So this is my second Hetalia fan fiction, and I'm hoping that with it, I'll be able to do better than in my first one, writing wise. Reviews are loved
(especially critique ones). This MIGHT turn into Gercest. I'm not sure yet, but when I started writing it, it looked that way.

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia

Germany's P.O.V.

I knew that I should've been worried when my older brother said that he was going to fight Russia, but somehow he convinced me that everything would be okay. That his strategies were more awesome that Russia's, and that he was invincible. They were just words spurting from his mouth, but I believed every word. I waited at home for my brother to come back. Now if only I had known that he wasn't coming back. If only I had known what news I would get one night in February.

Bleeding hearts are strewn together.

Memories can let us live.

When parched lips whisper forever,

Memories, a life, can give.

My pen's tip tapped in a rhythmic manner against the pale sheet of paper resting below it, and before I knew it the paper had little black dots dancing across the surface. I sighed. Sitting here and tapping a pen wasn't getting me anywhere. If this went on then I would never get this business letter written. My mind was just wandering too much. Perhaps it was the atmosphere.

It was no use.

I scowled, disappointed in my lack of concentration. I reached a pale hand up to rub my neck muscles. What I needed was a distraction. Maybe I would just go to the kitchen and make some food.

I stood up, brushing my pant legs off. Toastbrot with butter sounded nice right now, and maybe some coffee. I went into the kitchen, placing bread in the toaster and starting up the coffee machine, pouring water in it's top.

My mine wandered back to the letter. I hadn't been able to do much at all since Gilbert wasn't around. The house seemed so empty. I suppose that for everything to be normal he would just have to come back.

I heard a knock at my door suddenly, and decided to go and see who it was, but when I opened my door to find one of my people standing there. He didn't say a word, but handed me a letter. A letter? "Is it news on my brother?" I asked, hoping it was.

The German nodded.

And so I took it…

And so I opened it…..

Dear Germany;

It comes to our attention that you are family with the country Gilbert Beilschmidt. So it is out tragic duty to inform you that is no longer a part of this world and has passed on. We wish the best for your life.

Anonymous

And so I closed it….

This letter couldn't be right. Gilbert was gone? It had to be a joke, right? There is no way that Prussia could have fallen. "What does this mean?" I asked the German in disbelief.

The german shifted hisd weight uncomfortably from foot to foot. "Gilbert is gone, Ludwig." He said, voice barely there and trying to hold back tears.

It wasn't sinking in. How could my brtother have been defeated? It didn't make sense. Nothing made sense. The world was spinning. I had to sit down. I collapsed in the nearest chair. All I had to do wasw wait, right? He would come back, right?

"You're delirious"

Just wait right here, and he would show up, once again procaliming how awesome he was.

"That's a fantasy, Ludwig."

FUCK

DAMMIT

WHY?

This wasn't fair! He couldn't be gone! I motioned the German away, and shut the door. I just needed to sleep. I went to my room, crossing over to sit on my bedrested my forehead in my palms, and stared at my shadow cast by the moonlight. I was unsure of how I should be acting. "Sheisse." I whispered, then I screamed it. "SCHEISSA, WHY!"

I cupped a hand over my mouth, doing my best not to cry. I finally laid down on my bed. He was my brother, and I wouldn't ever see him again. I would just sleep with that delusional dream that he would be alive tomorrow.

My conciousness started to fade.

"Goodnight West"

I gasped, sitting up in bed and swearing that I had heard his voice. But concluding that it was my imagination, I sadly went back to sleep.

Here are the few translations for this chapter, Toastbrot is Toast bread, and scheissa means shit. I hope you all enjoyed it, and again... Review!