Prussia couldn't take any more.

No, Gilbert, couldn't take anymore.

Ludwig was killing his own people, their people. (He isn't Ludwig anymore, Prussia reminded himself, He just Germany now.)

The allies, Gott even Italy, (He doesn't count as one of them, he didn't have a choice. He didn't betray us, he didn't.) was pushing him to put an end to Germany.

Put a bullet in his brain, put a end to The Nazis.

Gilbert didn't want to do this, no one did, but he is the only one that can get close enough to kill Ludwig. (Germany. He isn't Ludwig anymore, Ludwig wouldn't do this.)

Prussia's right eye itched from where Russia had put a bullet in it at the beginning of the war.

He reached up to scratch the wound, but stopped when he remembered what Ludwig had once said before the wars. (Don't mess with it, Bruder, it'll take longer to heal that way.)

Instead, he lightly touched the gun at his hip.

Prussia didn't want to do this, and Gilbert was screaming not to, but they (He, there is only one person here. Can't split myself, can't do what Germany did.) knew they (he) had to, for the good of everyone.

They (He, he, he, there's only one person here) began the short (too short, much too short) walk to Ludwig's (Germany's) barracks.

They (He) knocked on the door and an emotionless Ludwig (Germany) opened the door.

They (He) looked up in to Ludwig's (Germany's, not Ludwig, not Ludwig) blue eyes and did something that they hadn't done for many years.

They gave their Bruder a hug.

(He's not your little brother anymore. Stop thinking that he is.)

They (He, Gott Verdammt) could fell Ludwig (Germany) stiffen, before relaxing and wrapping his arms around them. (Him, Him, Him.)

Prussia could feel that a bit of the part of him that boasted about his awesomeness died when he grabbed the silenced pistol strapped to his leather belt.

He raised it slowly, as to not startle the man in front of him, and put the barrel to the back of his baby Bruder's head.

He pulled back just enough to see Germany's face. Prussia smiled sadly and the part of him he was sure would die along with the boy, no man, in-front of him knew that it was the right thing to do, but wondered if it was worth it.

And then... He pulled the trigger.

German translations-

Bruder- Brother

Gott- God

Verdammt- Dammit

First fanfic posted, ever. I found a picture and I had to write this. I only posted after my friend (who is going to collage for ceative writing) told me that it was good. Sorry about changing for past to present to past again, I can't help it.

Thank you for reading this.