I started writing this… while watching t.v.:D haha I really should get out more…

this fanfic WILL be happy[ish] in the end. i promise.

Anyways…please enjoy:3

*disclaimer: I [unfortunately] don't own hetalia. T^T or greenday (21 guns)

P.S.- Centaurea is Germany's national flower. It can also be called "The Emperor's Flower." Edelweiss is Switzerland's? [not too sure on that one]

"Do you know what's worth fighting for?

When it's not worth dying for?

Does it take your breath away

And you feel yourself suffocating?"

"No, no! Please…s-save me! I'm sorry Gilbert! For f*ck's sake, come here. Really-it wasn't m-me! Ple-" The pained voice was silenced as another flaming section of the burning roof collapsed. It fell on the crying man's already crippled body. Crushing. Crunching. Killing. The crack of the bones shattering hit the other man's ears.

Crimson eyes widened as Prussia inhaled suddenly-his chest heaving as he choked back a sob.

He lay sweating in his thickly layered bed. Satin and cotton blankets all shoved to the bottom edge during his restless night. "Wha-…shit." The agony in his voice leaked through his lips…when this incident first happened, Prussia hid the fact that he cared…but now-what's the point?

"Does the pain weigh out the pride?

And you look for a place to hide?

Did someone break your heart inside?

You're in ruins…"

Clutching the pillow beside him attempting serenity, he pretended that there was someone there to sooth him. His heavy breathing denying him any ounce of peace.

He lay in the distorted position his mind had set his muscles to adjust to during his slumber. Would a human be able to stretch like this and still feel comfort in it's state? Squeezing his stinging eyes shut to avoid crying- he couldn't decide whether he was cold or hot.

The inside of him felt like ice. His core a tundra. Heart frozen over-littered with pins and needles. Piercing and cutting-covering up the actual reason for this pain. This discomfort.

But the skin seething outside his body-encasing his splitting heart- was practically melting. His underwear clung tightly to his thighs and…well, vital regions.

The king bed was soaked with the salty liquid spewing from his over heating torso.

Prussia's eyes pressed tighter as his ever increasing heart rate pounded the needles against his ribcage-threatening to break bone.

Gilbert fell to his knees hard. The thud echoing slightly through the Hell he was in. His popping eyes taking in the scene before him.

The monster enveloping all he'd known and loved. All he…had.

The oak walls slowly eroding themselves to ash. The photographs and their now lack of frames lay broken on the floor. Glass scattered in every direction.

The tables and chairs were semi-hammered to the floor boards; the table on it's side. The green plants that used to sit in the corners of this dining room were now set ablaze-their inner chemicals testing the monster.

To Gilbert-under any other circumstance, this scene would be beautiful. The brilliant colors overlapping and spreading to create a smeared monochrome. A painting beyond words.

"Gi…bert…" A hoarse voice whispered.

But this circumstance wasn't allowing him to even think about it's beauty. To him-it was life threatening.

Gilbert managed to get back to his feet-stumbling across the room full of debris to get to his life. His love.

"Lud…Ludwig…no…NO!" Gilbert pushed his way through the flames licking his boots. He pulled off the wood and objects which were pinning his love to the ground.

He had pulled off the last one to find…blood. So much blood. It puddled all around the limp body before him. Staining it's owners clothes and skin.

"CHINA! JAPAN! GILBERT! WHERE ARE YOU? GET THE F*CK OUT OF HERE! IT'S GUNNA' COLLAPSE! JAPAN!" A loud voice rang out.

Gilbert didn't care. He honestly didn't care if he were to get out alive. Sure-he was afraid of dying. He'd thought of it before. Regularly, actually. But he'd always thought his death would be something…more physical. Cutting him or torture. But never this.

No….not this. Not a monster pushing their hand through his chest and ripping out his heart. He didn't see that one. Definitely not that one.

"When you're at the end of the road

And you lost all sense of control

And your thoughts have taken their toll

When your mind breaks the spirit of your soul."

"No…no, please…Ludwi-Germany! Please! Oh, God! Please!" Gilbert knelt down and scooped Germany un his arms. He clutched the body to his like there was no tomorrow…and maybe-if he were lucky-there wouldn't be.

"It's…cold." Gilbert muttered, sniffing. This brought him to a reality-the voice had screamed Japan…Japan and…China! They were here too? Holy mother of f*ck. How come they were still in here? Was one of them stuck too? Both?

"Of course he is. Prussia, get up. Now." He thought he'd been alone. Wait-who was that voice earlier anyway? How long ago had that been? Gilbert lost track of time. All he knew was that Ludwig was in his arms now. Everything would be okay.

It would be okay…right?

"Why…Why is he cold?" Gilbert screamed to the tall man now standing beside him. If they were surrounded by fire-how could Ludwig's skin be cold?

He received no response.

"ANSWER ME!" He choked on his words, sobbing.

"Because he's dead, Prussia. Now get up before you die too. There's nothing you can do to save him." Ivan stated. Gilbert shivered.

"No…no…he can't be… how can he be dead? Ivan? We can't die, can we?" Silence. "CAN WE?" The monster was getting stronger. It's limbs grabbing at whatever they could. Whatever they could drag back to Hell with them. Ivan moved slightly-shuffling away from a gold curtain falling from it's rail above a window.

A…window.

"Yes. Ve can. It's just extremely difficult." Ivan said quietly. He was getting anxious-if they didn't get out soon they'd be stuck under the breaking building. They'd die along side Ludwig.

"How…can this be…? He's-he's not dead!" Gilbert screeched. He slowly stood up-Ludwig still locked between his arms. He tried moving towards the door….but…where was it? He scanned his surroundings…he couldn't see anything but the monster. It was everywhere. But then he saw a brief glimpse of a window. He'd jump. He had to.

Ivan noticed the change in direction. "No. Russia's not letting you jump out of a two story vindow, Prussia. Forget it. Drop Germany. Ve need to get out." He began tugging on Gilbert's jacket. Gilbert shook him away furiously.

"NO! I'm not leaving him!" He yelled. He was breaking down. More so than he had been. Why couldn't Ivan just leave him be? If Ludwig was in fact dead, why couldn't Ivan just let Gilbert die as well? Ivan knew- he knew that Gilbert would never survive without his Ludwig. Never. "What about China and Japan, huh? Are you jus' gunna' leave them too? Where the f*ck are they?"

All of a sudden the building began shaking. Walls started crashing in and beams fell from their homes in the ceiling. "Pruss-no!" Was the last this Gilbert heard before he…

…blacked out.