A\N: There isn't enough Germancest!Mpreg out there and this sucks but I had to do something, sorry UU!

Story-Lines: they are 2!
-First; this one! Ludwig, Gilbert and Louise after the Second World War, during the Cold War, the Wall etc. etc.

-Second: It talks about what happened before the end of the Second War. It starts during the German Unification, where we have the start of Ludwig and Gilbert relationship... and it will start with the second chapter!

Something else: there is Germancest and Mpreg but you already know it, I think! We have a very very dangerous one-side Ivan x Gilbert (you know what I'm talking about).

Have a good reading!

[Six Years Without You]

"Well… did you choose the names?"

"Gilbert…"

"Oh, this is an very awesome name, West!"

"I don't want to choose them alone!"

"You don't! I want just to know what you've chosen, if they don't sound awesome we'll talk about names another day!"

"Well… I was thinking about Maximilian or Friedrich for a boy!"

"Oh! They're both very awesome but Friedrich is more awesome!"

"And Elisabeth or…"

"Nein! We're already a sort of Elisabeth in Europe and it's enough for me!"

"…or Louise for a baby girl."

"Louise?"

"Ja, Louise."

"Louise… Louise Beilschmidt… Ja! It sounds awesome!"

[Berlin, 1945]

Ludwig leaned back against the cold and dirty wall and pinched the bridge of his nose, his head aching from too much thinking so late at night. Francis had told him not to stress himself so much and just go to bed, they needed him to be lucid, but Ludwig knew it wouldn't help him at all. He just couldn't get any sleep when he knew that there was his family out there, somewhere in that destroyed nation or, worse, somewhere in the city that was still burning.

He was going to turn crazy, he was sure about it, he threw his head back against the wall but it didn't hurt enough! He deserved something else, he deserved to be tortured until the end of his miserable life and if Gilbert and their child weren't safe, he would had accepted it with relief. Yes, relief! Because if he couldn't die only the endless physical pain would have been able to make him tolerate the simple idea of being alive.

He held his knees against his chest hiding his face against them, "Gilbert…" He called desperately, almost sobbed, "please, Gilbert, be alive! Gott, bitte! Bitte, let him live! Not for me, I know I don't deserve him… them anymore! But for my child! She doesn't deserve to suffer, bitte!"

"For God's sake!" Someone exclaimed annoyed outside of his cell, "stop to babble, Ludwig! No one is going to hear you besides me! And I trying to sleep a little!" It was Arthur's voice. Ludwig had forgotten that they, the allies, used to supervise him every night. "You were here yesterday, too…" The German murmured and the Brit snorted, "I know better than you and I very pissed off so shut up or I will come inside and I will kick your ass!" He shouted growling something else that the German couldn't understand, "go to sleep, we need you to be healthy and alive a little longer!"

"Why don't you just torture me and execute me?" Ludwig asked desperately, "Other nations before me have died, why don't you try to kill me?"

"I'm going to satisfy you if you don't shut the hell up!"

"You will inform me when you will find my brother and my daughter, right? You won't keep it secret to punish me, right?"

"Believe me, bastard! I will do everything to make you stop to annoy me here and now!"

"I can't help myself, I'm sorry…"

"Don't try to act like a good child, Ludwig! If Gilbert isn't with you right now it's because he has a lot of good reasons and you know them better than me! I hope to know that they are too far away to be taken back!"

"I just want to know that they are alive and together, I don't need anything else…" Ludwig murmured looking up at his only, little window: he couldn't see the stars. He hoped that where Gilbert and their child were right now, Louise was able to see the stars because if she was looking up at them it was because she was thinking about his father. Ludwig smiled sadly: he had thought about that stupid game at the start of the Great War when he had begun to stay away from home for weeks and weeks and his baby girl had begun to have tantrums because of it. "You have probably forgotten about it…" Ludwig muttered sadly closing his eyes to see the image of Gilbert with their beloved child. It was his treasure, his family and he had abandoned it and destroyed it with his owns hands. "I deserve neither the death…"

Ludwig didn't know when he had fallen asleep but he didn't feel better when a desperate voice began to scream inside his cell. "Don't you dare! Don't you dare to touch her, you fucking bastard! Stay away from my daughter!"

Ludwig moved into a sitting position so quickly that his neck hurt: Gilbert was hitting his fists against the cell's reinforced door screaming loudly to someone outside. He was talking arrogantly like always but when no one answered he stop to hit the door falling on his knees like an empty doll.

"I beg you…" His voice was changed completely, "Ivan, I beg you! Don't touch my child! Make me what you want but don't hurt my child!" He sobbed violently and his shoulders began to tremble violently. He was crying. "Not my child! Not my… child…"

Ludwig widened his eyes leaving the bed to kneel next to the older German, "Gilbert!" He called wrapping his arms around his lover's shaking body, "Gilbert, I'm here! I'm here!" He repeated stroking the albino's back, he rested his face between his white hair inhaling his lover's scent. "Gilbert…"

He smiled down at his brother and lover but his happiness died immediately when he saw Gilbert push him away with both his hands. "Don't touch me…" He muttered at first, "don't touch me!" The albino screamed the second time making the younger one fall on the hard pavement.

Ludwig stared up slowly meeting Gilbert's red eyes, they were burning with anger while the tears streamed down his cheeks silently. He was paler than he used to be, he was tiny, he was dirty with mud and blood, his temple was injured but the cut didn't look so serious. "Gilbert…" Ludwig tried again holding out his right hand. "Shut the hell up!" Gilbert shouted back pressing his back against the door, "I don't want to hear a word from you!"

"Gilbert…" Ludwig crawled next to him trying to touch his face but Gilbert pushed his hand away holding his knees against his chest, "what have you done?" He sobbed hiding his face in his hands, "what have you done?"

"Gilbert…"

"Ivan Braginski has our daughter!" Gilbert shouted back sobbing violently again. Ludwig widened his eyes rethinking about Gilbert previous words and he stopped to breath for a while, he opened his mouth babbling some nonsense but he couldn't help but stand up hitting his fists against the door like his lover before him.

"Francis!" He called loudly, "Arthur! Arthur! Alfred?" He continued to call. Where the hell were everyone? "Arthur! Francis!" The Brit and the French men could still help them, they were two allies, they were enemies, but they had been parents before Gilbert and him! They would have never hurt a child, Ludwig was sure about that! "Arthur!"

"What the hell, Ludwig!" The Brit shouted and Ludwig closed his eyes sighing in relief. "Arthur! Ivan has brought Gilbert here! He has my daughter, please!" Arthur tried to open the cell's door and Ludwig pulled Gilbert up to not make it hit his lover. The albino didn't have the strength to push his younger brother away again so he just pressed a hand against his eyes without stopping to cry.

The Brit stepped inside the cell followed by his French lover, "Gilbert?" Francis asked coming closer to his old friend. Arthur widened his eyes, staring at the albino in front of me, "Ivan! You bastard!" He shouted turning around and running away.

"My child…" Gilbert called desperately again, "my child is with that monster!"

"Shhh… Come on, Gilbert! Sit down!" Francis pushed his old friend toward the bed making him sit, Ludwig pressed his shoulder against the nearest wall tiredly trying to restrain the painful feeling that was shattering his soul. Why did he fall asleep? Why didn't he hear Ivan's men take Gilbert inside that cell? Why wasn't he lucid to fight that Russian monster to save his daughter? His Louise… Where was his baby girl? Was she crying? Was she calling out for her Mama and Papa? What the hell did Ivan Braginski want from her?

Ludwig pressed his forehead against the cold wall hiding his face from Gilbert and Francis, he bit his lower lip trying to not sob too loudly, "Louise… Louise…"

Louise Beilschmidt wasn't crying at all.

She was staring up at the tall blond man in front of her with an expression that was the spitting image of Ludwig's one. Ivan tilted his head smiling sweetly, "you're an adorable little doll, you know?" He asked. Louise lifted her blue eyes but she didn't answer stubbornly.

She was dressed up like a boy with short trousers and a dirty shirt, her blond hair used to be long but now her golden locks were very short. She was six, she could look like a boy, yet. But she was a little too angelic to be unnoticed. Louise was beautiful as a baby girl and she continued to be beautiful as a baby boy, as well.

It was impressive how much she looked like Ludwig in that way! Ivan remembered that baby boy very well, that little innocent face… no one would have said that he would have turned into the strong man he was now. But Louise… Louise… Ivan decided to not hurt her because he was very curious to see the woman that she could become a day…

"You don't look like Gilbert so much…" Ivan didn't like it but he couldn't deny that Louise was a real piece of Aryan art, "you aren't a talkative person right, little one? Ludwig has to be very proud of you, every father in the world dream to have a daughter so much similar to them."

Louise continued to stare at him without answering, she didn't even move on her seat or anything else. She looked calm, she wasn't afraid, she was annoyed instead. "Where is Mama?" She asked after a while. Ivan blinked two times and then he smiled, "don't you want to talk with me for a while?"

"No, sir."

"So honest…" Ivan laughed briefly, "I will take you to your Mama and Papa if you talk with me for a while, okay?"

Louise suddenly stopped to be so stubborn: her blue eyes widened while she stared up at the Russian man. "Do you know where my Papa is?" She asked hopefully and Ivan smiled triumphal, "sure, little one, he is with your Mama right now."

"Bitte!" The girl stood up coming closer to the adult, "bitte, I miss my Papa, bitte!"

"When did you see your Papa the last time?" He asked curiously. "I don't know…" Louise muttered nervously, she had been very composed until now but she was only a child, after all. "Papa always says to me that if I look up at the stars every night when he is far away, he will come back sooner. But he didn't come back to me and Mama since that trip in Poland six years ago!"

Ivan lifted his eyebrows confused. "You're talking about the invasion of Poland, right? I was with your Papa and he has come back home after the last battle, hasn't he?"

Louise stared up at him silently for a while and then her expression darkened a little. "He wasn't my Papa."

Right in that moment, the British ally stormed inside the dark room sighing in relief when he saw the child safe and sound right in front of Ivan. "Arthur!" The Russian said friendly forcing a smile, "the gentlemen don't knock on the door anymore?"

Arthur gave him a venomous gaze and then he looked down at the little girl, "hi…" He said gently forcing a smile, "I'm Arthur, you can't remember me but I know you, Louise. You look like your Daddy so much!"

The child looked at him confused, "do you know my Papa, too?"

"Papa… Okay, we'll call him Papa. Yes! I know him and your Mama, little one."

"Where are they, now?"

"Do you want to see them?"

Louise smiled brightly: this mister was better than the taller one with the big nose. "Ja! Bitte, ja!" She exclaimed coming closer to the Brit quickly and Ivan made a face. Arthur held out his right hand and the girl grabbed it immediately, "I will take you to them…" He looked up at Ivan one more time, "we'll talk later…"

"Sure…" Ivan muttered.

Ludwig didn't know how much time passed but it looked like a century to him, Gilbert continued to sob and Francis continued to talk with him trying to calm him down. Ludwig hated it! Gilbert was his brother, his lover, his child's mother! He has to be the one to take care of him, right now!

Gilbert looked so fragile and it scared Ludwig so much… no one knew, but Gilbert used to be the stronger one between them, the cheerful one, the one that made him feel better even when all around there was only bad things. Ludwig was stubborn and responsible when Gilbert was impulsive and childish but…

Ludwig wasn't able to stand up alone after a fall, Gilbert was.

So it was so terrible looking at his proud black eagle without being able to help him, but it was not about a war this time. It was about their only child!

The door opened and Ludwig's heart stopped when he saw that blond angel step inside the room smiling brightly. "Mama! Papa!" Ludwig saw Gilbert hold his breath too until the little girl reached him holding her little arms out. Gilbert lifted her up quickly holding her against his chest with all the strength in his arms. "Ouch! Mama too tight!" Luoise said and Gilbert laughed weakly pushing his child slightly to look at her face. "Sorry!" he exclaimed taking that little face in his hands and kissing her forehead, "sorry, love, I'm sorry!" He placed a kiss on her cheeks and on her nose and then he held his baby girl close to him again crying with joy, "love, my little awesome love…"

Ludwig had stayed still against the wall like he was frozen staring down at the two most important things in his life looking for the courage to walk closer and touch them, hold them in his arms protecting them from the entire world if it was necessary. "Ludwig…" Arthur was handing something to him, the German looked down: it was a blanket, "the child doesn't have to catch a cold. Tomorrow we will find a better place for you and your family."

Ludwig took the blanket smiling briefly to the Brit and the French, "thank you," he said sincerely, "seriously, thank you very much…"

Arthur shrugged, "if it depended on me, you were already shoot in the head but a child doesn't have to pay because her father is a monster, it's not her fault and we're not like your old black friends!"

"Thank you…" Ludwig repeated again ignoring Arthur's cold voice. The Brit turned around and left, Francis smiled down at his old friend and his daughter one last time and then he followed his lover closing the cell's door.

Gilbert was still kissing and hugging their child while Ludwig walked closer to place the blanket on his girl's little shoulders. Gilbert wrapped it around the little one's body and Ludwig knelt on the pavement in front of them stroking his child's back slowly.

Louise turned around looking down at him and her blue eyes shone, "Papa! Papa!" She held out his right hand towards him and Ludwig couldn't help but stand up taking her in his arms. "You're back, Papa…" She muttered against his shoulder wrapping her little arms around his neck, Ludwig placed his nose between her hair closing his eyes. He could feel that little heart beat against his chest and he found again that gorgeous feeling followed by that gorgeous thought: if that little heart could beat it was thanks to him, too. "I'm here!" He said smiling, "Papa is here!"

His blue eyes met Gilbert's red ones, Ludwig held his daughter with only a hand reaching out with the other one to touch his brother's face. He brushed his fingertips against the pale cheek, Gilbert didn't move away, he didn't react, he just continued to stare up at him but he didn't push his little brother away.

Ludwig sighed deeply, it was better than nothing.

Gilbert rested his back against that sort of pillow on the bed looking at his child with a sweet smile on his face: Louise was cuddled against her father's chest while Ludwig caressed her short blond locks, "why did you cut her hair?" Ludwig asked and Gilbert turned serious again, "they were looking for a girl with long blond hair with an albino man, I couldn't change my aspect but I've tried to hide her in a way or another."

"Don't you like me with short hair?" Louise asked looking up at his father, Ludwig smiled placing a kiss on her forehead, "you will always be the most beautiful girl in the world for me, Louise," he said and Gilbert smiled again, "and my beautiful baby girl have to sleep, now."

Louise pouted hiding her face against his father's chest, "Papa!" She was completely Gilbert's daughter when she acted like this. "We'll sleep together like we used to do years ago," Gilbert added smiling down at his child and Louise stared up at him immediately, "don't you want to sleep between Mama and Papa?" Louise giggled happily crawling next to her mother laying down. Gilbert kissed her cheek wrapping an arm around her little body safely, Ludwig looked at them for while helping Gilbert to wrap the blanket around their child and himself, "I will sleep on the pavement, it's not a problem…"

"West…" Gilbert called softly looking up at him, "your daughter needs you, don't run away, please."

Ludwig stared down at him for a while, and you? What do you need, Gilbert? Do you need me? He decided to stay silent crawling next to them slowly and placing a hand on his little girl's chest protectively. Louise smiled up at him cuddling herself between her parents bodies, she closed her eyes slowly sighing deeply while Gilbert began to play with her hair. Ludwig beamed watching them, he didn't remember the last time he had been with his family like this, but it was so beautiful right now.

Gilbert leaned down to kiss the child's temple and his hand touched involuntary Ludwig's one, they looked at each other automatically waiting for the other to do or say something. Ludwig moved his fingers wrapping them around the smaller hand, Gilbert didn't push him away continuing to stare at his little brother's face. Ludwig took that hand to his lips, he kissed the palm and every single fingertips sweetly and then he looked up trying to restrain the tears, "forgive me."

Gilbert held his breath biting his lower lip, he didn't answer, he moved closer to touch Ludwig's forehead with his own, "I've waited… We've waited for you for six years!"

Ludwig closed eyes, "I will pay for everything, I wantto pay for everything I've done but, please… please, Gilbert, don't run away another time."

"I had to run away!"

"I know, I'm sorry, you've done what was right to do. You've protected our child…"

"It's our child, now?" Gilbert asked coldly and Ludwig squeezed his hand, "I love her…" he muttered looking down at the sleeping girl. "It didn't look so true during Stalingrad!" Gilbert replied. "I love her!" Ludwig repeated firmly and Gilbert closed his eyes sighing deeply, "I know…" He murmured placing a kiss between Louise's hair, "I've always known that, you've fallen in love with her when she was just a little thing inside me. I've spent six years thinking about that Ludwig, the Ludwig that didn't let me make two steps because I couldn't stress myself, the Ludwig that wanted to touch my belly but he was too shy to do it by himself, the Ludwig that waited for me to fall asleep to talk with the baby inside me, because he was too stubborn to do it in front of me. I've looked for that Ludwig every time I've looked at you during the latest six years and when I couldn't find him it hurt, it hurt because they have taken you away from me right before my eyes and I could do nothing to protect you!"

"Shhh…" Ludwig kissed his brother's forehead, "I'm here, it fixes nothing but…"

"And where will you be when I'll wake up?"

Ludwig smiled briefly, "I'll be right here, next to you and our daughter right where I had to be no matter what, where I'll be forever because it's the place I belong to…"

Gilbert closed his eyes tiredly resting his forehead against the younger German's shoulder, "good night, West."

"Good night, Gilbert."

Their fingers were still laced together over their sleeping child's little heart.