Title: I'll fix you. Promise.
Author: The Somebody of Nobody
Summary: After the Berlin Wall comes down, Gilbert goes back home with Ludwig. The only problem is that he's not the same guy that was taken by Russia. Now, Ludwig can't handle his brother and it's up to someone else to put the former nation back together.
Warning: Not-quite-evil Germany and a broken Prussia.
Disclaimer: We do not own Hetalia.
Word count for chapter: 378
Chapter 1: The Basement
13, January 1990
"No. Ivan, please. Don't. Please, don't. No, Ivan!"
"Shut up, Gilbert!" came the irritated voice of Ludwig Beilschmidt who had been awoken again by his brother's screams.
The German personification was finally out of patience. When the wall had come down, he had been so happy to see his brother on the other side, but the following two months had become a greater trial than he had anticipated.
"Stop it, Ivan, please!"
Ludwig's fist connected with the pillow that he was face down on. It had to end. The former nation had been crying out like this practically every night since he had been brought back to his brother's home. It was something that had the German ready to kick him out.
But Ludwig's sense of family was such that he could not just kick Gilbert out of the house with no means of taking care of himself.
No. Gilbert had to stay, but he needed to get out of the German's way. Moments later, an idea hit that was practically perfect.
The angered nation rolled out of bed and stormed into his brother's room. He picked the crying albino up, slinging him forcefully over one broad shoulder, and began to descend the stairs of their house.
The descent took them all the way down to the basement. The room itself was dark and cold, but it was not dirty. There were a few boxed piled against one wall, some old furniture from Ludwig's own childhood, and a water heater that served the rest of the house. This would do.
Ludwig's free hand yanked what looked to have been his old crib out of the mess of furniture. Satisfied with the piece, he dumped the smaller body of his brother into the cage-like structure before storming back up the steps where he locked the basement door behind him.
At the muffled voice of the Prussian, Ludwig smiled and went back upstairs to get some well deserved rest.
He did not hear, did not care to hear, the begging voice of the man he had once admired. He did not realize how easy it had been to lock Gilbert away until halfway through the following week when a knock came to the door of his home.