Prologue.
The first thing Elizabeth felt was the Prussians body against her, pressing her back against the wall in the small one foot deep, two foot wide alcove, with his arms wrapped firmly around her.
The first thing she heard was his strong heartbeat as her head rested on his chest, her ear pressed against him where his heart lay.
The first thing she smelt was distinctly Gilbert, a mixture of scents she could never pinpoint but all together represented only him.
And the first thing she saw had been his sparkling eyes and the fierce protective glint dancing in the deep crimson.
The last thing Elizabeth felt had been the wave of heat pushing them back against the wall even more as the fire blazed past.
The last thing she heard was the roar of pain that ripped forth from his throat only to be muffled by her hair as he buried his face in it.
The last thing she smelt had been the smell of burning flesh, not from her of course, no it was from the very person that had her pushed against the wall, the one protecting her.
And the last thing she saw before her world began to shatter had been Gilberts crimson eyes glazed over in pure agony as his legs gave out from under him sending them both crashing to the ground.
His parting words rang out bittersweet as his heartbeat and breathing ceased,
"Es tut mir leid mein Vögelchen. Ich liebe dich…" (I'm sorry my little birdie. I love you…)
She doesn't remember this of course, or what happened next either, memory suppression can be a powerful thing, all she really remembers is waking up in the hospital a week later with a minor concussion from being slammed into the wall by the blast and the fact that Gilbert was gone forever…. she doesn't remember the funeral either…
But Ludwig does…
Ludwig remembers the blast and how it shook the ground he stood on. He remembers the crushing fear that gripped his cold heart as the image of his brother going into the same building only minutes before played in his head. He remembers the smoke threatening to choke him as he ran through the building looking for even a hint of the cocky albino he called 'bruder'.
But what he remembers most is the sight of the proud Brit, who refused to let any sign of weakness show, on her knees cradling the unusually still Prussian's head in her lap as she rocked herself back and forth whispering over and over again to the unresponsive teen that he would be alright as tears streamed steadily down her soot covered cheeks.
Ludwig remembers frantically looking for a pulse or a breathe, any sign of life and the mind-numbing feeling of his world crumbling around him as he realized that his stupid, proud, cocky older brother was gone… the one that teased and annoyed him constantly, the one that practically raised him, since their parents were never home, the immature one with an obsession with the word 'Awesome' was… just... gone… just like that….
He remembers dragging the broken Brit away from the now empty shell that used to hold the liveliest person on earth. He remembers her fighting him, beating her fists against his chest while he just held her until she gave up collapsing into him as sobs wracked her body and slowly cried her both, mentally and physically exhausted body to sleep. He remembers the shocked, tear stained faces of their friend and peers as he carried the unconscious Brit out in his arms while the medics followed behind wheeling a gurney that held Gilberts lifeless body with a sheet pulled up over his head while a single pale hand dangled off the edge of the gurney.
Ja, Ludwig remembers it all…..
Okay so… I've had a Fanfiction account for a while now so I decided it was high time I posted my own story….
Okay before you ask this revolves mainly around England, who is female in this story, and her relationship with Prussia and the new kid. Germany is really only important because Prussia is his Bruder and that's really the only reason he's so big in the prologue. Read and Review? Bitte?