A/N: So, I watched all of Hetalia in like four days and then read hella PruAus fanfiction so I thought I would write an angsty one about the dissolution of Prussia because I felt like it? The date is the date that the Allied Powers, in control of Germany after WW2, made the law to dissolve Prussia and divide the land up between themselves. Prompt 45: Moon
Moonlit thoughts
The sound of avid cursing in German was not usually synonymous with happy things but Gilbert didn't really mind as he rolled over in the bed to hear a loud crash and another bout of annoyed cursing. The red-eyed nation sat up, a small frown crossing his face at the hiss of pain that followed. Reaching to turn on the light, the shape of his lover came into focus. Austria seemed to be hopping, blinking blindly at the change in lighting.
"Roddy, vhat are you doing? It's like, midnight…" complained the albino as the musician collapsed in a heap.
"Ze moon voke me," was all Roderich said as he lay on the floor and Gilbert immediately knew that he was tired because Austria's accent was thick in his voice, unlike normal. It was true, the moonlight was shining brightly through the curtains and it would have woken Prussia was it not for the other's sleeping form. "So I vas going to close ze blinds but I couldn't find my glasses and I crashed into zhings. Sorry for vaking you, mein leibe." The albino slipped out of the warm bed as he collected up his lover, returning him to the warm of the pillows and blankets before closing the blinds himself. He could feel Roderich's violet gaze on his back, although he knew without his glasses, the pianist was as blind as a bat. Slipping back over to the bed, Gilbert lay down and pulled the covers over them both.
"Zhere."
"Danke Schon."
"Bitte… Roddy?"
"Ja, Gilbert?" The Austrian rolled on to his side to look blindly at the Prussian, his violet eyes unfocused as the silver-haired nation turned out the light.
"Vas the moon the only reason you voke?" Prussia's voice was light, but there was an undertone of concern, which he only showed to Austria. The albino knew that the pianist worried constantly about him, after the dissolution of his country. Sure, Gilbert missed his home and sometimes felt terribly lonely but he was okay. He had Roderich and Ludwig should he ever need his little brother. Finally, after a long arduous pause, the musician said,
"I have not yet slept." The admittance was soft, almost fearful and Prussia could have punched himself for going to bed early and not checking that Austria had followed him. With a low groan, the red-eyed nation coiled around the smaller one, holding him tight.
"Roddy, you have to sleep, I am fine."
"I vorry about you, zat's all."
"Is it about zat music I found?" Gilbert felt Roderich stiffen in his arms and curl close. Yesterday, the pair had been going through the pianist's sheet music and the Prussian had dug out an old sheet, tear-stained and ink blotted, entitled merely 20. Mai 1947. After asking the Austrian what it was, Gilbert realised he had found something incredibly sensitive to Roderich as the musician blanched and began to make excuses about what the piece was. Eventually, the albino coaxed the answer out of the violet-eyed nation; Roderich had written it in a fit of fury and sorrow after learning of the dissolution of Prussia and it had been about that that he had realised his feelings for the other nation.
"N-n… ja. I… I cannot stop zhinking about it," admitted Austria which caused Prussia to hold him tighter.
"Mein leibe, you must stop zhinking about it. I am here and I vill never leave, I promise you," murmured the albino, clinging to the smaller nation.
"Ja… Okay… Just, just hold me." And Gilbert did so until Roderich fell into a restless sleep, watching over his lover with his crimson eyes.