He's dead.

The other nations looked at him with sad eyes. Some wouldn't look at him, they turn their gaze anywhere but at him. Romano must've developed some sort of hatred for the wooden floor, with the way he was glaring at it. Maybe it wasn't Italian enough for him? Who knows, Ludwig didn't really want to think about it.

He's dead.

Why were half of these people here anyway? They didn't really care about the man. Feliciano maybe...And Hungary. Austria could be here on his own accord, or just following Hungary, another thing Ludwig wasn't going to put a lot of thought into. Why was Russia here?

He's dead.

Funny, almost everyone shows up to his funeral. No one ever showed up to his birthdays. Ludwig himself was guilty of that one. He always believed his brother when he said he didn't want to do anything special on his birthday. Ludwig would call though, wish him a good day and hopes that he gets everything he wants. His last birthday though, the two of them spent together. Ludwig made a cake and they watched movies the other deemed as "awesome enough for today". It was a good day, a day Ludwig will always remember with a smile.

He's dead.

Ludwig should've been there more. Should done more then call on birthdays and once a week to check up on everything. If the two of them were ever together it was because the other suggested it. Even going to the bar a few blocks away would been more sufficient. It would've been more then nothing.

He's dead.

After the service everyone said their condolences. Feliciano latched onto him and cried. He cried for hours, it seemed. And for once, he wasn't crying for himself, trying to get out of a sticky situation or saving his life. They were tears for him. They were tears for Ludwig.

He's dead.

Ludwig let a few tears fall finally, and he gripped the sides of the smaller Italian maybe a little too tight but Feliciano didn't say anything. "I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry." The Italian whispered in his ear. He only managed to say "Feliciano, you're on my feet." before he started sobbing and leaned his forehead against the smaller man. They held each other and cried until there was nothing left.

He's dead.

Gilbert was dead. And he wasn't coming back. Somehow, Ludwig was going to accept that. Feliciano grabbed his hand, letting him know he wasn't alone. He wasn't alone.