(A/n: I wanted to write a Berlin wall fanfiction, so my sister came up with this fabulous idea. We actually wrote this in two days which is awesome. We'll try to update the 2p fanfic before posting chapter two of this though. So yeah. Anyway, enjoy and tell me what you think! Please actually give me feedback, not just 'this is good, please continue' etc... Tell me what you like about it and what I can improve on. That would help me out a lot. Okay? Okay. Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia, any of it's characters- if I did... well you don't even want to know.)

Alles wird besser werden

-Everything will get better

There was no warning the night the wall went up. The people of East Berlin awoke to sirens screaming through out their city. They immediately jumped out of bed. Why was there so many? Something terrible must have happened. Not even the darkest parts of their imagination could have prepared them for this. It was Sunday, August 13, 1961, a day the people of Berlin would remember for the rest of their lives. When a prison was built around them while they slept.

A nation that is afraid to let its people judge the truth and the falsehood in an open market is an nation that is afraid of its own people.

-John F. Kennedy

Loud noises and voices awoke Germany from a bad dream he was having. He growled slightly at being awoken and got out of bed. The noises seemed to get louder.

What in the world could they possibly be doing out there? he thought to himself.

He got ready for the day and then went outside. His blood ran cold when he saw a wall seperating his country. The wall was mostly barbed wire with armed guards standing in front of it. He shook himself off from his shock and began to slowly make his way to the wall. His eyes scanned along the wall and he spotted his elder brother talking to some of the soldiers on the other side.

He was upset and making gestures to the wall. He made a move towards it and they stopped him, pushing him back. Seeing this Germany picked up his pace and shouted,"Prussia!"

The elder German brother looked up at this and began to shout,"Vest? Vest!"

A soldier on Germany's side of the wall pressed a hand on him to keep him back,"I'm sorry sir, but you need to step away from the wall. You are not allowed past it."

"Sir, jou don't understand-zhat's my bruder. Please, just let me through-"

Prussia tried once more to get past the soldiers on his side ,"Brohas!" The Russian soldier stopped him from getting any closer to the wall.

"Hey, get out of my vay! Vest!" Prussia shoved the Russian, aggravating him.

The soldier roughly grabbed him by the arm; he began to drag him away. He struggled in his grip,"Hey! Grr! Let go of me!"

"Prussia!"Germany shouted.

The western soldier held him back slightly,"Sir-"

"NO! VEST!" he struggled in their grip and managed to land a few blows on the eastern soldiers.

"Prussia-stop fighting vith zhem!"

Of course, being himself- Prussia didn't listen to his younger brother and continued to fight with them.

The Russian grabbed his gun and used the butt of it to hit him in the head, repeatedly. After about four hits, Prussia was out cold. They dropped his limp body on the ground as though he was a filthy rag doll.

Germany's eyes widened and he pushed past his own soldier and gripped the wall,"NO! BRUDER!"

They pointed their guns at him, ready to pull the trigger. At this point Germany had tears running down his face,"NEIN! AUFHÖREN!"

"Hvatit," came a chilling voice. They relaxed and stepped away.

Germany looked for the source of the voice, not that he didn't already know who it was. Russia walked up to Prussia's limp body on the ground; his face was visible to Germany.

"Enough. I think he has learned his lesson, da. If not then I will teach him lesson, da." he said with his creepy child-like smile on his face. Russia bent over and threw him over his shoulder.

Germany watched in horror as he carried his elder brother away. He couldn't decide what was worse: helplessly watching his brother die, or helplessly watching his brother being taken away to a life of torture worse than anything he coud ever imagine.

"Sir? Sir, I'm sorry but-"the soldier's voice brought him out of his thoughts.

Germany let go of the wall and put his back to it. He cleared his throat. He ran his hands through his hair and kept his head high, not looking at the man he said,"I apologize. I'll be on my vay. Jou should not expect to see me here again." The man was left speechless as he watched Germany walk away as though nothing had happened.

Although, to be truthful, it was taking him everything he had for him not to start crying again.

It had roughly been two years since Germany had last seen his brother, Prussia. He was currently walking along the wall thinking about the event that had happened when the wall had first been put up.

He didn't really know how to feel about this whole situation. Well, he didn't really understand his feelings entirely about this situation. It's not that he wasn't sad or upset, it's just that he never really had any friends growing up and emotions was just something he couldn't completely comprehend.

He sighed and looked at the wall. To make matters worse he was even missing Italy on top of all of this wall stuff. They couldn't see one another because of the damn allies and the war had ended. It was their fault that he was separated from his brother as well.

He paused and stared at the wall, anger beginning to rise. He just sighed. Whatever he did, no matter how angry he got, he couldn't do a single damn thing because he had lost the damn war-

"Vest."came a voice.

"Prussia,"he looked around for the sound of the voice but he shook his head. "Nein-it can't be Prussia. I've had a long day und it's causing me to hear zhings." He began to walk again.

"Veessssssssssst."

"Vhat?" He looked around once more for the source of the voice. "I must be losing my mind,"he muttered.

A pebble hit him out of no where and he began to look more frantically around.

"Pst, Vest! Over here!"

Germany looked up to see Prussia on top of the wall,"Prussia! Vhat are jou doing here!?"

Prussia grinned,"Don't vorry brohas. I'm going to break through zhis vall vith mein awesomness!"

"Get down from zhere jou dummkoft!"

"Kesese-"Prussia fell off the wall, scrapping himself on the barbed wire along the way.

"Prussia!"

"I'm...okay..."

Germany took a step forward in concern of his brother and felt something crinkle underneath his boot. He took a step back and bent over to pick up a piece of paper. He unfolded it and read:

Dear West,

Don't worry, I'm totally fine. I can handle this weak Russia guy perfectly fine on my own. There's nothing the Great Prussia can't handle. Anyways, I figured out the patterns of the spotlights they have on at night and Russia told those jerky security guys not to worry about me and that if I did do something 'bad' that he would take care of it himself...-SO meet me by that old geezer's bakery down the street from your house tonight sometime around midnight. Don't tell anybody and be secretive about it, okay? And you probably should burn this letter as well.

From Yours Truely,

Prussia

P.S. I AM AWESOME!

He looked up from the letter to discover that his brother had left in the time that he had been reading the letter. He looked around to see if anyone had seen the interaction. The street was almost entirely empty, with him being the only on one it. He pocketed the letter and began to make his way home.

When he got there he, he got rid of the letter so that no one could read it. Now all he could do was not fall asleep, and wait for midnight to come so he could talk to his brother once again.