I do not own Hetalia. And the German translation is next to the sentance.
Also Prussia is Gilbert and Holy Rome is called Heinrich. The other German countries in this chapter do not have a human name right now if you guys have any ideas please let me know.
The dust clear two figures were clear to me on the battle field, one towering over the other. The one resembles a pre-teen the other a man with his saber raised to strike; the young teen's sword lies useless on the ground. The saber drops and six yells including mine echo across the field as the blade in-beds itself into the teen. The blade is quickly ripped away from the boy who drops to the ground, the man who is a Frenchman looks at us, where we stand unable to move. He bows his head in apology to us his eyes shadowed by his hair he then walks away his saber at his side. Once he is out of sight we rush to our brother's side but the closer we get to him the more we know there is nothing we can do, I am the first to reach him and supports him from off the ground. He whimper's slightly as I move him his eyes twisted in pain then they open.
"Preußen?" (Prussia) He whispers.
"Ja Heinrich Sachsen, Bayern, Brandenburg, Hessen und Holstein sind auch hier." (Yes Heinrich Saxony, Bavaria, Brandenburg, Hesse and Holstein are here as well.)
"Es tut mir leid" (I'm sorry)
"Was denn? " (What for?)
"Ich war nicht stark genug ... Ich habe versagt..." (I wasn't strong enough... I have failed...)
"Sag das nicht!" (Don't say that!) Myself and other brothers cry out.
His body shakes as he tries to chuckled, but instead he starts coughing and blood bubbles from his mouth. I frowned and raised his body for that he could breathe easier (Not that he could breath very good with a hole in his stomach.)
"Preußen mir versprechen, dass Sie Italien sagen, dass ich sie liebte und dass es mir leid tut." (Prussia promise me that you will tell Italy that I loved her and that I was sorry.)
"Sure Bruder." (Sure brother) I said tears forming in my eyes.
He raised his hand to my face brushing the tears away.
"Nicht weinen ... Jeder von euch ... Alles wird in Ordnung sein." (Don't cry... Any of you... Everything is going to be ok.)
Looking up I saw that my other brothers were crying as well, they looked away once they saw that I was looking at them. Looking back at the brother in my arms I noticed that his breathing was becoming more labored his entire body shaking. whimper's of pain coming from him he looked at all of us trying to get eye contact but none of us could hold his gaze for more than a few seconds. We couldn't his usually clear blue eyes now broken and pain filled, broke our hearts the as we watched him slowly fade. He lifted his hand and rested it against my face forcing me to look at him.
"Bruder schau mich an." (Brother look at me.) He said gently
We locked eyes his blue eyes looking into my blood-red eyes.
"Halten Sie unsere Familie zusammen Gilbert." (Keep our family together Gilbert.)
"Sure Heinrich, werde ich mein Bestes tun." (Sure Heinrich, I will do my best.)
"Danke" (Thank you.)
His breath quickened under my arms and his body began to shake more violently, I tightened my grip on his frail body stopping him from injuring himself further. His eyes looked into mine one last time then they slowly closed, his breathing slowed then stilled.
"Heinrich." I whispered tears falling from my face landing on his clothes.
Looking up I saw that all of my brothers' face's were shadowed their hair hanging in there face. My body trembling with grief I stood cradling my older brother to my chest, my other brothers stepped away from me but stayed around me. Slowly I walked through the bloody field, the cries of the wounded fell on deaf ears. All the soldiers stayed away from us the remaining of my brother's army melt into our own armies. Our Generals take a step towards us but were stopped by some of the soldiers, once away from the battle field the six of us ran towards my capital Berlin. We made a day's travel in a few minutes, my home coming into view nearing it we slowed to a stop. I was in the lead my living brothers behind me, for a reason unknown to me I didn't want to enter my home. Brandenburg placed a comforting hand on my shoulder causing me to look back at him. He nodded his head slightly and put a little more pressure on my shoulder relaxing I faced my home again without hesitating I head to my home for the first time in months. Inside I with some help changed Heinrich's battle torn and bloody outfit to one that he left at my place. Along with changing his outfit we cleaned him up and placed him in a spare room were he looked peaceful and calm as if asleep. Finished we left his body and sat quietly in the living room that was on the ground floor. None of us talked or did anything instead we dealt with our grief on our own; Bavaria leaning on the door jam, Hesse and Holstein were on the couch, Saxony and Brandenburg sat in the two arm chairs, I was on the floor leaning against the wall. We stayed like that for God knows how long before Bavaria broke the silence.
"I'm done with this I'm going home. You guys may want to sit here all day but I for one wont." He said angrily
Anger sparked in me and I stood angrily stepping towards my brother, Saxony and Brandenburg stood up as well but stayed back.
"Holy Rome just died and you say we're wasting our time mourning our flesh and blood, your kin. He helped you form into a country even though it made him weaker and you have the gall to say it's not worth staying around." I hissed
"What good is it to cry and feel sorry for ourselves, I miss him as much as everyone else but we are countries we can't stop and mourn over a fallen. That was what I was taught; you out of all of us know what can happen in war. We should have known that he was going to fall some time's he was never Holy, never Rome, and never an Empire."
A feral growl comes from me and I pounced on him, we fought for a few seconds before Saxony and Brandenburg pulled us apart. Saxony had him, and Brandenburg held me back. We stared at each other his lip was busted and I could feel a bruise forming under my eye. Bavaria pulled out of Saxony's grip and glared once at us before turning and pushing Saxony out-of-the-way and leaving the room, the front door slamming closed behind him. Brandenburg let me go but noticed me eyeing the door where Bavaria left through, Saxony stepped into the door way blocking it completely.
"Don't bother with him brother; he has a different way of showing grief." Brandenburg said softly behind me.
I growled softly but relaxed when he placed his hand on my shoulder.
"Don't let it your sorrow become anger it will consume you till you are nothing. We don't want to lose another brother."
Looking back at him he gave me a small smile and let me go, taking a deep breath I looked at the rest of my family. Hesse and Holstein where sitting back on the couch asleep resting side by side. Saxony moved from the door and to the fire-place trying to light it, Brandenburg looked at me before going and helping Saxony with the tender box. It had a feel of peace but under it you could feel the sorrow that everyone was struggling to overcome. Looking towards the door again I took a step towards it but this time no one went to stop me. I left the living room and paused looking where the front door was but then turned my back on it and went up the stairs, knowing where I wanted to be.
Hello this is Black Kaitou and I hope you guys like what I have written here. If you don't like long Fics I would stop reading this since this will be history from Prussia's point of view from 1806 to now. It might get broken up to different areas like this may go on till World war I then ends and a companion fic will be written. Tell me what you think about both this fic and my idea of breaking this up. Also if you have any parts of history that involved Prussia I may be able to get it in, or later when he is raising Germany. So send in your reviews please. Also almost forgot there was a quote in here see if you can find it.
Black Kaitou
P.S. I was trying to have France not be a bad guy since I really don't want to blacken that side of my family name. So sorry if you expected France to be a total jerk.