim of a murder?" Said one of the officers. "Ja." The German man replied. "Well we have some questioning. You can choose to answer or not. Blah blah blah." Germany tried to listen the best he could before going to a whole new world then snapped back into reality. "So are first question is. Where were you before you were in the basement?" Brian said calmly. "I vas asleep in my room." The German explained everything that had happened that night in the calmest way he could. "Mhm was this the man?" He lifted up a picture of a white haired boy. "Prus- I mean Gilbert... nien zhats not him." The German regretted not telling them the truth but how could he? Was he supposed to just give his brother up that easily. Not without a fight he thought. "Are you sure?" They both asked at the same time which kind of scared Germany which was something you didn't see everyday. "Ja I am sure." Germany replied. "POTATO BASTARD!" Romano barged In the room. "YOU KILLED MY BROTHER!" The Italian carelessly pushed the two police officers aside and sat down in a chair by the Germans bed. "I didn't." Replied Germany calmly. "MHM THATS WHAT THEY ALL-" Romano was cut off by Spain's hand covering his mouth. "Ah hola everyone~!" Spain cooed as he had a smile on his face. "Oi why are you in a hospital Ludwig?" Spain asked curiously. "Vell... um..." Germany had no clue how to tell Spain oh yeah you know Italy's dead because my brother just murdered him. "...Oi where's Italy?" He uncovered the angry Italians mouth. "BECAUSE POTATO BASTARD HERE KILLED HIM!" Romano yelled. The German couldn't take the blame any more. "JUST SHUT ZHE HELL UP!" He yelled back. Everyone was shocked even the two police officers. Even thou he yells almost all the time. "I'll confess... I didn't do anything but... my brother Gilbert Beilschmidt did it." The German said as tears rolled down his cheeks again. "So this one right?" Said Brian holding up the picture of the white haired boy again. All Germany could do was nod. Even Romano felt sorry for him, Spain then motioned for him and Romano to leave. Romano got up and fallowed Spain out of the room and into the hall way.
~A few weeks later~
Germany crawled out of bed and walked into the living room. It was messy, it wasn't its usual clean tidy way it was a mess. He turned on the t.v, then straight to the news. He didn't think his brother would be caught. But just now it announced he had been caught and blah blah blah. The one thing that confused the German the most. Is why his happy brother did it? Didn't he smile and joke around all the time and say how "awesome" he was. What happened to that? "I guess I'll never know..." The German sighed and started picking up things. He was going to have to at least tidy up a little more. Police officers were going to stop by that day. And it would be a long week.
~The End~`
A/N: Did I say it was sad? no oh well ;3;
Prussia: pff I didn't kill anyone!
Italy: WAHH DOITSU DOITSU I DIED I DIED!
Germany: ...*le hair down and sighs*
Gamzee: Sup mot-
Me: Gamzee go in your story :U dont bomb my author note! Anyway goodbye have a nice day thanks for reading owo :3 see you next fanfiction maybe~!
