Author's Note: This is my first fan fiction so… yeah it kinda sucks I know. Oh! And sorry that its so short, this is kind of a "Jumping off point". But we all gotta start somewhere! This story is told through Gilbert's (Prussia's) eyes, it may seem a bit OOC, forgive me, but honestly I don't like how people always portray him to be an annoying, irritating, dumb as America almost, sorry America fans, kind of person. The boys are young, Gilbert around 10-12 and Ludwig 5. The time is during WWII when Berlin was bombed by the Allies. So now ladies und gentleman, Please enjoy, Through Ruby Red Eyes.

Through Ruby Red Eyes.

Chapter 1

The explosions are what woke me up that night. The explosions, the light of the raging fires that ate away at my home town, and the screams. The terrified, panicked screams that tore at my heart. When the first explosion sounded, my eyes snapped open, my heart racing at being startled out of sleep. I lay in bed too terrified to move. When I finally mustered up enough courage to move my arm up and over to my night stand to grab my analog clock, only to be blinded by the dark that engulfed my room. Then terrifying thought hit me, 'Bruder.'(Brother). Throwing the now useless clock onto the night stand in haste, I ran from my bed down the hall, and down the stairs, jumping the last four steps to reach the couch faster. My younger brother, Ludwig, had fallen asleep on it earlier and I had let him doze, not wanting to disturb him. He was hiding under a blanket, burying his face into a couch pillow. He must have heard me land on the hard wood floor when I jumped because as soon as my feet connected with the solid wood, he bolted straight up and stared at me. I ran to him and took him in my arms thanking God he was alright. "Bruder!" was his muffled response to my gesture. I released him and took hold of his shoulders, "Did Vati (dad) come home?" I asked, trying not to sound frantic. I had to keep my hands on his shoulders to keep them from shaking as explosions continued to sound outside. My brother's response was a simple shrug. "Can you stay here while I go look for him?" I asked giving him a little shake. He hesitated then nodded. "I'll be right back." Letting go reluctantly I raced upstairs to the last door on the right end of the dark hallway. I threw open the door hoping, praying, that my father was there, curled up in bed, asleep, though how could he be with what was happening just beyond the brick walls of our home was beyond me. He wasn't there, damn. Instead I was greeted with his usual spotless room, nice, neatly made bed stood untouched. The only thing alive in the room aside from myself, was the firelight shining through the heavy curtains.

My eyesight began to blur as I refused to let the tears of fear and sudden worry spill from my ruby red eyes. I gave a sudden turn and raced back downstairs, making a sharp turn to the right and down the hall to my father's office. Again I threw the door open, making it slam against the wall with a loud bang in its own way of cursing. Empty. Only shielded firelight and bombs exploding. I couldn't fight my tears any longer and I did nothing to stop them as they poured from my eyes, collecting on the collar of my night shirt, staining it with fear. 'Vait! Where are you!' My thoughts screamed. "Gilbert?" My little brother shakily called from his spot on the couch in the living room. I quickly wiped my eyes and ran to him. "What happened?" I asked as I reached his side. He just shook his head and reached out to me. I sat next to him on the old sofa and held him close to me. "Don't worry Luddie, we'll be okay." I whispered, trying to comfort him. His pudgy little hands gripped the back of my shirt while he hugged me just as another blast detonated, closer this time. Close enough to rattle the windows and send terrifying vibrations through the house.

"Vati's not home, is he?" Ludwig inquired, muffled due to his face buried deep within my chest. Another detonation. "Nein (No), but don't worry, Vati's strong he'll be okay, und (and) so will we. He's probably helping some people." I whispered, trying to calm my little brother, but mostly trying to reassure my self. There was another explosion, this one was closer, landing near our backyard, shattering out kitchen windows. The harsh wind from the blast sent little shards of glass through the archway that connected the kitchen and the living room, the little shards hitting the back of my exposed neck, releasing small prickling sensations from that area. I clutched my little brother tightly and squeezed my eyes shut, tears of fear swimming down my face and landing in Ludwig's hair. That last bomb probably destroyed our barn along with our horse, Maria. Vati was going to be pissed when he came home. Maria was his favorite horse. 'Almost like his girlfriend or something' I smirked at the memories of my vati and Maria. 'Please come home soon.' I hugged my brother closer when I felt his tears soak through my shirt. We stayed like that the rest of the night. The bombs eventually subsided, the hum of planes disappeared, fires died down, and the people became quiet and solemn, not making a noise above a murmur.

Vati never came home.

Author's Note:

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