Author's Notes

Okay, so this is a fanfic based of a roleplay I am doing with a Prussia on Facebook. It's really good. Trust me. Just let me warn you that human names are used, and there is a lot of German in this first chapter. Translations will be found at the bottom of the chapter.

THIS IS FOR YOU, MEIN FREUND~! 3


Even If Saving You Sends Me to Heaven

Alfred x Gilbert

I remember everything. Clear as a bell. It almost feels like it was years ago, though I know it's much closer.

I had been walking around town, bored out of my mind. It was kind of nice out, other than the looming clouds that threatened to cry their cold little tears out. Then again, it had been like that for days and not a single drop fell from the sky.

Suddenly, a certain ex-nation ran up to me and used me as a hiding place. "Hey, Alfred," he said quickly, peeking over my shoulder.

I looked back at him, confused. "Uh… Hey, Gilbert… What exactly are you doing?" It was a good question. It's not every day someone hides behind you.

He continued looking over my shoulder, not taking his eyes off the corner he had come around. "I'm hiding. What does it look like?"

"That's not what I meant," I sighed, slightly irritated. "I mean why are you hiding behind me?"

The Prussian bit his lip. "I'm hiding from West. I'm… Kind of in trouble."

I couldn't help but laugh. "The Almighty Awesomeness? Hiding from Ludwig? I find that hard to believe." I began walking away, but he caught my arm.

"N-No! Don't leave me!" A small blush built in his cheeks. "Please?"

I stared at him, about to say no. But he pulled the old Puppy Eyes trick with his crimson eyes, and I couldn't refuse. So with a sigh, I nodded and moved him behind me again.

Just then, a furious sound came from around the corner. "Gilbert!" the sound of the German's bark was loud, clear, and enraged. He came upon me with fiery eyes. "Alfred, move! Let me at mein bruder!"

I crossed my arms and acted as if the albino wasn't even there. "What do you mean? I'm here all by myself."

"He's right behind you, Dummkopf." I had to admit, his voice was just a little scary.

I looked behind me at the other, who was trembling a little. "Oh, him? Nah, this is a Gilbert clone. Arthur's black magic is really getting weird… And it's not even like him at all! It's mute and… Really stupid." I could only imagine the glare from the Prussian as I grinned.

Ludwig growled and pushed me aside. "I'm not in the mood for your stupid games, Alfred!" He grabbed his older brother by the arm and began dragging him away. "Let's go, bruder! You need to be taught a lesson!"

Gilbert looked at me with pleading eyes. "B-Bitte, West! Please, let me go!"

I quickly caught up with them and stood in his way. "Ludwig, come on! I know what he did was bad, but you didn't have to scare the living hell out of him!"

"Mein bruder needs to be punished. Do not tell me how to treat him!" He walked around me with a growl.

My blue eyes met the crimson eyes begging for help again.

I pulled out my revolver and held it to my head, a click being heard from it. "Let him go, Ludwig! Or I'll shoot!"

The blond German scoffed and continued on. "Go ahead. It would probably save the world from a lot of trouble."

I didn't think he would care. Of course, I'm not stupid enough to shoot myself in the head, so I cleverly moved the gun back a bit. While they weren't looking, I pulled out a small ketchup pack from my pocket and rubbed some into the side of my head.

I took one breath, and then pulled the trigger. I could feel the bullet breeze past my neck, millimeters from touching my flesh. I fell to the ground, my eyes shut as if I were actually dead. I held my breath the best I could.

"A-Alfred!" From what I could hear, the Prussian was somehow able to free himself of Ludwig's hold and come to me, hugging my "dead" body close to his own. I wanted so bad to hug him, tell him everything was going to be alright. But dead bodies don't do that, so I could only be limp in his arms. Even so, I could still feel a faint warmth in my cheeks.

Just as I thought I heard the faint sound of crying on my shoulder, Gilbert was pulled away from me. "Come. On!" the other commanded, dragging him along again.

I had to do something now. My eyes snapped open and I sat up. "Why do you want to take him home and discipline him so bad?" I barked, glaring at him.

"He needs to be disciplined! You want to see the marks of a well-disciplined bruder?" He roughly tore off the other's shirt.

That's when I saw the pain he was getting.

The scars and bruises littered his pale skin. Some were a dark red-violet, about halfway healed. Others were still a deep red hue, fresh from an earlier beating. Black, blue, and violet bruises of all sizes could be found all over his lean, starved body. His ribs were just starting to show against the pale skin.

It was a sight even the devil would be sickened to see.

"Gilbert," I breathed, my eyes wide with shock.

He looked away shamefully, as if it were his fault he was the way he was.

I reached out and pulled him out of the German's grasp. "Why are you doing this to him?" I exclaimed, holding the other close to my own being. "This… This is wrong!"

Ludwig tried to take his brother back, but I held him tight. The hero doesn't give up without a fight. "Do not tell me how to raise mein bruder! Now let him go!" He kicked me in the face hard, making me fall back and release Gilbert.

I felt the thick, warm liquid of blood pooling in my mouth, but I didn't care. The pain in my jaw was numb because of my job to protect being so needed now.

I stood up, rubbing my jaw. "Ludwig, please! Let him go! I'll… I'll take him off your hands!"

The blond laughed loudly, shaking his head. "Gilbert is a nuisance. I'm positive you wouldn't be able to take care of him. He's always going against my rules and breaking things-"

"I can take care of him."

We stared at each other for a long time. Gilbert and Ludwig looking at me. Me looking at Ludwig and Gilbert.

Finally, he spoke. "Fine," Ludwig said with a smirk as he shoved the albino toward me. "Take him for a week, but if he becomes too much of a pain for you, I will take him back before the week is up." He turned on his heel and gave us a slight wave. "Auf Wiedersehen, idioten!"

I glared at Ludwig as he began to walk away. "I'm not giving him back after the week, Ludwig!" I called, trying to sound a little threatening.

Before I knew it, I had another blow to the jaw. It wasn't that hard of a hit, but mixed with the now predominant pain from the first blow, it hurt like hell. I felt the Prussian in my arms flinch away as if he were going to be hit, too.

When I opened my eyes again, Ludwig was just disappearing around the corner and Gilbert hugged me tightly, burying his face in my chest.

"Th-Thank you," he whispered shakily.

I smiled a little and hugged him back awkwardly. I wasn't used to hugs. "No problem. All in the day of a hero's work!" I laughed, smiling more as he joined me. The pain in my face, however, made me stop short. "Ow! Damn, I think he broke my jaw…"

The other looked closely, his fingers touching the tender spot. "No, he didn't break it… He only bruised it a lot. I could fix it, if you like," he offered, smiling back.

I nodded, and turned my head to the side briefly to spit out a mouthful of blood. "Sounds good. Come on." I lead him back to my place, gently pulling him along by his hand. My cheeks became a little hotter, but I just ignored it, thinking it was pain.


Translations

Mein bruder - My brother
Dummkopf - Idiot
Bitte - Please
Auf Wiedersehen, idioten - Goodbye, idiots


More Author's Notes

So, yeah... This is all I have right now. There will be more! LOTS more.
Fo' reals, ya'll. This roleplay is over 1000 messages long on Facebook, so there. Is. A. LOT. More.

Ciao for now~!