A/N: Hetalia belongs to its respective owners. All I own is the plot to this fanfiction. Feedback and constructive criticism is much appreciated.
I - Departure
Cornflowers scattered the fields. A calm and gentle breeze drifted through the land. Eerie silence enveloped the heavy air. No one was on the streets. Wary eyes peeked through shattered windows. Harsh, bleak darkness settled in. Dull flickering lampposts were like watchmen; silhouetted and curious.
The sound of dragging feet and bated breath caused shadows to appear. Two cloaked figures emerged in the dim light. Hushed mutterings were heard in German. There was a loud thump and the hood of a cloak fell. Soon, more cloaked figures followed.
Voices pierced the quiet town; a mixture of foreign tongues. Candles were held in hands; a haze of orange and yellow radiated in the greyness of the village. Eyes peeked out from destroyed cottages, watching with the wariness of hounds. The cloaked figures were heading towards the cornflower fields, prayers trailing in the night.
In the misty orange and yellow, a blond man carried the body of his brother. The brother was covered in blue, his silvery white hair shone in the dark.
They approached a lake, covered in cornflowers and roses. A low melody began to drift through the night; soft, slow, gentle.
The man was laid to rest; he was placed inside a small coffin with his name inscribed on it. A woman stepped forward, clad in green underneath her cloak. She took her cross off and placed it beside him.
"Goodbye…Gilbert."
She kissed his forehead before drifting back into the crowd. Ashen faces looked to the ground. Another man made way to the front, his face was pale in the dim moonlight. His glasses caught the light. He kneeled down, placing a sword on the other side of his body.
"Well, I'm sad to say that our battles will be no more…Auf Wiedersehen, Preußen."
Finally, the brother stood over the coffin that was floating in the water.
"Goodbye…"
With one last look, he cut off the rope that kept the coffin at bay. The group watched as it drifted down the stream; the first rays of sunlight shone over it.