New Life, New Love
Fem!Prussia x America
Description: Prussia died after the Berlin Wall came down. But will some prophetic last words he gave to Germany become true? And what will these changes bring?
Warnings: Character death, smut stopped halfway later on in the story, innuendoes, curse words, two daddies.
Um. Also. I occasionally use random words in other languages, foreign words are in italics. Here are the translations for this chapter.
Wessi – West
Bruder – Brother
Please, language speakers, let me know if a better word can be used or if something is misspelled.
Number of words: 341
Prologue:
Germany cradled his brother's bloodied head in his lap, sweeping the white hair stained red with blood off his forehead.
"Don't...forget me...West..." the dying Prussian clutched at his younger brother's sleeve.
"Bruder..." the normally stoic German man's voice was choked up, and telltale tears crystallized on his cheeks in the freezing, unforgiving cold of the Mother Russia that Prussia had endured for so long.
How could this happen? The Cold War against Russia himself had been won, and his bruder released. How could could be dying now, of all all times?
"Ludwig."
Germany blinked through his tears to look at his brother.
Blood leaked from his mouth and spattered his lips, staining them red to match his crimson eyes, contrasting ever so sharply with his silver hair. He smiled. "I died thirty years ago, when the wall went up and we were separated. I already knew that when it was time we were to be reunited, there could only be one Germany. That's you, Wessi. Or shall I call you Germany? There is no East and West anymore." he laughed weakly, the laugh morphing into a racking cough.
The German exploded with rage. "It was that damn Russian's fault!"
Prussia frowned, his eyebrows knitting together. He coughed again, more quietly this time. "Don't hold a grudge against Ivan, Wessi. It wasn't his fault. My time is over."
Another sob caught in Germany's throat.
"I'll always be with you, no matter how much it doesn't seem like it." a smile formed on the scarred and bloody face. The old Prussia never would have said something so sappy, but in his last moments, it was his only chance to do so. "I love you, bruder...always have, always will..." his voice trailed off, leaving the sentence possibly unfinished as the nation died right then and there, in his beloved bruder's arms.
Left all alone in the world, the German's screams and sobs pierced the bloody, unforgiving dusk as the setting sun bathed the world red.