The night was freezing, almost causing frost bite. Prussia tried to reach the house miles away, but slowly his legs were giving way to the frost. It swept through the air as he tried to reach his destination. He tried calling for help miles back, but gave up hope in that. He was bloodied up from the battle, and was close to death. "G-Germany!" He called weakly, his voice cracking and silencing.
He was about four miles from the brightly lit house. He could hear some cheering. Italy was probably there. He smiled slightly, but gripped onto his chest as well. His heart was beating irregularly. He pounded the spot as hard as he could. He fell over, catching his breath.
He lied there for a little while, almost giving up hope. He heard gunshots, then loud cracks. Like if a skull were being crushed. He looked up, seeing Russia.
He was bashing incoming soldiers heads. "R-R-Russia!" He screamed out, hearing how weak and ugly his voice now sounded. He sat up weakly, waving an arm. He saw the other man run toward him.
As he came closer, Prussia noticed how bloodied and beaten Russia was. He kneeled down to Prussia's level, scanning him over. "I'll get you to the house, I swear..." He said, putting the other mans arm over his shoulder.
He trudged through the blizzard, getting closer and closer to the house. It seemed almost like it took years, but Russia finally reached the home. He knocked on the door, hoping Germany would answer.
Surely enough, the blond man answered, and noticed his brother. His eyes went wide.
"Gilbert, c-come on. I know you're okay! You always are! You have to be! Please, stop that! Get up and come inside!"
His yelling eventually brought Italy downstairs. "Germany, what are you yelling abo-" He stared at Prussia, shocked. "Germany, what happened to him?!" He hid behind the blond man.
"Bring him inside...I'll see if he's okay..."
He was put on the coffee table, and Germany checked his pulse.
Nothing.
"Prussia, goodbye. You were very annoying, the bane of my exsistence, but...I should have been nicer to you..." Austria said to the dead body in the coffin.
Many countries said their goodbyes, and cried as well. As Austria played one final piano piece for the funeral, many left.
Germany stayed, hunched in his seat. He just sat there, their heads lowered. Italy stopped walking and looked at Germany. "Aren't you coming?" He asked.
Germany shook his head. "No...I'll stay here for a bit longer..."
Here lies Gilbert Beilschmidt
1525-1947
He will be missed