A/N: hey people!
Ever since I read this fantastic story on the Germanics being elves I told myself I would write one myself one day.
And here it is.
I love, love, love that idea that the Germanics are elves and I will definitely write more on it.
Enjoy!
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Germany hated this part of himself.
Yes there were parts of his history that he hated. Certain aspects of his personality that he hated. But this one took the cake.
This one he hated with his entire being.
"Again West." Gilbert instructed.
Ludwig didn't move or answer.
Gilbert's hands started to glow slightly.
"I said again. Do not make me repeat myself a third time."
Germany didn't move.
The glow on Gilbert's hands intensified before flying off of the hands and landing sharply across Germanys back. The result was like a whip slash, leaving a long and deep cut on his bare back. The blood flowed down his back as it slowly healed.
Germany willed himself to stay standing with his knees not buckling. He stared straight ahead at the wall.
"Do I have to attack you again or will you listen?"
Germany didn't answer.
Another slash across his back. The lower back this time. This time Germany wasn't able to hold back his slight groan.
"I don't want to hurt you West. Now listen."
He didn't move.
Gilbert sighed. The glow in his hands faded. "Maybe we should stop for today."
At those words Germany picked up his discarded shirt and slid it back on.
"West. I really don't enjoy hurting you."
"I know brother."
"And I'm doing this for your own good."
"I know."
"I mean. You've been losing control more and more."
"I know."
"West." he said quietly. "You're starting to scare me."
"My apologizes."
"Brother!" Gilbert said. "I'm just trying to help you!"
Germany paused on his way out the door.
"Your help." he said quietly. "Isn't the one I want."
For as long as Germany could remember he had trouble controlling his magic. He did read the books his brother had given him each time. He did try to practice.
Although it was hard to practice something that you hated with a burning passion.
He hated the magic side of him that his brother had taken upon his private duty to bring out. In his opinion it was bad enough being a nation but to be something even more different than that was something he hated.
His brothers simply accepted it as a part of their lives.
He choose not to. He refused to allow the change to completely happen and stayed in this half point of his existence.
However his hatred of it ran even deeper. It went so deep that it effectively blocked nearly all his attempts at learning to control it. No matter what he did or how much he practiced since he was a kid he could never control it completely.
It exploded at random times for him. And even more lately. Not only was he losing control of his magic but he was also losing control of his element.
Each one of them controlled a separate element. And he was quickly loosing what little control he had over it.
He didn't know how Gilbert had found out, although the man had his ways, and immediately enforced more practices and trainings with his younger brother.
Only Ludwig refused to do those practices.
And it was starting to affect him physically.
He has been getting more and more fevers. More and more nightmares and waking up in a sweat. More outbursts of magic.
According to Gilbert it was only a matter of time before it exploded completely.
There were two stages to the complete explosion. The first was a simple letting loose of the magic and the element. Except it was all deadly and would kill any human or severely hurt a nation. Even with their powerful healing it would take a few days for it to heal.
The second was an explosion inside the body. Tearing it apart from the inside out.
Starting with the mind and soul.
He collapsed in his bed. He glanced blearily at his clock on the nightstand. It was nearing midnight. Midnight on a night of no moon. Unlike Austria his element was strongest at this point of the month.
He could feel it coursing through his veins. He could feel it start at his fingertips. It was practically begging to be let out. Germany tightened his hold on his bed sheets.
His entire body convulsed suddenly. He bit back a groan and curled into a ball. His fingernails dug into his skin.
'Please stop.' he silently begged.
Gathering his strength he climbed out of bed and stumbled into the shower. He immediately turned the knob for the cold water and stepped under the spray.
The moment the water came in contact with his skin it evaporated into steam. However its cooling affect did the job he was hoping for. It successfully cooled down his element, quenched the begging's, and allowed him to relax.
He heard the bathroom door open.
"You know if your going to take a shower I heard that taking off all your clothes is usually a good thing." came his brothers voice.
Germany closed his eyes.
"I needed to…"
"I know what you needed to."
There was silence.
"I don't want to lose my little brother." Gilbert finally said before leaving the bathroom without giving Ludwig a chance to say anything.
Germany sighed. He turned off the shower and stepped out of the tub. He wearily glanced at his reflection in the mirror.
He could see the runes lightly etched into his skin. The ones that defined who he was before they faded into his skin.
He placed a hand on his shoulder. His back was burning again.
He slid off the wet clothes and threw them into the hamper.
On each one of them on their backs was a marking. The marking of their element.
On Gilberts back he had one bearing that he was an elf of the earth element. So did Switzerland.
Austria had one that declared that he was an elf of the water element.
Liechtenstein had one declared she was an elf of the air element.
He didn't know about the Nordics. He never spent any time with his cousins in order to get to know who they were.
And he himself had his own. His element was the rarer one. The only other known one was his sire Germania to have to hold this element.
The element of fire, forever uncontrollable and its own life.
A life that constantly tried to control its bearer.
And maybe even perhaps killing the person as well.
Note to self. Do more research on elves.
After that I don't really have the much to say.
I hope you enjoyed this.
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Until next time.
This is Phoenix-Fire Power over and out.