Don't worry, Ludwig, we'll make it through.

I know that you are already worrying beyond the words that I can not say to you at this moment, and I know that you are crying at least mentally as you'd refuse to cry physically like I so often refuse to.

You always looked up to me and took after me in strength in that regard though sometimes you absolutely hated taking care of me.

I miss you more and more each day, but do not be sad for the years that we've lost so far and will lose in time.

Ich liebe dich, Ludwig, and I know that isn't enough to make your mind stop thinking up strategies to save me or to stop your worry even if you could hear my thoughts from across that wall.

I love you more than I should, but I think you've known that for a long time; I think you knew before me even.

You knew before this blasted war and before a wall came to separate us and before I could disappear.

You had that look in your eye then that I somehow failed to read or to understand.

It spoke of your feelings loud and clear; it spoke about what you also knew about me.

I'm positive that that was why your eyes were so gentle and your voice was too.

I know that had to be why sometimes you would hold on to me longer than normal.

I miss hugging you and how your strong hands would hold me tight as if in any second, I'd be taken from you.

I guess those hands were right in their worry or fear.

But don't let it cause you sadness as I know that I'll be back for at least a little bit.

I may vanish one day, but I trust that my strength and fame will carry on through the years and that you will remember me.

Hopefully, the rest will too, but it would hurt more if you had forgotten while everyone else remembered.

I love you more than I ever should have, and I wish that I could tell you that in person and not just think about it alone here in the cold.

I want to kiss you just once, Ludwig, not like I used to when you were a kid, but like we were the last two people alive and decided that are final moments would be better spent savoring the last bits of passion in us.

Is that okay?
I feel as if I should regret or at the very least feel guilty about these feelings as you are my brother, my baby brother.

I love you, Ludwig.

Russia could never torture me enough to make me forget my feelings or forget you, and no one else could either.

I think of you everyday and the gentle ease of our past relationship though that had only been platonic and not of the feelings that I'd just discovered for you.

I want to kiss you and hold you even if we'd only have a small amount of time to do so.

I'd love to be close to you again and to hear sayings, words, that I'd never expected to want to hear as more than what they once were.

It would be awesome if despite the harshness of loneliness and dealing with Russia, who I never liked anyway, that I could be united with you and that we could have so much more than we currently have.

Ich liebe dich, Ludwig, meine bruder und meine liebling always.