This is historically accurate...if you don't want to listen (or read) about the truth then skip on ahead; this is just a fanfiction that takes Hetalia's serious side.
The blood, although there was very little from the tiny wound, it was all Gilbert, the personification of Prussia, could see. The sword wound that hi friend (ex-friend he thought bitterly) had put into his little brother was straight through the heart and the blood was slowly leaving him from both sides. It was making all the more painful for everyone there.
For France-he hated seeing the little guy that he had grew up with slowly die from a wound by him and since he was the country of love...well he couldn't bear that thought. For Prussia-his little brother the one whom was his best friend in his family that hated him and his little girlfriend waiting for him back at Austria's he wouldn't have the heart to say anything to her since as his Bruder died so did that same heart of his. Finally for the star of this drama-Hartwig, or better yet known as Holy Roman Empire-he didn't like the look on either of his Bruders faces...but what he especially did not like was the fact that he would never see Chibitalia again or give her her push broom back like he had promised he would.
He kept trying to call his bruder Prussia or his bruder France(he was his bruder even though he was the one who did this to him) and have them tell Chibitalia that he loved her or to try and have them get her there before he died. Alas his cries fell on deaf ears as the same ears were trying to accept the fact of him dissolving. The fighting of their countries men were still going on but they were on not they were frozen in shock.
Hartwigs cries finally reached Gilberts ears and he leaned closer to his bruder to hear them better so that he could tell them correctly when the time came. Gilbert softly smiled as he heard what Hartwig wanted him to say-he even made a pinkie promise-inwardly wincing at how weak his strong little bruders grasp was-meaning that he was serious.
When his eyes finally closed with a soft smile that his last wishes would be fulfilled-Gilbert laid him down gently as he slowly started to become transparent and turn into the fine Earth that he came from.
Just as his last grain flew away you could hear the cries of the French all around as the Holy Roman Empire was defeated...but for the real nation he did not like the celebration, it tasted like bittersweet wine to him.
That is part one and the last two parts shall be coming soon! (I hope)
So this is for you my lovelies! All my fanfics have been very dark with at least a couple characters suffering lately….wonder why? OH well! Flames are just the right amount of temperature for s'mores! And I love me some s'mores.