Warnings: Major AU, character death.

Disclaimer: I do not own either Harry Potter or Hetalia - Axis Powers.

Before you read: Think of it as Harry Potter, but with a smaller age gap between Harry & Lord Voldemort. Also, if they were brothers. The ending is different, too. They're in the HP world, but almost not. They're most definitely nowhere near the APH world.

His silver hair flashed, his red eyes glistened. The evil lord was quite handsome; you'd not expect someone so vile to be so physically attractive as he was.

Ludwig tensed, he hadn't seen his brother in years, yet the prophecy that he'd been born with had brought them inevitably together.

'Neither can live while the other survives,' were the fated words that had been uttered years ago in Sybil Trelawney's classroom,a harshly spoken destiny revealed in the Seer's few moments of honesty. Ludwig had been shocked then, was he the one to end the reign of his wayward older brother?

Now, however, Ludwig's eyes hardened in resolve as he stared into the once familiar rubies, the orbs that once held Gilbert Beilschmidt in them now only shined with the glee of killing. The loving older brother that he once knew had somehow morphed into…this, whatever 'this' was. Somewhere along the way, the admiration for his sibling had fallen to the side as his lust for power became stronger, and this was how Gilbert had ended up. His ego was blown out of proportion, he thought himself a god, his followers called him 'Lord Konigsberg'.

Throughout the years leading up to this event Gilbert had teased him, always taunting him with displays of strength and wit. Ludwig had always been playing catch up, till now.

Raising his wand to finish him off, he could've sworn he saw adoration in the burning embers of eyes ahead of him, an emotion he hadn't seen in over a decade. Memories of when small achievements would please his brother, like changing a snail's shell color or the like, when his sibling would smile that great grin at him, praising him on being such a good little brother, memories such as that flooded his mind at the emotions swimming in the evil lord's eyes, distracting him from the task at hand.

Gritting his teeth, he tightened his grip on the wand once more, before his brother spoke.

"Bruder, you've grown strong…" he rasped, his voice weak and revealing. "Lebe wohl, mein Bruder ..."

Ludwig blanched, but a shot of green light flashed from the end of his wand, and peace came to the world again.

Walking over to his brother's body, he bent over and picked a nearby cornflower* to lay on his chest. "Farewell auch Ihnen, Bruder."

Straightening back up, Ludwig solemnly walked away, his heart heavy, but the people free.

Translations:

"Lebe wohl, mein Bruder..." - "Farewell, my brother..."

"Farewell auch Ihnen, Bruder." - "Farewell to you too, brother."

Notes:

*The cornflower was like the unofficial flower of Prussia. Hooray for symbolism!

AN: Instead of working on my other writing projects and stories, I did this depressing piece. No idea why, either. I'll work on the other stuff later this week.

I would appreciate reviews.