This is once again another one-shot. well sort of. I guess it's a three shot? Idk... there's three chaptyers though. 1st one in Gilbert's side, then is Matthew's and then is both of them. Kinda angsty/comfort/hurt? I think it's pretty good. 8D HOPE YOU LIKE IT TWO~
A little cute X-mas fluffiness~
DISCLAIMER I DON'T OWN AXIS POWERS HETALIA. If I did, well I wont go there. Lulz
It was that time of the year. The most wonderful time of the year.
Tch, as if. That's what they all said.
But to Gilbert Weillschmedt this was anything but true. He HATED this time of the year, he despised it with every fiber of his being.
Course this hadn't always been this way, no at one time the silverette had enjoyed these wonderful times of the year. Spending it and getting drunk off his mind. He remembered the time when he looked forward to such occasions. Spending it with either is brother Ludwig, or with his friends, Francis Bonnefoy and Antonio Carriedo. Those times had forever since long gone.
It was different now.
Gilbert Weillschmedt was alone.
And he BATED it.
Ever since he, the EX-great Prussian Empire had fallen, he had been forgotten. He didn't exist to anyone anymore. Ludwig would try to invite Gilbert over, but that was out of pity. Gilbert didn't want pity. He wanted the god forsaken feeling to go away. He wanted to be the powerful empire Old Man Fritz had helped him become. He wanted to be remembered for what he once was, not remembered for being the pitiful nothingness he was now.
He always ended up drunk of his mind, but it wasn't what he wanted, he would go into a lapse of despair. Not enjoying it at all anymore. How he wished sometimes he could die. However, he was East Germany now. He did have SOME job, but just like the loneliness. He HATED it. He wanted it to go away forever, never return again.
He almost missed the time he spent with Ivan Braginski, at least he wasn't alone… Sure it hurt, horribly and he HATED it, though looking back now, at least he wasn't alone. He had the company of Ivan's 'friends' Ravis, Edward, and Toris, the showed him kindness. Even when Ivan didn't want them to, specially during the holidays when he wanted Gilbert to suffer the most, the three of them had shown him kindness. Kindness that has now been long forgotten.
How could anyone deal with this?!
It was impossible?!
Horrible!
How could anyone deal with this? It was so… so lonely.. No one should ever have to go through it. Though, Gilbert hadn't known many who needed to go through this… Heck, he really didn't know anyone! I mean, most probably gave up the first few months… Gilbert kept holding on, not by much, but he could hope, he wanted to hope that there would be a way, someone or something could save him from all this. He wasn't sure if it was possible, but a small silver lining was all he could hold onto at the moment.
Gilbert let out a long sigh, his breath was visible in the late night freezing cold air. He wasn't sure why the heck he decided to walk outside, specialy on Christmas eve, and especially on such a freezing cold night.
Maybe this is what they called insanity?
Who knows? Gilbert didn't and he'd really not think to much about ti.
Not now at least.
He continued walking silently, not many people where out at the moment. Only a few couples, and the occasional drunk. No one else. Gilbert sighed, for once at this time of the year he didn't feel like being drunk, big shock there if you where this Prussian.
He wasn't really sure where he was heading at the moment, maybe to a place far, far away? Somewhere lose? He had lost track of how far he had come from his and Ludwig's home. Quiet frankly he didn't honestly care. As long as he was away it didn't matter as much to him.
Away from it all.
Away from everything he HATED.
Maybe hw wouldn't return.
Gilbert let out a dark laugh at that thought. His laughter disappeared just as quickly as it had come. He stopped in his tracks, a calm look spread across his face. He was at the park. It didn't have a real memorable meaning to him, or anyone he knew at least. Ludwig and his boyfriend Feliciano Varges would often walk through here on their little walks, but that didn't mean anything, not to him at least. It was just.. So nice at the moment.
Everything was lit up, multicolored and plain white lights lit up many of the tress, the lights where complimented by the fresh snow from earlier that evening. It was honestly a white Christmas. To bad it meant nothing to Gilbert, it only made him hate it more. His empty crimson colored eyes narrowed in disgust. Why had he come here?!
It made him so sick.
He didn't want to be here.
He HATED it.
Finally he just trudged on, walking deeper into the park. He didn't know why he continued walking, but for now he would let his feet lead him to wherever. He found himself in the center of the park. Ir wasn't much, a large simple fountain in the middle, a bunch of concrete made benches all around it. The fountain was running surprisingly, it was lit up with white lights. Gilbert felt himself un-tense. His hatred, it was succeeding for now…
His HATED this holiday.