Phoenix: Hello, everybody! Sorry for being so inactive!
Alucard: You're being lazy.
Phoenix: I know, but with good reason: I was writing this fic. It's basically something that stemmed from a late night Hetalia and Durarara session.
Izaya: Disclaimer: Phoenixlight13 does not own any franchise used, referenced or mentioned in her fanfiction.
Chesire: Enjoy.
Prussia staggered as he desparately tried to get up. He coughed and blood sprayed from his mouth and onto the grass.
"Heh...West sure would be upset to see me right now," the red-eyed man thought.
He had fought with America, and had lost horribly. Prussia knew he was about to die, now that he had been dissolved as a nation.
"I never got to say good-bye to everyone...heh...they'll probably only reject me, once America tells them I attempted to take his life," Prussia thought in growing pain as he collapsed onto the ground.
No one was in view for the silver-haired man. Not even his beloved bird.
"...I'm no longer Prussia now. I'm just Gilbert, the one who dared to be the best. I guess...even in death I'm not wanted..." Gilbert thought. A single tear fell from his eyes in realization. He did his best to keep his eyes open a little longer, but it was no use as a single thought entered his head.
"This wasn't what I wanted."
Izaya was surprised as he began to see red stains on the grass. He had taken a trip to the plains because he wanted to escape Shizou's wrath for one day, but he wasn't expecting bloodstains.
"I wonder if someone's in trouble," Izaya wondered as he continued his walk.
A few minutes later, he came upon a man possibly about his age with whitish-silver spiky hair and wore a blue military uniform of some sort. Blood stained the ground beneath him, and he was unconscious.
"Whoa...I'd better get him to a hospital, then," decided Izaya.
Something was pecking at Gilbert's face. Lazily, he tried to swat it, wanting to fall back into unconsciousness, but the pecking persisted. Angry, he opened his ruby-red eyes.
"WHO IS PECKING ME?" he shouted.
A tiny golden bird fluttered just in front of him, singing merrily. It was Gilbird.
It took Gilbert a minute to realize he was alive. And to top it off, he was in slightly better condition than he had been in days.
"Where am I?" the former country wondered. He was in some kind of building. It wasn't a hospital, but it had the feel of one.
Suddenly, a nearby door opened, and Gilbert tensed. Had one of his enemies pretended to be his friend just for an easy kill?
The door creaked open to reveal a young man much like Gilbert, but with dark brown, almost black, hair, dark brown eyes that looked blood red in the right light. He wore a black shirt, a brown fur coat that looked like it belonged on one of Antartica's eskimos, black pants and sneakers.
"I'm glad to see you're awake. I thought you might not have made it," the man greeted.
"Who are you?" Gilbert asked.
"My name is Izaya Orihara. Yours?" Izaya asked, walking into the room.
"...Gilbert," Gilbert responded after a moment.
"Gilbert, huh? It sounds like you come from a different country," Izaya commented.
"Yeah. I come from...from Europe," Gilbert responded.
Izaya smirked. "Listen, why don't you stay with me and my friends for a while? We could use a new guy," he offered.
"You'll let me stay?" Gilbert asked in surprise.
"Of course. We have some rooms open," Izaya informed.
Gilbert hesitated, then nodded.
"Okay."
Phoenix: End of chapter!
Izaya: Next time on Walk in the Shadows, me and Prussia play a little prank on Shizu-chan.
Phoenix: Oh, and by the way, there won't be any Shizaya in this fic. Honestly, it creeps me out how many people ship that pairing.
Meroko: See you soon!