{| A photograph, memories, and an Italian |} -
Gilbert sat on the ground, with blankets wrapped around him. The floor was cold, sending shivers up the albinos spin. He sat right by the fire, its sway making it dance. The shadows also followed this dance, since the light of the fire swished back and forth. The rest of the living room was dark, without the light it would be pitch black. It was a new moon, and not a single star in the sky. The clouds had all disappeared to, leaving the dark blue bare sky open. A nice breeze blew outside, making it perfect to open a window or something. The Prussia was looking at pictures, a scrap book he made. All the pictures in the one he was looking through was them as children. Meaning him and Ludwig. The book cover was leather, sowed onto his words that spoke "GilGil and Lud". The Prussian was looking at one photo. A photo there vati took of them when they went on vacation to the beach. Though since Prussia is an albino the sun was to much, and got him sun burnt. He didn't mind, and still had lots of fun. At first. That is. In the picture Gilbert is hugging Ludwig. The Prussian is wearing a blue tank top, while the German wore a green Tank top and a hat. Prussia had a wide bright smile plastered on his face, but Germany looked like he wanted to get the picture over with. A thin pale thumb ran over the photo, tears welling in his eyes. He remembered the day clearly... To clear. Well, it was the day he made his Vati disappointed and found his first love...
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The day was beautiful, bright and sunny. The sun was already high in the sky, shinning over the beach. The Beilschmidt family was on vacation, at the cleanest finest beach ever. After all the work they had been doing the deserved this break. The Germans woke up early in the morning, getting ready to head out. They ate, and did every other morning activity you needed to do. Brush your teeth, hair, and got dressed. All the food was in a cooler or a bag, towels in hand. "Vait, I vant a picture..." Germania, there father, muttered taking his camera out snapping this photo. After the three set everything up, Ludwig and Gilbert ran to the ocean while Vati stayed with the stuff and read. Gilbert loved the beach, though he was't allowed to go to deep cause he cant swim. Even though Ludwig can. The sun beat down on the playing children, as they actually were playing together. The two brothers built a sand castle, swam together as Germany tried to teach him how to swim, and had a mud fight. "Ow." The Prussian groaned, as the wet sand flew into his eye, between his contact and eye. His younger brother ran over, muttering how he was sorry and didn't mean to do it. "Nein nein, its ok. All I have to do is clean ze contacts.." He informed, making his brother feel less guilty. Since gilbert wore contacts everywhere, and had been wearing them for a couple years he knew how to take them out, put them in, and clean them. It was a daily thing. Easily the young nation took the contacts out, cleaning them with water from a water bottle. So he wouldn't have to run all the way to there vacation home, they just bought, and clean it. After a good rinse the albino went to put it back in, but it fell out of his small pale hands, and swept away into the ocean. Making the water raise. Less than an hour the water was above his head, leaving him to drown. Thrashing around trying to get some air. After what felt like forever, which was really five hours, he was washed ashore. Coughing up the slaty water. His eyes stung from the water as well. The bad taste lingered in his mouth and deep in his throat. Sobs escaped his throat, as tears started to fall again. Deep fast breaths were taken, as Gilbert could still feel the burning his lungs felt as he was underwater. Normally if something like that happened Ludwig helped him. But he was to busy having a fun time with Italy. A bigger smile plastered on Germanys face while he played with the Italian child, than when he was with his own brother... How could his own Father not notice he wasn't there? "Bruder.. Vati..." The albino child whispered to himself, stumbling to his beach house. He hates the beach. Even though its where he found out about his love for his brother there. Though in the back of his mind he knew it would never happen. No matter how much he wished it would. Now he was to go home, and get his ass beat for being gone, taking out his contacts, and for being stupid.