Dear West
Prologue:
August, 1961,
Idly leaning against the windowsill in their apartment, red eyes watched from afar as they demolished buildings and cleared the path, and within hours, they began setting up barbwires and fences. And across the newly made barrier was West Berlin. Although he was still young at the time, still an adolescent, he vaguely wondered why they didn't move westward as many of their neighbours did years prior.
"Don't worry Gil! They may have broken this city off into sectors, but a city's still a city, they can't possibly do anything that drastic; it wouldn't be allowed! Besides, I have a job in West Berlin, they can't deny me that," is what Vati had said. But watching the sight unfurl before him now, he wasn't sure about how right his father was anymore. But to be honest, he didn't actually care much for any of it, there was nothing for him on the west side of the borders anyways.
Little bird chirping on his head, he nodded and reached up to stroke its head, "ja, seems like they're becoming pretty serious about this east-west business. It can't last that long..." pushing himself back onto his feet, he stretched his neck side to side, listening to it crack and pop, "well either way, who cares? If everyone was as awesome as me, they wouldn't be having this problem in the first place, now would they?"
He took his bird's chirp as a sign of agreement and laughed, "Exactly, let's go get you something to eat, you awesome little thing! Kesesesese, who cares about those guys in the west anyways? It's so fun being on my own! ...I wonder when Mutti and Vati will get back..."
August, 1965,
Instead of spending all his free time staring at West Berlin through the gap between all the other buildings, he ran into the baby's room to stare at his little brother instead. The baby acknowledged him by returning the stare with his clear blue eyes. Chuckling, he picked the boy up and walked over to the window, "look Lui, that side's the west side. See the fences and the construction? We're not allowed over there. If we try, we'll probably get shot, you know? Last time I walked by there, some Russian guy came up to me and told me 'I hope you're not thinking about escaping, да?' it was super creepy since he was smiling and everything. I think he's got something against me..."
Blue eyes watched him intently as he told his story. "But it's okay, it's not like I was scared or anything since I'm awesome, you know? For future reference, nothing in the world can scare your Bruder! Not even big intimidating, smiling Russians with guns, got it?" he grinned.
Ludwig studied him for another moment before returning the smile.
September, 1966,
He awoke to the sound of Ludwig crying. Running into the room to check on the boy, he picked the child up and began looking around all over for signs of his parents. On the kitchen counter, there was a notice.
Dearest Gilbert & Ludwig,
We're sorry, darlings.
It was our last chance to escape. If we make it to the west, we promise we'll come back for you. There's some money in the top drawer next to the bed. And Gilbert, please take good care of yourself and Ludwig.
Love,
Mutti & Vati
Reading the note over and over again, he took a deep breath and looked down at his brother, "...well Lui, I guess it's just you and me now..."
He never did find out whether their parents made it to the other side of the wall or not...
Nya~
And here's the prologue of the new fic...only 12 hours before I board that plane! If I don't find internet there, I guess you'll just have to wait until I get back. Anyways, I'm sorry my summaries always suck, and yes, this is another post-war fic, but this one's mostly around the German brothers and it'll actually be a serious fic this time! I'm planning a WW2 one too, but that'll get posted whenever it gets posted. Well, it's getting late so I'll just leave it at this. As always, love love love you readers and reviewers! Enjoy!