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Slight OOC Possibly, and Real/Human names used at points. Hell, Not sure if the rating will change. Stay tuned in for that.

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Broken Inside..

He grasped his middle, the warm blood seeping through his uniform, and onto his hand. Russia's house was just through the clearing of these trees and snow. He could see it. Though, he wasn't sure he'd be able to make it. Blood was flowing fast, and his vision was beginning to blur.

Losing My Mind..

Was this how it was going to be? He was just going to died here, just like that? Hell.. Prussia didn't want to die. He didn't want to leave everything behind. He had to see Ivan one last time. He had to tell him, that he wasnt alone.

.. But, would Russia even care?

Gasping For Life..

The pain was becoming somewhat unbearable. Not just from the injury, but because of the fact that he was wearing so little as a uniform, and combat boots, in such harsh, cold weather. And he somehow hurt.. emotionally.

He looked up. He was so close. Almost there. Just a little.. closer..

He stumbled and fell, now lying face down in the cold, bitter snow. Forcing himself to roll onto his back, he stared up at the sky, the snow around him turning a deep crimson.

Crashing Through Times..

The sky was a gray, cloudy colour, as snowflakes fell onto Gilbert's face, melting into now flowing tears.

He closed his eyes, and let his thoughts take control.

His brother.. Who would take care of West? Who was going to tell him that his older brother wouldn't be coming home anymore? How was Prussia going to tell him.. that he was proud of him? That he loved him? That he was the best little brother ever?

' I'm sure bruder doesn't need that.. He has Feliciano. I am all but a Memory now. '

Ivan.. Who was going to take care of Ivan? Who would make sure he didn't slip? And when he did.. Who would be there to comfort him? And to tell him it was okay. That he wasn't alone..

" Rusland.. calm down." Gilbert spoke softly, watching as the Russian moved a shaking hand to pick up a knife.

"You're going to leave me one day.. I can feel it.." His Russian accent was heavy, as he looked up with wavering eyes.

"Ivan.. I'm not going to-" "Nyet! Stop! Don't tell me lies. Everybody leaves Russia! Nobody stays.. Nobody cares." he shook his head, his eyes filling with tears. "Ya ne khochu byt' odna..".

Gilbert padded forward, swinging his arms around the taller man's torso as he raised the knife into the air. "Du bist nicht allein..". He heard the knife hit the floor, as Russia broke into small, quiet sobs, burying his face into Gilbert's neck, and then falling slowly to his knees, still in Prussia's arms.

They sat there for a few minutes, as Prussia ran his fingers though the Russian's hair, softly whispering thing's like, "It's okay." , "I'm here." , and "Nicht weinen.".

He smiled at the memory, his tears falling faster now.

"I'm sorry I lied..".

-x-

He hasn't come home yet. This worried Russia. It's been almost five hours, and it was going on eleven o'clock. He grabbed a large coat, putting it on, and tightening his scarf around his neck.

He made his was out of the house, the cold air nipping at his skin. He hated the cold, and he hated being cold.

Something had caught his view. Navy blue against white.. "Prussia?". He got a bit closer, and that's when her saw red. Lot's of it. "Gilbert!".

He ran to the male's body, falling to his knees in the snow. He didn't know what to do. "Ptichka! Wake Up! Pozhaluysta!" he shook the albino's body, getting no response. His body was freezing, cold to the touch. It was a good thing he was wearing dark clothing too, or else Russia wouldn't have found him, since he was so pale, and his hair blended in with the snow.

Russia pulled his coat off with shaking hands, placing it onto Gilbert's body. He began to panic. "TORRIS!" He shouted, hoping he heard him, and would come running to his aid. He looked back at Prussia, tears brimming his eyes. "You said you wouldn't leave! Ptichka! POCHEMU TY USHLA?" He was shaking violently now, holding the male's body close.

-x-

Torris came running outside, looking around to find Russia. Once spotted, he ran toward him, now at his aid. What he saw didn't scare him, but worried him. Russia was sobbing, clinging to a body. Please don't be Prussia.. Please.. Dont be..

"Ptichka's broken. Ispravit' yego!". Russia looked up at Torris, his eyes pleading with worry. Tears were rapidly making their way down his cheeks, which were red from the brisk air and snow. "Pozhaluysta.." He begged. Torris had never seen this side of Russia.

Atleast.. not this broken..

Torris knelt down beside Russia, picking up one of Prussia's limp wristes, and checking for a pulse.

A few silent, agonizing moments went by, before Torris announced, "He's alive. We need to get him inside, Now."

Translations:

Ya ne khochu byt' odna.. - "I dont want to be alone.."

Du bist nicht allein.. - "You are not alone.."

Nicht weinen.. - "Do not cry.."

Ptichka - "Birdie"

Pozhaluysta! - "Please!"

POCHEMU TY USHLA? - "WHY DID YOU LEAVE?"

Ispravit' yego! - "Fix Him!"

HoooohDamn. So, I've been into Hetalia a lot lately. I'm actually, going to cosplay Prussia.3

This suddenly came to me by watching a loooot of AMV's and PV's. Reading a lot of Fanfictions, and Doujinshi's. And Tumblr was a HUGE inspiration too.

I know it's short, so please forgive me. Anyway, Leave Reviews, Comment, Do that stuff.

Also, If anything is translated wrong, Blame Google Translate. :P

I'm probably going to be uploading a lot since I Just started this. So, Once again, Enjoy. I'll have another chapter up by tomorrow.

I'm going to bed now, Danke, und Gute Nacht. 3