Ever since he was little, Ludwig has looked up to his big brother, always seeing him standing tall and lead armies with no effort. He was a true warrior king, a nation of pride and pure strength. Gilbert could raise the weakest war-torn man to rise once more. It was made clear one day when he listened to him rally his men to battle against Austria.
"I see your struggle and I feel your pain. Are you ready for the stand? Blood on the ground and mud on your hands. Take another breath, you think you're going to break, you think you're going to die." The tall nation reached out to his men as he called to them from the back of his stallion. "Get off the dirt and listen to the crowd screaming your name screaming it loud," he commanded of them before his voice became gentle. "I know you think you can't and you think you're done, but we can't stop until we've won."
Ludwig gulped as the men around him stood straighter and heaved their weapons once more. Even he could feel the air slowly change around him as the men shifted under the weight of his brother's voice. Seeing Gilbert as he reigned in his horse causing it to stamp its hooves like a drum beat reminded him of their grandfather. How he, too, would stand among his own soldiers shedding blood and sweat alongside them.
"You're not alone fore we are brothers!" he called out to them pacing up and down their ranks, letting them know he was with them. "We are not afraid! This is our moment and it won't come again. Lean on me and find your feet; fore we will not accept defeat!" The crowd let out a cheer, their souls rallying with him. The energy that was produced with every word his brother spoke was so strong that he could feel their victory coming closer. His strength was returning to him and making his own blood sing with desire to clash swords.
"Get up and follow me! When your body's screaming out and your hope is fading now. When the light is dimming down, and your strength is waning! Raise your eyes, tell your mind to lift yourself one more time!" The albino's sharp blood red eyes met the crowd with determination.
"You've come this far to win! Source the power within and unleash it all again! Return to the fight; for victory is insight! The crowds will soon ignite, so light up the night!" He raised his sword high in the air, and the men raised their own in return. Gilbert was a pure force of nature that no other could tame. The fire in his eyes could call to the weariest of men and rile them once more to stand.
Despite the wounds he had, no matter how many hits he took, Ludwig knew his brother would never stop fighting and neither would his men. These soldiers would follow the crimson eyed man to hell itself.
"You're barely hanging on; I can see it. But your body still wants more. You're built to carry on! In your eyes, your minds are sharp as knives. This battle will be won so get up and follow me!" he yelled to the cheering crowd as he whirled his horse around. The troops charged into battle ready to die for their nation. It was truly impressive to see.
One day he hoped to be just like his brother. A strong leader that could rally a nation to battle. One day he would stand before his own men and inspire them. He would be just as strong. He would remember this moment even in his last breath. Gilbert high on his steed, the crowd calling to him that they would not quit. This legacy would live on with him.
Author's Note: Special thanks to Prussian Tails for helping me edit this. Go check out his stuff it is amazing work.