Gilbert stood outside his door at his doorstep, Tears were rolling down his face. He had just been at a world meeting, it was there he had gotten the news.
He was no longer a country.
His younger brother had taken his land and people.
He had nothing left.
Everyone that he loved had left him alone.
Elizabeta
Feliciano
Roderich
His best friends Francis and Antonio
Even his own little brother, Ludwig…. They had all left him.
He had freaked out. He had yelled and screamed at everyone. They had told him to calm down. To stop yelling. Francis and Antonio had grabbed his arms and dragged him out of the building. They told him it was for his own good. They had turned their backs at him. His own friends. Let him down. Left him.
His own friends.
He whipped the tears from his awesome face and away from his awesome eyes. He opened the door and went inside. He walked slowly with his head hanging down. He walked slowly and robotic to the fridge, and grabbed a six-pack beer. He went to his bedroom and closed the door shut with his foot. He sat down at the bed and sighed. "Why?" He couldn't understand it. His land and people… gone. And his friends and Ludwig his own brother, had left him.
He opened a beer bottle and put it to his lips, for then to put it down without drinking any. He took a box from under his bed, and opened it. It was full of pictures of other nations, his friends, his brother… everyone were smiling. The pictures were the most precious things he owned. He put the pictures back down and closed the box. He put it back under his bed, and took a deep breath. He laid down and stripped off his pants socks and shirt, so he was only wearing his tank top and boxers. He then put on the covers, and cuddled his pillows. " Maybe it's better to go to sleep…. Maybe I can sleep forever… that would be nice…" Gilbert thought. He then closed his eyes, and drifted to sleep.
His wish was granted. He would never wake up again…