Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia or characters. (If I did there would be a ton of yaoi)
Warrning: not for kiddies. If you are a kiddie I would advise you to turn back before you are scarred for life. Contains Violence, language, and yaoi in later chapters (and also possibly character death) Well, here it is: my first fanfiction. Plz don't hate me if it sucks I really did try. I apologize in advance if: you are annoyed by my lack of mental power and gramar issues, I make Ludwig look like a wuss (really sorry), and if you hated this peice and I have wasted your time. *clears throat* enjoy! ^_^
"Dude that hurts man stop!" Alfred whined struggling to free himself from Ivan's iron grip on his arm. The russian gritted his teeth in annoyance yanking the blonds arm back to rest on the chair. "Gottverdamt Alfred! Hold still and stop being a pussy!" Ludwig hissed glaring at the blond. "But it hurts! You don't know how much it hurts!" the american protested, squirming. "Do you want to get infected?" the german growled. The american stopped moving but another sound of pain ecaped his throat as his arm was stitched. "And I do know. It doesn't hurt that bad. Your just being a pussy." Ludwig added as he continued stitching the wound.
"Those damn bastards..." Alfred began but quickly trailed off catching Ivan's glare. "There your done." said Ivan realeasing his grip on the american's arm. Alfred automatically started rubbing his sore arm where he was held. "How the hell did they get so strong? Theres so many now too. It seems everyones against us. But none of them can beat the hero!" Alfred began puffing his chest out in pride before Ivan elbowed him harshly in the ribs. "Hey what was that for?" He bagan, stopping to follow Ivan's gaze. Ludwig was putting the medical supplies away moving quickly. He gritt his teeth trying to block the americans words.
His vision was begining to blur. Feeling eyes on him he turned around to look at the others. "Im going to bed." he said aubruptly, no emotion in his voice, turning to leave. He left up the stairs leaving the two confused. Ivan had never seen the german man cry. Worried Ivan climbed up the stairs after him. He found Ludwig in the hallway leaning against his bedroom door running his hand through his hair. Seeing the russian he quickly stood up straight trying to wipe his tears. "Ludwig are, are you ok?" Ivan began shuffling his feet staring at the ground. Ludwig grabbed the doornkob uncomfortably shifting.
"Im fine." he said turning to leave, Ivan grabbed his shoulder. He turned back looking up at the russian's peircing violet eyes. "Ludwig" Ivan began a little gruffly "we'll get him back. I-I promise. W-" "How can you promise that? You can't! They're not coming back. They're as good as dead. I won't ever be able to see Gilbert again! Mein bruder..." the blond inturrupted hating the way tears flowed down his cheeks. He hated showing weakness in front of the larger man, but he hated himself even more for yelling at the russian who was trying to comfort him. He looked down guiltilly. Ivan stared at the german in front of him trying to find somthing to say.
He hated seeing tears split from his pale blue eyes. His eyes were usually so beautifull; deep sky blue that he thought would match the sky perfectly where his sunflowers grew. He couldn't do anything to comfort him. His brother was gone, captured by the enemy. The russian suddenly threw his arms over the german in a tight embrace. The blond accepted, wrapping his own arms around Ivan's neck, his energy too drained to fight it. He began to sink to his knees but Ivan held him tightly. "My bruder, he-hes g-gone." Ludwig sobbed into Ivan's shoulder.
"We'll find a way to get him back, I promise." Ivan whispered affectionatly running his fingers through the younger's blond hair. " I promise, my sunflower." "Sunflower?" Ludwig asked looking up at the russian, giving a weak smile. "Your hair, it reminds me of the petals, and your eyes, they look like the sky." replied the russian softly sounding far off, resting his chin on Ludwig's head. Ludwig felt his cheeks turn red, but he didn't care. All time seemed to slow as if they were the only ones in the world. He wanted to stay like this; held firmly in the comforting arms of the tall russian. To be frozen like statues...
Finally Ivan gently broke the embrace meeting Ludwig's eyes. They were so pale now, almost grey. The war had taken it's toll on the german. He was always so tired and stressed lately. He wouldn't even eat. It worried the russian to see him like this. Ivan always noticed that while around his older brother Ludwig would try not to look so stressed. No matter how much pain he was in he refused to show his hated the way Ludwig was falling apart at the seams and Gilbert never even noticed. Gilbert was gone; the russian never liked him but Ludwig always lit up around him. Gilbert kept Ludwig going. Ludwig kept Ivan going. That meant they had to get Gilbert back.