A/N: hey people!
Lately I have fallen in love with the idea of Hetalia and Nyotalia existing in the same universe. All you have to do is look at my other stories to see which one I would love the most.
So of course FemGermany and her brother MaleGermany.
And in here it's also MalePrussia, Gilbert, and FemPrussia, Maria.
This will be a collection of oneshots. Some things, such as the past, will be the same in them however otherwise they are all separate.
This first one has only MaleGermany and FemGermany.
Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Whenever Ludwig thought about his sister he always thought about how different they were.
There were the obvious differences. The physical ones. Her hair was slightly longer that she was still able to hide in a cap or hat. The chest that she has kept bound for years. The…lower body.
And then there were the mental and emotional ones. Compared to the way she sometimes acted Ludwig might as well have been wearing his heart on his sleeve. There were moments when she smiled or laughed however more often than not it was either nothing or a frown.
And he was getting slightly disturbed at how well he was starting to become in reading her frowns.
And then that nagging feeling of guilt that he had. He was the reason that she no longer showed any emotions.
For the first time in years they were talking again. In a sense. She had just agreed to meet him at his house for a drink. Something he desperately wanted was for them to start talking once more. He was practically desperate to make amends and perhaps start fresh.
She had simply sipped the drink in front of her and sighed.
The fingers on her left hand stroked the inside of her right wrist, the part covered carefully by bandages, almost absentmindly.
He stares at her almost desperately.
He remembered when they were children. She had always been the stronger one of them. He was only stronger physically because he was a male but she made sure that he was only stronger by a small part.
They both knew it was an attempt on her part for him to feel that in some way he was better.
Her long slim fingers gently held the glass in front of her as she tipped its contents into her mouth. Her eyes focused on a point that neither one of them can really see.
He clears his throat, her eyes immediately flies to him.
Her fingernails are painted he realized with slight amusement. A deep black color. He knows that if he looks outside her motorcycle would be parked right next to his car. A deep red color with black streaks.
When it is clear that he wasn't going to say anything else Louise focuses once more at a random point on the wall.
He can honestly say that he has no idea where he wanted to start. Where he could start a conversation.
This girl, his other half, had known him to the deepest secrets of his mind. Better than anyone else in the world can ever know.
She was his sister. His other half. His lover. His soul mate.
They had been each other's firsts. He still remembered that night when they had been teenagers. He could feel their hearts pounding in fear in their chests in unison. The hesitation in their actions. The feel of her body, so strong, so muscular, so…perfect, under his hands. The feel of his lips on hers.
The sense of oneness. Of being whole.
He remembered when they were young and trying his hardest to make her laugh. How he would crawl into her bed to be closer to her and when they became frightened they would crawl together into Gilberts and Marias bed, who had also slept together.
How that one day changed their relationship forever.
Louise glances at her watch before draining her glass and standing.
"I have to go." she said simply.
His nod is filled with regret. She turns to go.
"Sister." he suddenly whispers.
She turns back to him.
"Will you ever forgive me?" he asks hoarsely.
Her eyes hold no emotions. "Perhaps."
Before hope could fill his chest she brings her left hand to her right wrist and carefully took off the bandages.
Ludwig's heart fell to his stomach.
Louise revealed the black letterings of the tattoo on her right wrist that stood out immensely against her pale skin.
"The day that this fades from my skin." she said quietly. "Will be the day that I forgive you."
Without saying anything else she wraps the bandages around her wrist once more and leaves.
Ludwig slumps in his chair as he sips from his own glass. He could almost hear his own voice from the horrible past repeated those words.
"Because of who you are we cannot kill you for your traitorous actions. However we can do this. Suffer alongside those vermin that you so love."
"Oh and sister?"
"You deserve everything that will happen to you there."
He sighs and brings his hand to his eyes in an attempt to push back the tears that had gathered in his eyes.
I hope you guys enjoyed this one.
More to come.
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Until next time.
This is Phoenix-Fire Power over and out.