Hello~ As usual I heard a song and thought of a story. Not really a song fic, you know how it goes with me, but there are lyrics of the song, complements of Prussia.
Warnings: Depressing, character death?
May write second chapter if I get requests for it. You decide the ending.
Character death? or Not?
I disclaim.
The soft tunes of Chopin flitted through the bedroom. The owner of said bedroom was currently sleeping, or had been until woken by his cell phone ringing currently. The Austrian man got up and looked at the screen of his phone flashing "Prussia." He narrowed his eyes and answered the devise, if only to give the albino a piece of his mind. But before he could get a word out, the other spoke.
"Roddy?" his voice was weak and hoarse as if he'd been yelling and Roderich found his anger dissipate. "Roddy... S-sorry for calling so late... But I need to t-tell you something."
Austria swallowed hard. Something was wrong. "Gil? Did something happen? Are you hurt?"
"Hurt?" dark laughter could be heard in the background, "N-nein..."
Roderich could tell he was lying. Something was wrong. "G-gil..."
"Look... I need to tell you something... It's... Important," A gun clicked into place and that voice was heard again, this time the distinct Russian accent could be heard telling him to hurry. Roderich panicked, "Where are you? I'll come get you... I'll..."
"Where? Some lonely, dark hotel room..."
The voice he now recognized as Ivan's spoke again.
"Gil, what's going on?"
"Roddy... Ich liebe dich."
The Austrian gasped. "W-why are you telling me this... Why now..." The Prussian sounded so sad. So broken. It was wrong. Gilbert was supposed to be loud and strong.
"I wish I was in your arms, lying right down beside you, but I know that I'll be in your dreams tonight."
"Don't say things like that! It sounds like you're going to..."
It clicked.
Like the gun being held to the albino's head.
It all made sense now. "Nein... Nein! Gilbert nein!" He cried.
But Prussia was crying too. Ignoring Russia's laughter, ignoring the pain he was in, ignoring everything else, just Roderich's voice. His voice, calling out as if that alone could save him.
But it couldn't.
"Hey... Don't worry Roddy... Just turn out the light and close your eyes.
Pretend I'm there." Austria did as he was told, clutching the phone for dear life as her heard the sirens in the background. "Are those cops? They'll save you right?"
"Ja... I'll be ok." A lie... They both knew it was.
"You won't leave me?"
"Never."
"Come by tomorrow ok?" Impossible.
"I told you... I'm already there. Take a look around. I'm the sunshine in your hair. I'm the shadow on the ground. I'm the whisper in the wind. And I'll be there till the end..."
A gunshot rang out.
Roderich's eyes went wide. "Gil? Gil? Gilbert! Gilbert answer me!"
No answer came.
"Gilbert! Ich liebe dich auch! Bitte! Gilbert! You bastard answer me!"
Still no answer.
None but Russia's dark laughter.