Letter to My Brother
a/n: Back with another Hetalia, this time one shot.
Plot: Germany writes a letter to Prussia before Prussia's disappearance. It's not the words, but the feeling.
Pairing: Germany x Prussia
Reviews: They keep me going.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Sometimes, I wish they would let me keep Prussia though. LUV PRUSSIA.
Dear Brother,
There weren't many things that I was able to explain before, in our meeting that is. But on this sheet of paper, I want to tell you just how important it was.
You were the eldest. I envied you for that. Even though you acted on a will, I still couldn't understand what drove you though. I'm certain that even through your perverse situations, you would still come out triumphant and a large bump on your head. Every day you walked inside this house, I wondered why you still walked. Sometimes, I wanted to call you an old man too, but I know that would be rude. While I did most of the cleaning and the work, you went in and out of the house. I even made up a schedule of what you did everyday and checked it twice. Have breakfast, go visit Austria, go get some beer, then come back home to sleep.
Even in other times, I wondered what in the world you were thinking. You always got into a bunch of trouble. You challenged me to the very ends of my wits. You always got in the way of things. You always had an evil set of mind. Yet you always cared. How could such a conceited and self-loving person care so much? Was it because he was sick? No, it was because under all that sturdy armor, there was a soft, warm side.
I remembered at one point, something that I thought I had forgotten. You picked me up, a Teutonic Knight, and carried me. I was beaten, hurt, you took care of me, you fed me. I was young, small, delicate, yet you called me strong even when I cried. And when I remembered, it hit me that I had felt that warm soft side that some people longed from you. But you made me stronger, made me carry on, made me a Knight and for once, I felt proud of myself.
There were times we got in trouble together and I would think, "Why did I listen to you?" But every time I did, you called me Ludwig or West and you'd say, "We should do that again sometime!" Boy, were you a troublemaker for the two of us. I would hit you, scold you, even ignore you and it still didn't change the fact that no matter what, you were still my big brother and I would always be related to you.
Sometimes, I would refer you as the idiot of my brother or even a fool. The mean names seemed to contend the anger in my heart, yet it didn't. People wouldn't even recognize us as brothers at first, until we mentioned it or brought it up. We'd be the Neat and the Messy. Just a pair of opposites with the same goals in mind even in the roughest of times.
But what I'm trying to say is that you will always be in my heart Gilbert, even when you're gone.
Love your brother,
Ludwig [ West ]
