OMG! Yamiyokai has once again returned to the world of the living! I'm back with an all-new fanfic, which I hope you will enjoy. So here we go.

Summary: Loosely based off the Story of Evil songs (written by Mothy, and sung by the Rin and Len Kagamine). Gilbert and Ludwig are twin brothers. However, due to certain circumstances, Gilbert is the prince and Ludwig is only a servant. They were only recently reunited but fate still conspires to tear them apart. Includes One-sided PruAus, AusSwiss, and hints of one-sided GerIta.

Thanks to my wonderful sister, Mellos Mayushi, for beta-reading!

I almost forgot! I do not, have not and will never own Hetalia. If only...

Once a long time ago, in another place there was a young prince of only sixteen who ruled over a grand and glorious kingdom. The prince's name was Gilbert Beilschmidt. He had many grand and luxurious things. Anything he could ever want or need was given to him.

There was only one thing missing from his life. In truth, the prince hadn't even realized it was missing until that day. Perhaps it was fate, or merely coincidence that they met again.

That afternoon found Gilbert lounging on a large, comfy sofa he was particularly fond of. There was a long table next to him, covered in papers-the work he was supposed to be doing. He was close to drifting asleep when a knock jolted him awake. He groaned and called for the intruder to enter.

He was rubbing his eyes, so he only heard them enter. He heard their quick steps and the sound of something large and heavy being placed on the table.

Then the person spoke in a deep voice. "I brought you lunch, your majesty."

"Yes, thank you." Gilbert said almost irritably.

Then he finally looked up into a face almost identical to his own. Both men blinked and stared at the other.

"What the-"Both began to say.

"Stop that!" Gilbert snapped.

The other man straightened up immediately. "I'm sorry, sir."

This man was almost a mirror image. He was a bit taller, and Gilbert's hair was a lighter blonde. The biggest difference was their eyes. The man's were pale blue, while Gilbert had bright crimson eyes.

"Who the hell are you?" The prince demanded.

"Ludwig Héderváry."

Gilbert just stared.

"Is something wrong?"

"I'm just wondering why your names are in different languages."

Ludwig looked away awkwardly. "Oh. That's probably because I was adopted. I really don't see how that matters though."

"It probably doesn't." Gilbert said and leaned back on his couch. "You know, I like you kid."

"Wha-What?"

Gilbert chuckled. "Yeah, I definitely like you. You have great taste after all, to have the same face as the great me."

"H-Hey, that wasn't a conscious decision. I just happened to look like this."

Gilbert shrugged. "It's all the same to me. So it's decided; from this day on you will serve me personally."

"I didn't agree to that!"

After that, Gilbert was never seen without Ludwig. The boy proved to be very loyal. He stayed by the prince's side at all times, granting his every wish. He was a perfect, obedient, little servant. The two quickly became something of friends.

"I'm hungry."

"Then what would your majesty like to eat?"

"I'm bored."

"I'm sorry. Is there something that I can do for you?"

"Is there anymore beer?"

"As much as you can drink."

However, there was something even Ludwig couldn't give him. In a neighboring country, there was a prince named Roderich, who they often visited. The two royals never got along well, and always argued. It was an enormous surprise for the servant when he learned of the prince's true feelings.

"I think I love him." Gilbert said randomly one day. He was lying on his enormous bed, staring at the ceiling. Ludwig sat ever faithfully at his side.

Blue eyes widened. "What? Who?"

Gilbert then seemed to realize what he had said. He blushed and rolled over so as to not face his servant.

"Nothing. No one." He mumbled into the mattress.

Ludwig sighed. He stood up and walked around to face the young prince again.

"How am I supposed to help you if you won't tell me what you need?"

"Help me?"

"Of course. I live only for your sake after all."

Gilbert made a noncommittal noise.

"So who is it?"

Gilbert mumbled his answer into a pillow.

"You have to speak up."

Finally, the prince spoke after a long moment of silence.

"Roderich." He said.

"What?"

"I knew you'd react like that." Gilbert mumbled. He rolled over and buried his bright red face in a pillow.

"Wait, I'm sorry. I was just shocked because you two never get along. Aren't you always calling him a wimp and a priss?"

"I just like getting a reaction out of him. It's cute."

"Ah, I see." He didn't really, but he didn't want to argue any further.

Gilbert sighed. "What do I do, Lutz?"

Why was he asking him? Well, he did say he would help.

"Well, maybe you should talk to him and make your feeling clear. An apology would probably help too."

"I don't know…"

It took nearly a week afterwards for Gilbert to through with it. Soon, the two headed to their neighboring kingdom. Ludwig had talk to him several times when his courage failed.

However, almost as soon as they got there, things went wrong. Gilbert decided to hurry and find Roderich before he lost his courage again. Ludwig trailed behind at a more leisurely pace. When he caught up he found the prince peeking out from behind a wall.

"Gilbert? What are you-"

Gilbert shushed him and continued to stare at the scene before him. Ludwig sighed and peeked around the wall to see for himself.

There was Prince Roderich, looking as regal as ever, but standing next to him was a shorter blonde man in armor. They watched as Roderich wrapped his arms around the blonde. He blushed and made a half-hearted attempt to push him away. The prince said something that seemed to calm him down. Then he leaned over slightly to give him a gentle kiss on the forehead.

Ludwig heard Gilbert gasp and give a chocked sort of sob. He put his hand on his shoulder in what was supposed to be a comforting gesture.

"Come on, we should go." He said.

Gilbert gave a weak nod. Thankfully he was able to remain composed as Ludwig made some excuses to the right people and they headed home. It was only once he was back in the safety of his bedroom did the young prince finally break down.

Ludwig had never seen Gilbert cry before, but that night his sobs only died when he finally fell asleep. Over the days that followed, he did everything he could to comfort his prince, but nothing ever seemed to help. Never had Ludwig felt so useless. He had always been able to give Gilbert whatever he wanted. He always kept Gilbert happy. Now, it seemed he would never get his friend's smile back.

Then, one day, Gilbert finally looked up at Ludwig and gave the faintest hint of a smile.

"Thanks, Lutz." He said "I don't know what I would ever do without you."

Things were finally getting back to normal, it seemed. Then, rather suddenly, a terrible war broke out in the surrounding countries that threatened to consume them as well. Troops were advancing from the east. They were allies of Roderich's kingdom in the south, who suddenly began to demand assistance. The other countries were also getting restless, though their loyalties were unknown. In the end, Gilbert had no choice but to throw himself into war.

They never stood a chance. The other surrounding countries also turned on them and their army was spread too thin. Soon their enemies began to advance on their capital and the palace where they lived. The only defense they had left were the castle walls and the few soldiers they had left.

Gilbert was once again sprawled on his favorite couch. He could only sit there and watch as his castle slowly fell. Ludwig stood ever faithfully at his side.

"There's nothing left to do," Gilbert said "but to accept defeat."

"It seems that way, but there's still a chance. We have to get away Gilbert, while we still have a chance."

"It wouldn't help. These people want me dead. I've never even done anything to them. It's not even just them; the people are demanding I be overthrown as well. Have I truly done something to deserve this fate?"

"I honestly don't know."

"Ludwig?"

"What is it?"

"There's something I've wanted to ask for a while."

"What's that?"

"You've been serving me for a while now, and you've never complained. You've always been there, getting me whatever I want. Why is that? Why do you seem to care so much? Why…haven't you left me too?"

Ludwig looked off to the side for a moment, looking deep in thought. Then he finally spoke up.

"Do you want to hear something my mother told me once?"

"What does that have to do with anything?"

"It'll make sense if you just listen."

"Alright then, go ahead and tell me."

"Good. Did you know that she used to work as a servant here too? You wouldn't, she worked here when you were born. She tells me she helped when the queen was giving birth, in fact."

"That's nice and all, but what's that have to do with-"

"I'm getting there. You see, my mother has a slightly different account of what happened that night than most people. She told me that the queen actually gave birth to two sons."

"I think I would know if I had a twin, Lutz."

Ludwig rolled his eyes. "My mother told me that the king only wanted the older of the boys. She said that he gave her the younger child and told her to drown him."

"So I have a dead twin?"

"No, because she instead she ran off with the child."

"So what happened to him?"

Ludwig sighed. "Take a wild guess."

Gilbert thought about it, and thought and thought. Ludwig could practically see the gears turning in his head.

"Wait, I got it! She obviously kept the kid for herself."

"That's right."

"But aren't we talking about your mother?"

Ludwig sighed yet again. "Yes. My adoptive mother."

Gilbert gave him an incredulous look. "Are you actually trying to convince me you're my twin brother?"

"It's the truth!"

"How do you know that?"

"Well…I just…feel like it is. To be honest, I thought she might be lying too, but when we met I just felt it must be true. Besides, just look at us. We're almost identical."

Gilbert looked down at himself, then at Ludwig. "Yeah, I guess we are…"

"Yes, we are…" Ludwig trailed off thoughtfully.

"What are you-"

"I have an idea!" Ludwig said and began to unbutton his shirt.

"I really don't now's the time for that. Besides, I think we just decided we're brothers, so…"

"Oh, be quiet." He slipped the shirt off his shoulders and held it out to his brother. "Here, hurry up and change into this."

"What are you doing?"

"It's simple. If you wear my clothes, everyone will think you're me and you'll be able to get out with the rest of the servants."

"What? That'll never work!"

"Of course it will. Please, just listen to me Gilbert. You don't want to die, do you?"

"Of course not, but what about you?"

"I'm going to create a diversion. It'll buy you enough time to hide properly. Then I'll come find you."

"And where exactly am I supposed to go?"

"You can…you can go to my mother. She lives very far from here and I'm sure she'll keep you safe."

"I don't know about this, Ludwig."

"We don't have time to argue about this! Just hurry up and change. Please, brother."

Gilbert sighed and snatched up the offered shirt. "I cannot believe I am agreeing to this."

"You can yell at me later, alright?"

"I'm going to take you up on that."

"I'm certain you will."

When they were done, Gilbert was once again surprised at the mirror image facing him. Ludwig really did make a very convincing him.

"Stop staring and get going." He snapped

"You promise you'll come find me?"

"I promise."

"Alright. Just don't take too long." Gilbert said, and then he ran off without another word.

"I won't" Ludwig said to the empty room.

He sighed and took his brother's place. Deep down, he knew he knew that he could not keep that promise. He was certain that he would die her, but he wasn't scared. He didn't cry or try to fight it. If it meant his brother would live, then he could die without regret.

"Gilbert," He spoke again, despite being alone. "You are the prince of this land, and I am only a servant. We truly are a pitiful pair of twins, separated by our cruel fate. If it's to protect you, and you alone, I would do anything. I will pose as the prince, so you can escape. If these people truly desire your death, then surely mine will suffice, since we share the same blood. Even if the whole world should become your enemy, I will always protect you. So, please, go somewhere safe and be happy there."

It was funny he'd always wondered what it might be like if their roles were reversed. It wasn't that he resented Gilbert or desired his throne. No, it was just a little nagging curiosity that often came up when he couldn't sleep. Now that they were, under these circumstances, Ludwig was sure he preferred the alternative.

His thoughts were cut short when the door burst open and soldiers poured into the room. Ludwig only lifted his head to stare blankly at them. At the front there was a group of young men in fancier armor than the rest. Ludwig recognized them as the princes of their enemy nations. They showed no sign of having realized his deception.

A short, blonde man with enormous eyebrows stepped forward. "Prince Gilbert Beilschmidt." He said "We demand your unconditional surrender."

"Don't make this any harder than it has to be." Another blonde, with blue eyes behind a pair of ordinary-looking glasses said.

"We don't any more bloodshed than is necessary." A small, feminine-looking man said. Ludwig wondered what he was doing here, since his country was very far away.

"If you do not cooperate, we will kill." Said a large man with pale blonde hair and violet eyes. He was smiling even as he said this.

"Please, let's just solve this peacefully." The last one spoke up. He had long, wavy blonde hair and dark blue eyes.

Ludwig let out a dry laugh. Then he spoke in his best impression of Gilbert (Which as it turned out was very good).

"You insolent fools! You have some nerve. You burst into my castle and demand my surrender. You talk about peace, but you're the ones who started this war. You've reduced my country to ruins and wiped out my entire army. Even if I wanted to fight back, how could I? I have absolutely no choice but surrender, and I think we all know you have no intentions of letting me live either way."

"That sounds like a 'no' to me."

"Indeed it does."

"We kill him now?"

"I guess there's no choice."

"Seems like it."

"Any last words?"

This is for Gilbert, Ludwig told himself. For Gilbert, I can and will do anything.

He caught sight of a clock. It was three.

"Oh," He said "Would you look at that? It's snack time."

Now, ya'll know what loosely means. If you're familiar with the songs you'll notice that I change some things around. Even if you don't know the songs, you'll probably notice that Ludwig and Gilbert aren't particularly "evil". I have a couple reasons for this: firstly, because I love the German brothers and don't want them to be the bad guys. Secondly, because I wanted to portray them more as victims. In the original songs Rin and Len both suffer, but only on account of their own sins. It really feels more like they got what they deserved than anything else. So that's why. Don't like, don't read.

I felt inspired to write this after listening to these songs way too much. Also, I couldn't find any fics like this with Germany and Prussia, so here it is. I hope you enjoyed.