Whispered words caressing the air like the touch of a lover, cold and burning all at once.
Prussia shuddered, biting his lip at the feel of cold metal slipping up his back, tracing the ridges of his spine, and he easily felt as the taller nation behind him clicked his gun.
Dissolved.
And who did his brother think he was? allowing him to be taken!
His ruby eyes widened at a quick pain between his shoulder blades, equally bright red liquid spilling gently down his back.
Any normal human would certainly have died instantly, but Prussia...no, he was merely Gilbert now...Was no human, and he slumped against the wall in pain, eyes glazing over, chains biting into his wrists, and he listened as the Russian man dropped his gun and leaned over to lap gently at the thick rivulets of blood pouring from the wound he had created.
The pain was gone though, he was merely tired, just so tired.
Death is a peaceful thing, a gentle companion at the end, not the ripping tearing thing that the humans make it out to be...
The albino sighed, blood dripping gently from his mouth, likely down his back as well, but his spine has snapped with the force of the bullet and he can feel nothing beneath his shoulder blades.
Eyes, once glittering in proud crimson have dulled now, unpolished gems, which is fine, he can't see them, wouldn't care if he could, calmed by the cold blanket of the end as it wraps itself around him.
He's not cold anymore, not warm, but not cold.
he's merely...there, hardly even there at all really...
He knew Russia was talking, but he didn't care, for death's hands had covered his ears and silenced the outside world.
Death is kind, takes the biting pain from his wrists as the chains cut through flesh and make him bleed.
Death is merciful, drys his tears so that he cannot cry.
However, his eyes flicker open a bit more when he hears crashing, voices, and Death is kept at bay for a few seconds as he is unchained and taken into a warm pair of arms, and for a moment he is unsure of who it is until he sees the blue of his brother's eyes, tear clouded.
"Bruder? Bruder! you'll have help soon! Japan and Italy will come! we'll bandage you and take you home to rest!"
Prussia smiled softly, forcing an unfeeling arm to his brother's own arm, fingers tight in the fabric.
"Bruder...Ludwig...I'm, so tired..." his voice surprises him, not raspy or worn, soft, but clear.
The blond nation's grip on his sibling tightened, "just wait until you're home! and then you can sleep!"
Prussia chuckled, a soft easy sound, perfectly at peace.
"I think we should look forward to death more than we do...Of course everybody hates to go to bed or miss anything...but dying is really the only chance we'll get to rest..."
He can hear Japan and Italy rushing down the hall, a ways off still.
He's tired, so tired, and Death sings its soft lullaby, but he cannot sleep, not yet, for his brother would be alone.
"hold on Bruder! Gilbert! Prussia!"
The albino nation blinked, looking at the doorway, watching Japan and Italy rush in as his eyes slip half closed.
He knows Japan is looking at him, knows that Japan can tell he won't make it, and the lithe nation shakes his head at Italy, who walks over and wraps his arms around Germany.
Prussia smiles, smiles as Feliciano whispers a soft, "Ludwig...he's gone...come on Germany..."
And death kisses his eyes closed.