This is a fanfiction that was based on a role-play I did with a Prussia role-player on Facebook (Gilbert Eisstern Beilschmidt) with my Austria role-play account (Roderich Chopin Anger-Maestro Edelstein).
I would like to give bunch of thanks to Gilbert Eisstern Beilschmidt for role-playing this wonderful role-play with me! Thank you!

Note: I do not own Hetalia nor the characters. Please review! Thank you so much~! 3
Warning!: Character death included!

Chapter 1

1756

The Telegram

It was only a month before the war. Roderich and Gilbert were still in their relationship that was known as a 'secret' to everyone else including Elizabeta and Gilbert's two best friends in the other countries. Their relationship has been continuing for couple months now. They lived in the same house, which was the Austrian's huge mansion that was delicately decorated with fragile furniture. They even slept in the same room, same bed – absolutely lovers, indeed.

"I love you," Roderich would repeat those loving words every once in awhile to the albino man, "No matter what. Don't forget that, mein liebe." He caressed his lover's soft, pale cheek with his hand, smiling while he deeply gazed into those attracting ruby eyes. The pianist planted a kiss on the corner of the Prussian's lips with his.

Not knowing about their future fate, the Prussian enjoyed every minute they'd spend together in their 'secret relationship'. A few times he worried because the Austro-Prussian relations weren't the best, but right now it didn't matter too much. Gilbert wasn't often at his own home anyways; the albino wanted to spend every second with his love.

It always made Gilbert's heart flutter to hear those words, every time they came of the Austrian's, his Austrian's mouth. "Ich liebe dich auch," he replied every time, his voice sounding gentler than usual, full of affection, "I'll love you forever, Roderich." That was one of the times he used Roderich's name instead of the nicknames. Putting his arms around his love Gilbert pulled the brunette closer to him to reply the kiss lovingly.

The albino's kisses were always smooth, gentle, soft, and incredibly loving. Not only was his lips, but the touches he would give Roderich were comforting always as well. He kissed him once more, but fully on the lips this time, wanting to go deeper and feel more of the other's love as the Prussian as well always put effort on showing his love for the brunette, threw his emotions out by every of his touches.

Just as they both wanted to continue, the door bell ruined the moment a little and made Gilbert raise an eyebrow and a displeased sound left his mouth. Roderich simply glared at the door with a small sigh, then focused his eyes back on Gilbert, and smiled.

"It shouldn't be really important than what we're on right now, ja?" He gazed into the ruby eyes again as he wrapped both of his arms around Gilbert's neck. "Exactly my thoughts." Not bothering too much Gilbert nodded smiling and lent into the kiss once again, only to get interrupted a second time. "I'll be right back with you, love." Roderich gave a light squeeze on the albino's arms as he gave a smooch on the cheek before heading to the door. "Alright, Schatz." Gilbert replied and mentally cursed at whoever rang the damn bell and dared to knock as he waited for his love to return.

When Roderich opened the door, he was greeted by a soldier who wore a uniform that looked very similar to what Gilbert used to wear when he was in war-duty. "Guten tag, sir." The Austrian greeted the man with a smile and the man greeted back with a salute, "What can I help you with?" The soldier handed him a telegram. "For Herr Gilbert Beilschmidt," said the soldier, "It's from König Frederich. The king would like the telegram replied by the weekend." And the soldier ended his sentence, saluted, and then left.

Gilbert didn't catch much of the conversation; out of boredom he tugged at the blankets and sighed. Roderich closed the door and hurried to Gilbert. "For you." He handed the telegram to him. The albino sat up quickly and took the telegram. "From Old Fritz? Then I better open it now." Doing as he said opened it to begin reading.

At first his expression was the same, but the more he read, the wider his eyes opened and his face became even paler, if that was possible. It couldn't be... That had to be a mistake! Despaired, he gripped the sheet of paper tighter, his fits almost shaking in disbelief. His red eyes focused on the paper the albino almost forgot Roderich was in the same room, but he was still so shocked he couldn't speak up.

While Gilbert read the telegram, Roderich went over to the kitchen to get a cup of coffee for the two. When he sat down on the couch across from Gilbert, putting the coffee on the coffee table, Roderich observed his face and his expression carefully, getting a hint of some strange danger. He kept quiet for awhile as he took a sip of his coffee until the albino's reaction began to get worse.

"Gil…?" He called out, placing a hand on his knee after putting the coffee back down on the table. "What's wrong?" He asked in a worried voice, "What does it say?" Of course, he has never seen his lover so shocked and terrified like this ever before. Looking at his widened ruby eyes, shaking fist… God, he was worried to death.

The Prussian barely noticed Roderich's voice, sunken in his thoughts what he could do against the situation described in the telegram. As he felt his loves hand Gilbert turned to face him, "It says..." he spoke up, then took a deep breath to calm himself down."That... Because Maria Theresa didn't want to give up Schlesien...", the albino made a short break again, then looked down, it made him sad, despaired, angry, all at the same time, but he had to tell the Austrian, "Old Fritz is going to declare war... Against Österreich."

To say those words was the most difficult and horrible thing ever. Did that really have to be? Wasn't the Kingdom of Prussia already mighty enough? Why Austria? Is it because Friedrich hated Maria Theresa and all the other empresses? Gilberts head was full of questions, seeking for an answer how to prevent the war.

For a moment, Roderich's heart felt like it had skipped a huge beat. He was just staring at nothing blankly with his widened violet eyes in absolute shock. Why did it have to be his nation? Why did it have to be Silesia? Why did it have to /Prussia/ attacking Austria to claim Silesia? More and more questions tortured the brunette's brain as it pained him as if a sword has just stabbed all the way through his head.

"You don't have to go..." Roderich spoke in a very weak voice, "... D-Do you?" He tried to give a small chuckle, but it came out more like a shiver. If Gilbert didn't have to join the battle, they can still be together. They can still continue their happy, fairy-tale-like relationship, and whatnot.

It pained the Prussian more than anything to see his loves reaction. He wished he never got the telegram and the news. Maybe he could convince Old Fritz to change his plans? Or Maria Theresa could give in and hand Silesia over?

None of Gilbert's thoughts really seemed to get them out of the more than worse situation. With sorrow in his eyes the albino began, "I... I do.", he gripped the brunettes shoulders a little, "Roderich, I don't want to! C-Can't we do anything against this?!" War was almost inevitable, their relationship in danger. It was perfect, why does his kingdom try to ruin it? "I'll have to be at home by the weekend... And I don't know when I can come back. But I promise I'll try not to let this happen!"

"Why..." Roderich murmured a whisper almost to himself, tears starting to roll down to his cheeks. He gripped both of Gilbert's hands in his and looked at him in the eyes. "No..." He said, shaking his head, "Don't go, Gilbert...!" Then he pulled him into a hug, causing his lover to drop the telegram from his hands. "I wouldn't be able to eat or sleep a single day without you!" He cried onto his shoulder.

As he saw Roderich in tears, he couldn't hold his own anymore, "I know... But what should I do?!" Gilbert's breath was shaky, but he still tried to find a solution, "If I don't go... I can't even try talking to Old Fritz!"

There's got to be a way where both Roderich and Gilbert will be able to avoid and get away from the war, or at least prevent it. Then as the Austrian thought while crying, he suddenly pulled the albino man away to have eye contact with him. "We can move to another country...!" He suggested, "W-We can either move to Switzerland or maybe even somewhere out of Europe...!" He gave a little smile at the thought. "Fritz won't know it if we do, right?" He hoped.

The Prussian shook his head, "But everyone will know and find us..." it sounded good, but in their position not realistic, "When Old Fritz tried to leave Prussia with a friend...they cut his head off and Fritz had to watch! What do you think will happen if we do this?!" Traitors would be punished with their death, but to Gilbert it felt more as if he was the one who got betrayed by Fritz, by his own kingdom. And he couldn't run away. Not alone. Not with Roderich.

Gilbert tried to wipe the Austrians tears away and stood up, "We can't get away Roderich. No matter how hard we try." It broke his heart to say it, but it was the truth.

Roderich continued to think of some way to prevent this. Telling both of their nations' rulers about their secret relationship would not do any good either. They would end their relationship with force and separate them farther.

The Austrian got off the couch and grabbed his coat from the clothes-hanger, deciding to go have a discussion about the war to his Queen. "Haushälterin, das pferd!" He called his butler for his horse.

"Roderich, are you going to talk to her?" the Prussian asked, even though it was obvious. Sighing he stood up and took his own coat, also ready to leave. This chance was probably their only one. But would they have a saying in this? They'd be the ones suffering the most, so it would only be fair.

When he was ready to head out to the door, Roderich turned around and met Gilbert once more. He rushed to him and gave a kiss fully on the lips, his tears rolling down from his eyes again. "We will be alright..." He said with a saddening smile, "We will still be together after the war even if one of loses or wins..." He caressed the Prussian's cheeks gently with his hands, "I love you, Gilbert. And I always will..." Those were his last words with another loving kiss before he left and rode his white stallion and rapidly headed to Maria Theresa's mansion.

The words and kisses that would usually make Gilbert so happy made him only sadder at the moment, the goodbye even more difficult, "We will, Roderich. And I'll return to your house, our home." He tried to smile a little, "I love you too, Roderich. Forever. " After those words he couldn't stop his own tears and went to get his own horse.

"Why not?!" Roderich slammed his hands against the table with anger at Queen Theresa's answer when he asked her to just give the land away to the other Kingdom. He knew it sounded ridiculous, but it was the only idea he could think of right now. It was the only idea to keep his relationship with Gilbert.

"Mr. Edelstein!" the Queen silenced the brunette, "There is absolutely no reason for you to speak in such manner when you are in duty in the war, Mr. Edelstein!" Roderich was even more shocked at this news. "What...?" He sounded utterly weak, "Y-You never told any of this to me, my Queen. This is not fair...!" the Austrian could not believe this. He had to fight against Prussia. He had to fight against Gilbert, his lover. "... I object. I do not wish to participate and I apologize for this, my Queen..." He said, not looking at his Highness in the eyes.

"I am sorry, Mr. Edelstein. But you are in duty of this madness no matter what. You cannot object." His Highness spoke, and that made tears gather in the corner of Roderich's eyes again.

On the other side, determined to convince Old Fritz, Gilbert held his boiling emotions back. "Aber warum Österreich? Don't we have already enough areas?" Friedrich gave him a surprised look, "Gilbert... You never minded any war and were enthusiastic back then, what is so different now?" Of course Old Fritz wouldn't understand. Everything was different.

"I am..." the Prussian began, "I am sick and tired of all those wars! Can't we finally stop?!" The Prussian king stood up and put his hand on the albino's shoulder, "Gilbert, mein Junge. Of course, a war isn't a pleasant thing, but it has to be. Don't you understand I'm doing this for the kingdom and more importantly for you? Only if we claim Schlesien and other parts, we can finally live in pea-"

"Schwachsinn!" Gilbert interrupted, shaking his head, "We're going to continue like this forever. I don't see any sense in this! It's not my decision. You can go to war alone!" With that he pushed the old man he used to like so much away and stormed out of the room, tears falling down on his way home.

In fact, it didn't feel like home anymore. His lover's house was his home, to be in Roderich's arms; that felt like home. But he couldn't go now. Old Fritz ordered him to take a break, so that 'he may not talk any nonsense tomorrow'. Lost in his thoughts the Prussian fell asleep after hours of lying awake. And for Roderich after his long, unforgivable discussion, he was finally home as well. His body felt heavy as if he was under or carrying a pile of dead bodies on his back, and Gilbert wasn't home. He didn't know what to tell him if he got home. No, he wouldn't tell him. It could cause more problems to their relationship and the war.

The brunette dropped himself in his bed when he got to his bedroom, sighing deeply as he wished to just sleep although he could not. Then it was three in the morning and without knowing the time, Roderich was still unable to sleep. He only stared at the empty spot next to him where Gilbert lied as he ran his hand gently over it, still able to feel a bit of warmth on it. When he took a glance at the clock on the bed-side table, he led out an exhausted sigh and took a small bottle filled with sleeping-pills out from the cabinet underneath the table. He swallowed two pills in his mouth, down to his throat with a glass of water that he had on the table before, and lied back down to wait for the pill to kick in.

Eventually, he fell asleep after couple minutes taking the pill and woke up in the morning. He looked at the empty spot next to him and thought he saw Gilbert lying there like always at first until he remembered what happened yesterday. He gritted his teeth as he cursed at himself. Then as the Austrian finally sat up from bed, got cleaned and dressed, he made his way to his music room even though his body felt extremely heavy still.

"Nocturne in C-Sharp Minor No.1..." He thought the piece in his head; another Chopin piece as he sat on his piano bench. The pianist began playing the instrument. Maybe this will make him relax at least a bit; away from all that stressing thoughts.