A/N: No, I'm not dead. I know its been almost a year, but whatever. I think I'm getting back my passion for writing. This was a Christmas gift for Lea32 on DA, featuring one of my new APH OTPs: PruBel.

[ Italics is Belarus' POV, normal is Prussia's. ]

I've always been lonely.

Even when Sister was smiling at me and Brother was holding my hand I always felt lonely.

But Brother was warm, and I clung to him always, following him wherever he went. He was warm and made me feel a little less lonely.

Slowly, I grew to hate Sister for stealing Brother's warmth. I wanted to have Brother look only at me, smile warmly and make me feel not-lonely.

But that never happened. Brother's smiles were for both of us. The warmth had to be shared. I was his little sister and nothing more.

I couldn't bear it. I became bitter and jealous.

Brother became scared of me. Everyone was scared of me now.

But I didn't care, because I was too cold inside, the Loneliness was too much for me to bear.

I've always been alone, ever since I can remember. My mutti [don't tell him I said that though. He prefers to be called Father.] Germania went away for long periods of time, and when he came back he was always wounded and tired. Sometimes he would win and bring me things from the battlefield, sometimes he would be beaten and would start planning another raid immediately. The Roman Empire required constant checking, and he was almost never there.

When we were together, he wasn't very expressive. He would cook and clean up, and when I fell asleep during my chores I would always wake up to find myself tucked away in my makeshift bed. Though he would scold me afterwards, I always knew that he loved me, he just wasn't one of the people who could say things like that out loud.

But all too quickly, he died.

I was devastated, but, as I was his son, I said nothing. I buried him and moved on, and if I cried a little every night for him, nobody would ever know.

From then on it was a constant battle. I was born in a dark age, and the only way to defend myself was to attack first.

I never grew close to anyone.

Till he came.

I taught Little West everything I could. I unified the warring states so he could have a better childhood. I fawned endlessly over the bright-eyed boy.

And then he changed.

I was alone again.

So when a certain albino was brought to me, bleeding and near death, all I saw was the loneliness in his eyes.

I patched him up, being uncharacteristically gentle. When I heard the soldiers with me whispering in surprise, I sent them on their way with a glare before turning my attention back to him.

"You're not half-bad." He said, his cracked lips widening into a smirk.

And I suddenly felt warm again.

"How romantic." The albino muttered, earning a snort from the platinum-blonde beside him.

"What now? Shall we walk off into the Sunset?" she asked sarcastically.

"Hmmm….I never was too fond of that stupid ending anyway." Gilbert murmured into her ears, before hugging her close to him. "How about we head away from it, towards home?"

Natalya played with the word "home" for a while, before smiling a soft, uncharacteristic smile.

And the unspoken words hung between them.

We can be lonely together.