I know I should be working on Are You Really Gone..
But I just can't help myself...I must...I MUST DEATH FIC!
I don't own Hetalia in any way, nor do I own the awesome music I wrote this by, but I'm pretty sure I own this idea for the plot, so yeah.
A single, icy pale hand reached towards the fading moon in the sky, the fog around him making the picture blurry. He moaned softly, staring up with dull crimson eyes.
The faces passed him by, names with no faces and faces with no names, eyes staring at the lifeless form that lay in the blood stained snow.
"Don't hold on anymore..."
"You're safe now..."
The voice was calling to him, like a ghost, it's echoing sound quickly fading from his ears, he shook his head,
"C-Come back.." He whispered, the blood dribbling down his pale chin, his lips tinted the lightest blue. He couldn't breath, the color in his albino eyes draining fast.
"Stop fighting Gilbert... you've done well... come home..."
H-Home? What was his home? His hand fell to the ground, ignoring the pleading cried from his brothers. He was shaking violently, staring blankly up at the face only he could see, the sad smile that welcomed him.
"M-my king.." the albino whispered, causing strange looks from the Austrian and German.
The foggy breath coming from the albino went short, the rise and fall of his chest stopping, Lugwig shook his head, grabbing hold of his elder brother's hand.
"G-Gilbert.." he whispered, gripping tighter and tighter with each passing moment, the sheer, ironic beauty of it all... the beautiful Prussian laying in the snow.
He belonged in the white snow, smiling, happy, free of any pain he felt from his rise and fall.
The Austrian placed his hand over the dead eyes, closing them slowly, the last time they would ever open, and he paid no attention, he didn't care...
"You've done well, my little prince."
The albino took the man's hand, his eyes wide and uncertain.
"W-Who are you?" The boy whispered, shaking, "W-Why is it so cold?" The man smiled warmly,
"I'm Fitz, little one." His voice was welcoming, trusting. "Don't worry, it will get warmer soon.. my little prince."
The young albino took the hand, a small smile gracing his face, "You will be safe here," the man said, picking the boy up, the young Prussian prince.
"Let's go home."