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Chapter One: "Running Away from You"

(Prussia's POV)

Prrr-dddd-dddd-ddddd-ddddd! POW!

Bullets just seemed to pour down on us. The Allies seemed to have some sort of renewed strength as they attacked us anew. Germany, my Bruder, was right beside me in the trench as we returned as much fire as we could. But, I knew it wasn't looking good at all. Russia was leading these Allied forces and he knew what he was doing. I glanced at my Bruder. He was looking pretty good despite all he had been through these past years. He had always been a strong kid... and he will always will be. I furrowed my brows. I can't let Russia take him. I know there is no way we can beat the Allied Powers now, but if Germany is going to surrender to anyone, I'd rather it be England or France.

"Ludwig!" I yelled as a new downpour of bullets came toward us causing us to duck back into the trench.

Germany glanced at me as he reloaded his gun.

I grabbed him by the shoulder and pulled his head close to my mouth so he could hear me better. (And well... to embrace him one last time. I don't know when I'll be able to see him again.) Germany squirmed slightly but I tightened my grip as I somewhat shakily yelled into his ear. "Ludwig, get out of here!"

He wrenched out of my grasp and gave me a look of hurt and surprise. "Was redest du da?! (What are you talking about?!) I'm not leaving without you, Bruder!"

I grabbed his gun and knocked him over, hoping he'd understand my seriousness. He grunted as he hit the back of the trench. He looked up at me with his sad blue eyes. It was written all over his eyes... he didn't want to go and not only did he not understand but he also didn't care to try to understand why. I hissed through my teeth silently. Why did he always go to this stubborn mode when I'm trying to save him from trouble?

"Ludwig, GO!"

Germany ignored my command and began to shoot once again at our enemy.

I sighed softly. I didn't want it to come to this, but I knew it would have to happen one of these days. I hate this but it's the only way I know how to keep Germany save.

BANG!

Germany stared at me with wide eyes. His shocked expression nearly killed me, but I had to... for his sake.

"G-G-Gilbert... why?"

I turned away from my wounded Bruder and climbed out of the trench. I'm sorry, Ludwig.

"GILBERT!" Germany screamed after me.

I resisted the urge to turn back and look at him as I ran to face Russia, on my own.

(Germany's POV)

I clutched at my bleeding shoulder as I watched my großer (big) Bruder. What was he doing?! Was he trying to get himself killed? I moved to go after him, but my shoulder screamed in pain the moment I reached out to climb out of the trench. Prussia had hit the perfect spot in my shoulder, but then he was always a better shot than I was. But why? Why did he shoot me? Me, his kleinen (little) Bruder? I ground my teeth together as I tried to climb out again.

"Sir! Germany!"

I glanced out of the corner of my eye to see one of my German soldiers running toward me.

"We've been ordered to fall back, sir! We need to move quickly, sir!"

I frowned. Who had given that order? Wait, I looked toward the enemy. Prussia must have... but why? Why did he send me and my soldiers back but not retreat himself? More questions began to fill my mind as my soldier helped me retreat to where all my soldiers were. I was somewhat surprised to see Prussia's soldiers retreating. Prussia must be retreating too. My heart felt relieved. What happened earlier, he must have been warding off the enemy while we retreated. He was only trying to protect me, that was all. But because of my stubbornness... I must have forced him to take more violent methods to get me to listen. Heh, I smiled slightly and laughed a bit shakily to myself. I had been worried about nothing. This whole war thing must be making me edgy. Everything would be all right.

(Prussia's POV)

I wonder... will he ever understand what I've done to him? And... and if he does, will he understand what I'm doing now? Would he be able to forgive me despite everything?

Ping!

I stumbled as my helmet flew off my head. Eh... strong bullet I'm guessing. Okay... maybe I should have strapped it on, but I'm awesome and don't really need a helmet anyways. I gripped my gun tightly as I continued to charge through the smoke toward Russia and his army. I already got a few wounds but this won't be too long before it all ends. I pushed some smoke away from my face and shot some at the blurry army ahead of me. I was almost there. I pushed myself to run into the arms of my enemy, Russia. Running to him, and running away from my Bruder. I stepped out of the smoke and stood almost nose to nose with a rather stunned Russia. (I think I misjudged the distance quite a bit.)

I managed to grin crookedly and swung my gun over my shoulder. "Hallo, Ivan."

Russia regained his composure. "Вы не отступит, как ваши трусливые брат, Пруссии? (You didn't retreat like your cowardly brother, Prussia?)"

I could feel my red eyes spark with anger as I glared up into Ivan's face. "Don't you dare call my Bruder a coward!"

Russia seemed amused with my reaction. "You are here to surrender, да? (yes?)"

I tried to stand up straight without wincing. "No, I'm here to fight."

Russia held back a soft chuckle. "By yourself?"

"By myself." I slowly and shakily raised my gun and aimed it at Russia.

"Вы решились нажать на курок? (You dare to pull the trigger?)"

I smirked slightly. "Das ist Krieg, nachdem alle. (This is war after all.)"

Russia chuckled softly. "Да, это так, не правда ли? (Yes, it is, isn't it?)"

I pulled the trigger.

Author's Note: This chapter was inspired by the song "I So Hate Consequences" particularly the line 'running from you is one of my best defenses.' And just as another note, I plan to have future chapters to have titles that hint at what they were inspired by. ;) I hope you enjoy this story as much as I have enjoyed writing it. :)