Note: Here's a little one-short I wrote. It's been a while since I wanted to write a fanfic about the Berlin Wall, so here it is, it's short, but I hope you appreciate it.
Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia (neither the Berlin Wall...).
"The Eastern Germans will be allowed exceptionally to cross the border and enter West Germany"
A unknown voice coming out from a speaker.
"When will this rule be applied?", asked a second voice.
A brief silence.
"Immediately".
Prussia stood up. After thirty years. Thirty years of loneliness, of separation. After all that time, he will finally be able to see his little brother. But that sounded too good to be true.
It's another trap. I'm sure it's just another horrible trick from Russia. I'm not... going there.
Prussia slowly walked away, his back facing the concrete wall. The horrible wall, the source of all his pain.
'But my pain's not the problem. I can bear the pain. But my brother is having troubles because of me.
He turned around. There was really a lot of people over there, shouting the names, hoping there was someone, on the other side of the wall who will hear them and answer.
After all... It may be my last chance to just... Hear his voice. Maybe he's really on the other side, waiting for me.
He closed his eyes.
And if it's not the case, I will be the one waiting.
He ran towards the people, towards the wall.
Towards my brother.
There really was a lot of people. But Prussia didn't care. He forced his way in the crowd. His hands touched the wall. He was about to start yelling, when he heard his own name.
"Gilbert ! "
He was relieved to know that his brother was alive. That he still recognized his voice after thirty years.
"West, it's really you?" His eyes started to water.
The answer was immediate.
"Come over here and peel some potatoes!"
Prussia smiled. No matter how many times they wluld be separated, things will always be the same. So he couldn't help but answer back his usual answer.
"I did it last time. Plus, I am your big bro, so you listen to me."
"It's good to hear you, you know"
A tear rolled down the oldest brother's cheek.
"'Good to hear you too."
All around, people were destroying parts of the wall. Screwdivers, penknifes, even bare hands... Everything was good to tear apart this wall.
And each side of this wall there was two brothers trying to make a hole in the concrete.
Happy screams. A huge part of this border has fallen. Blue and red eyes met.
Prussia's face was covered in dust, excepted for clean trails, where tears had rolled.
"Good to see you, East."
Prussia just couldn't believe it. Finally, he saw his brother's face again. He had the same blue eyes, the same blond hair. But the only difference was the smile he had on his face.
"Hey, Gil, I remembered you more talkative."
And he took his younger brother in his arms.
Prussia buried his face in his brother's shoulder, and cried.
"Shut up, West, you're just jealous of my awesomness."
"Can't you just peel the potatoes already?"