Once upon a time, a long time ago, there were two brothers divided by a wall. Neither one could cross it, and neither one could see through it.
The elder brother was known as Gilbert, and the younger was named Ludwig. Once they had owned land that they shared- the countries of Prussia and Germany. They had been separated after a long and hard fight with a much stronger foe, a country named Russia. Gilbert had surrendered himself and his land on the condition that Germany wasn't harmed. Russia's owner, Ivan, had agreed, and put up a wall to separate the two.
Every day, Gilbert and Ludwig would sit against the wall for hours, tossing notes over the wall, or sometimes simply yelling. Conditions in Russia were extremely poor, and Gilbert was suffering, but he never let his little brother know.
A long time passed, and although Ludwig tried, he couldn't rescue his brother. Gilbert grew ill, and began to be unable to even manage throwing a piece of paper over the wall. Ludwig worried about his welfare, especially when their conversations became shorter and shorter, until one day Gilbert just didn't show up. Ludwig waited for weeks, not moving from his spot on the wall, and eventually Gilbert spoke to him.
"Ludwig," the faint voice called, "I'm sorry."
"Gilbert, is that you?" He yelled back. "Don't be sorry, you have nothing to be sorry for! I'll come and get you, just wait!"
"I'm so sorry, little brother," it repeated, and then there was silence. Ludwig screamed for hours, telling his older brother how much he loved him and how grateful he was, but there was never any response.
Shortly after that, Russia's reign grew harsher, wiping out all traces of what had used to be the country of Prussia- their flags were burned, their citizens slaughtered- until nothing remained of Gilbert's land. The country of Germany launched a final attack, along with the help of Austria and Hungary- who were led by Gilbert's close friends Elizabeta and Roderich- and defeated Russia.
But they were too late. Gilbert had vanished into the wind, and Prussia was forever ruined. Hungary and Austria, over time, let the memory of the country fade from their minds, and slowly the world forgot the country of Prussia.
Ludwig didn't. Some years later, the country of Germany erected a monumental gravesite. He filled the grave with Gilbert's childhood toys, clothes, and favorite things, along with the notes the two had passed over the years.
Every year on Gilbert's birthday, he went to visit the grave. Most years, when he got there, there was a bouquet of sunflowers, but he could never find out who left them. Deep in his heart, he was sure he didn't want to know.
---AxM---
OMAKE:
"Ludwig," Ivan called, noticing the other nation attempting to leave the world meeting quickly. The German tensed, and then sighed. His boss had been telling him to promote better relations with Russia, much to Ludwig's disdain.
"What do you want?" He snapped at the taller man. "Make it fast. I've got somewhere to be."
"I just wanted you to know that, although I own the land, I don't control any political decisions." Ivan announced, gathering up his papers. "I was against my ruler's decision to capture Prussia. It appeared to be a very pathetic decision." The Russian searched Ludwig's eyes for a minute, then appeared satisfied, and swept out of the conference room.
"Sonofabitch," Ludwig whispered, "Ivan likes sunflowers."
---AxM---
A/N: I know that a lot of the history is incorrect, but I just kind of wanted to write this... I got inspired by the video 'Draw With Me' on Youtube. I highly recommend it, it's amazing and touching. I adore the art, especially. /is a shameless plug whore
