A/N: Hmm… so, I should be finishing chapter 4 of Hetakami, or typing out that GerIta oneshot that PromisedCentennial wants me to type out and post, lest she kill me on Monday… But I felt like writing this leetle bit of angst/idk that I was inspired to do after seeing a picture. (Don't have a link, sorry. But if you recognize the inspiration, good for you!) Anyways… enjoy!
-Dew
Prussia sighed, sitting up in his bed, arching his back in a lazy stretch. He ran his fingers through his pale white hair as he sat there for a moment, letting sleep drain from his system. After he felt awake enough, he hopped out of bed, hearing the thump echo through the large mansion he lived in.
Prussia didn't really care if it woke anyone up as he skipped over to the bed his 'pet' bird-affectionately named Gilbird- and gave the sleeping mound of yellow a small poke.
"Heyy, awesome little birdy! Wake up!" Prussia cooed when Gilbird didn't stir.
Nothing.
Well.
Gilbert frowned, pulling away for a moment, confused.
Gilbird usually woke up with him, and was always fluttering around his head, chirping when they walked downstairs. Was Gilbird sick?
Worried, Prussia began to pet the tiny bird with a finger. "Gilbird…?" A bit of fear began to creep its way into Prussia, though he pushed it away.
No, Gilbird was fine.
Pets of the nations were immortal too, weren't they?
But what about that rabbit England used to have as a kid that France gave to him…?
"Hey, little buddy… don't be playing a prank on me… t-that's not awesome!" He squeaked, now using his finger to give Gilbird a shake.
His feathers feel cold…
Prussia whined, scooping the tiny yellow chick into his palm. "B-buddy…?" Gilbird remained limp, much to Prussia's dismay.
"C-come on, this isn't funny…!" Prussia bit his lip, feeling it quiver.
No! Crying isn't awesome! B-but my awesome little buddy…!
He felt torn as the fear was realized, and it seized his heart with an icy grip as he began to tremble violently.
Gilbird is dead.
Finally, Prussia let it all out in a choked wail that woke up the other inhabitance of the house.
Minutes later, Germany, Austria and Italy ran to the door.
"Bruder! What's wrong?" Germany asked, stepping inside and looking around until settling his gaze on the now sobbing Prussian.
"M-my little… G-Gilbert! H-h-he's…" Prussia grit his teeth, body quivering as he showed his palm with the dead bird laying in it. Germany seemed rather bewildered seeing what was actually wrong.
"O-oh…"
He gave Prussia an awkward pat on the shoulder. Italy, on the other hand, ran up looking like he was about to join Prussia in crying. "Ve! Ludwig, be a little nicer! His pet died!" He scolded.
Germany shuffled in place. "Er… Alright… bruder, I'm sorry for your loss…" He murmured.
Xx
Later, after getting Prussia calmed down, he decided he was going to bury the little bird.
No one dared to stop him as he stomped outside with a little basket with the body in it, a shovel, and a few sticks.
Prussia kneeled down after he found a place that he felt would be suitable; the little hill that stood near the woods from their house. He set the work, digging a small, deep hole.
After he was satisfied with that, he carefully grabbed Gilbird's body and gently placed it in the grave.
Gilbert hissed, feeling tears coming on again.
"D-dammit… oh Gilbird… I'll miss ya. You were an awesome little buddy…" He managed to choke out before he began to bury the chick.
Slowly, carefully, as not to disturb the body, he packed the dirt in tightly before moving away. Prussia placed the two sticks, which he had shaped into a little cross on the mound of dirt.
The albino sniffed and wiped away his tears.
"Auf wiedersehen, old friend."
