1947.

The wind blew against the trees, making leaves fall into heaps on the ground. Crowds gathered around the brick wall that was covered in messages and codes- in remembrance of the once barricaded nation.

It was a day that kept Ludwig awake at night.

It was for years now that they knew this would happen- but there was still hope. 1947 was a turning point.

The memorial of the day that left scars on his immortal soul was not only a day of remembrance- It was a funeral.

Drops of blood layered the once Prussian blue jacket; coughing up layers of his once functioning system- his empire was falling.

His hands and feet were fading, fast- scars disappearing into thin air piece by piece. All Ludwig and Eliza could do was to watch in pure horror.

Instead of crying, Gilbert smiled- which highlighted his slowly paling skin, shadowing fast in due time. He was always such a tough and brash man, but instead of acting like it wasn't a big deal; like he regularly would- his smile was gentle and magnanimous, soft, peaceful tears slowly falling on his cheeks.

"I guess it's time, Bruder." He choked on his words- knowing that each fell heavily on his aching shoulders. "It's been a long journey, hasn't it?"

Ludwig, the man who was raised to be a military man, had puffy cheeks and damp eyes, holding back sobs that hit against his chest. "It has," he mumbled, "It really has."

Gilbert's expression was peaceful, yet haunting. The expression of tainted glory- as if reaching the edge of glory. He knew he was dying, he knew it ever since it began. His gaze turned to focus on the weeping Elizabeta, who was also quite strong, which was quite shocking.

"Elizabeta- it's alright."

Her head perked up, soggy eyes meeting with Ruby painted pupils that seemed to glow in the slowly fading dusk. "Gilbert—"

"You know, I remember when I thought you were a boy." He laughed, pushing himself into another coughing fit. "Those were the good old days, Liz."

Her tears turned to smiles, her expression turning bittersweet. "You asked me if I had a penis."

Gilbert laughed again.

"You too, Bruder, I remember taking you out for beer when you were just a little Junge—" He smiled, his ruby eyes welling up with fresh tears. "It was the first time you drank; and we got wasted as hell."

Ludwig was almost emotionless at times- but he seemed to mutter a small laugh. "I remember hitting you with a beer glass and you nearly crying."

Those were his last moments- taking breaths that seemed to be his last; basking in his last moments of existence with memories. He'd would have never thought that he would die- not like this, at least. But, he smiled, because he knew that he did well.

"I know you will all miss me, I really do- but time works in mysterious ways. When I'm gone, I will never die. History is a beautiful thing, isn't it? I'll be immortal in memory. I'm not dying- not now, not ever. I'm too awesome." He never failed to have a lazy smirk on his face, his trademark look expression that everyone knew. For the last time- he never failed to be like the prideful idiot he was. He was an idiot- but he was the best idiot.

Elizabeta was up in arms, sobbing into her hands that hid her face. Ludwig only smiled; eyes darting to the high heavens. They felt truly united that day- it was the one day that made Gilbert Beilschmidt feel alive, but he couldn't shake that aching feeling that was death.

"I, I love you, Gilbert-" She murmured, glancing at his living soul for his last moments. He was almost completely transparent.

"And I love you too." Ludwig gazed somberly at his slowly dying brother.

Before his ruby eyes could slowly fade away- the Prussian spoke one last sentence, the word that shook him for a brief moment, and became a legend. The only thing that came to mind was-

"mm whatcha say."

The berlin wall trembled and fell to the ground- his words fading in the atmosphere before the ground became vacant.

Mmm whatcha say.