STILL DEPRESSED. *sigh* Hope you enjoy...
Prussia: She doesnt own Hetalia,
~Don't Say Your Good Bye's, You Know It's Better That Way~
Loud desperate cries rang across the battle field, gunshots could be heard, bright arcs of blood flew through the air. But Germany was only focused on the pale body that lay in his arms.
Prussia.
His dear older Bruder.
The blood was slowly beginning to soak Ludwig's uniform as well, but the blonde couldnt care less. All his attention was turned towards the weakening albino, whose scarlett eyes matched the blood all around them.
"Please bruder, dont go! I need you here, bruder, please dont go!" Germany's blue eyes mercilessly spilled tears, but he didnt care. He only cared about one thing in the world, one person, and that person was lying in his arms, dying slowly.
Dying ever so slowly.
"Hey, West, remember that damn Berlin wall? When we thought we had lost each other? But we didnt?" Ludwig had quieted when he heard the hoarse voice of his brother. The personification of Germany only nodded, nearly beyond words at this point. This strong Nation, so feared by many, one of the greatest in the world, lay broken and bleeding in his arms. No, not possible.
Not the Nation he had watched from afar, not the strong Nation he had always wanted to grow up like, so big and powerful. Not the Nation he had strived to impress, to be like, to catch the attention and pride of.
No, this begining-to-grow-cold person couldnt be Prussia.
But it was. His older bruder he had so loved was dying.
And he couldnt do anything about it.
"West, bruder, please dont cry. Please, please, please." Gilbert was now whispering, the power to speak leaving him like the endless river of blood from his chest.
"I know it hurts, brother, but please, dont cry. You'll be fine." Ludwig closed his eyes and shook his head but immediatly re-opened them. He wanted to memorize his bruder's face in his last few moments.
"I'm so sorry for not being a better older bruder, Ludwig." Prussia's eyes were beginning to glaze over.
"No, dont leave me! Please Onii-chan, i'll do anything, but please dont go." Germany sobbed even harder. His older bruder couldnt be leaving him! He couldnt be going!
"Ha... I thought you'd... never call... me that..." Prussia struggled to get those words out. But he had to say something, something he had never said before.
"Nein! I wont let you go!"
"Germany, bruder... please listen..." Ludwig looked into the crimson eyes, suddenly frightened, not unlike a small child.
"Ich liebe dich... bruder..." Prussia, Gilbert Beilshmidt's, unique red eyes slowly slid shut.
Never to open again.
"Ich liebe dich too, bruder." But Germany was too late. Prussia was gone.
Forever.
"Where are you, bruder?! Where have you gone?"
But Prussia had gone to a place where he couldn't hear Germany.
~(A/N)~
Yes. I am horrible. Anything else you'd like to add?
Germany: *hugs bruder* i'm glad you didnt actually die!
Me: I could arrange that! *threateningly raises knife*
Prussia: We're okay! *says hastily*
Me: Sorry if Germnay was a little OOC.
And sorry if i made you cry.