Hello everyone... So I'm starting a new fanfic, but don't worry, my other one is NOT abandoned! I will continue it, but it's on a short hiatus because of me writing a fanfic with a friend. Also, you should totally check in out! It's a Soul Eater thingy, called two stubborn souls! Wow, I'm shameless!

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia or the characters in any way, and I do not earn money from my writing. Because let's be honest here, if I owned hetalia there would be less subtext and more of the do.

I also do not own the song used in this story.

Warnings for this chapter: Nothing too bad however, trigger warnings such as death and hinted incest, as well as alcohol are mentioned.

Prologue:

Whenever Gilbert held the bottle in his hands, the setting changed around him in a flash of pretty, and sometimes dark, colours.

How can I repay you, brother mine?

How can I expect you to forgive?

Clinging to the past, I shed our blood.

And shattered your chance to live.

Because every night he retired to the basement, memories rushed at him like a typhoon, battering at his defences like a ram. He didn't want to remember the days, no matter how beautiful the were, they still hurt much more than any gunshot, any sword plunging through his heart.

Prussia didn't know what he had done to make his brother seemingly hate him so, the little blonde boy with shiny eyes and flushed cheeks had never returned, this man didn't laugh, didn't show emotion, he couldn't return love.

He knew it was all his fault, many times he had failed to protect his brother, he broke both of them up into little pieces, and after the wall was up, it had severed their family tie, and Gilbert remained wishing to see that innocent face again, to give that boy one more high five and reassuring thumbs up.

Though I knew the laws, I payed no heed.

How can I return your wasted breath?

What I did not know has cost you dear,

For there is no cure for death.

Prussia knew, and knows, that he would so anything for West, anything. And that was what had ruined everything, he bent the rules too far, he tried too hard to impress the country by his side.

Because of him, both of them were brutally treated, kidnapped, shot, stabbed, killed. It ripped Gilbert's heart apart, for he kept on only blaming himself, his love for Ludwig, and the way he did whatever he needed to do to make his brother smile.

He couldn't bring back what he wanted now, no matter how awesome he was he could never bring back time, no matter how much he wanted to, impossible things remain impossible.

And how can I make amends?

For all that I took from you?

I led you with hopeless dreams,

My brother, I was a fool.

So Prussia tried to cover all the sorrow up in beer, an arrogant attitude and carelessness. He should have been a better brother, he should have known better. When West got scared, he'd clutch into his coat, even the child knew better than him, who laughed and waved him off, doing stupid and dangerous things to see the little proud fire in Ludwig's eyes.

Gilbert ended up in breaking down everything he had ever piled up, now he never sees that sparkle, he rarely sees the face itself. He wants to make up so bad, he wants to show his brother that he is still worth the space, that he is still a nation. He wants so many things.

What's gone is forever lost.

This is short, sorry about that DX but this will be a multi chaptered fanfic, as this is just a prologue. I really need to get did of the plot bunny I have XD.

Please comment! It'll mean a lot and will keep me writing!