The world is a better place without me.
Summary: Ludwig is depressed after coming home from a meeting. Will he act on his thoughts or just go along like he always has?
A/N: Character bashing. I don't like Italy (that much) and neither does Ludwig (at all) in this story. This is NOT a GerIta story, if you like/love Italy. DON'T read this story!
Note: Possible character death.
Ludwig was about ready to give up. His brother was driving him nuts at home, his so called 'friends' made jokes about him and nothing he did seemed to be good enough. Also, a certain war was always brought up; he just wanted to forget it and move on, but when he said so he was called a heartless bastard, just because he wanted to forget the most embarrassing and humiliating biggest mistake of his life. The blond knew he was still being called a Nazi behind his back.
There was a reason why he was trying really hard to fit in, but nothing was working. Germany sat in his car, in front of his home, watching the light in the living room window. It had started raining an hour ago and he had been sitting there, in his car for three hours or so. He blinked and frowned. He hated this, he really did.
"Maybe the world would be a better place if I just disappeared. Bruder could have the country and do whatever he wanted. No one would miss me. I'm a stain on the world anyway."
He whispered to himself and looked down at the steering wheel. Ludwig sighed again and rubbed his face, finally getting out of the car as slowly as he could and walking even slower to the door of his home. As he raised the hand with the key in it the door suddenly swung open.
"I was wondering when you were coming inside!"
Gilbert said with a smile on his face but it faded when he saw the look on his little brother who looked just about ready to break down and cry.
"West, what is it?"
The former Kingdom of Prussia asked. But got no response as his little brother walked inside, already drenched by the rain.
"West?"
The albino tried again, but still got no response. The older but shorter man placed a hand on the others shoulder. Ludwig didn't dare look at his brother; he just toed off his shoes and dropped his suitcase carelessly on the floor and slipped his soaked jacket off and let it be on the floor as he walked straight to the bathroom, locking the door behind him and starting the shower. Gilbert frowned, wondering what it could be that was bothering his little awesome brother. The older man shrugged and picked the jacket up, emptied the pockets and placed the soaked jacket over a heater.
Meanwhile, in the bathroom, Ludwig was sitting in the tub with his clothes on, his phone on the countertop by the sink. His tears strolled down his cheeks as he cried silently. He hated this. He wished he had dissolved instead of his brother. How was he going to change it? England wasn't going to help him with that. Ludwig growled as his phone started ringing and covered his ears, it was Italy that was calling; he hated him. He really hated that happy-go-lucky bastard! Truth be told, Ludwig never forgave Italy for going to the allies. The blond also hated himself for getting the dumbasses actions mixed with his feelings and actually proposing to the fucker! Ludwig wanted to punch Feliciano in the face and tell him, no, shout at him to man up and defend himself! He couldn't look at red roses the same; as a matter of fact he hated them and he didn't care for them when France brought some over. Sure he put them in water when the other was over, but he let them die, he really didn't care for them. When he thought his phone had stopped it only began again. He growled louder and stood up and grabbed his phone and hung up and shut it off. Then he broke it in two and placed it on the counter again.
Ludwig took his wet clothes off and just tossed them in the laundry bin and thought he was going to get some time to relax when the home phone began to ring. His eye twitched in annoyance and he shook his head. This was going to be a short shower like always.
"Beilschmidt residence, Gilbert speaking. Oh, hallo Italy~ West? He's taking a shower I wouldn't bother him. Why? I don't think he feels very good. Sure you can come over, I think that'd cheer him up, kesesesese. Cya later then. Tchüss!"
Gilbert hung up and walked upstairs and knocked on the bathroom door.
"Oi, West! Italy is coming over! Come on out and get dressed!"
Gilbert shouted and waited as he heard the shower turn off and watched as the door was opened, very slowly and all he saw his little brother's angry face.
"Why are you pouting? You like him don't you?"
That was it Gilbert just crossed the line.
"Like him? Like… him? I FUCKING HATE THAT CRYBABY! I DON'T WANT HIM AROUND ME! IT'S TERRIBLE ENOUGH THAT I HAVE TO DEAL WITH THE SHITHEAD AT EVERY FUCKING MEETING! I DON'T WANT HIM IN MY FUCKING HOUSE!"
Ludwig shouted and shoved his brother aside and stomped off to his room, clinging to the towel around his waist and slammed his bedroom door shut and locked it. Gilbert stood there, blinking in surprise and turned his head to the stairs, as there was a knock on the door. He walked downstairs and opened the door.
"Feliciano? That was fast. Come in!"
Gilbert said with a smile, not taking his brother's words seriously.
"Ve~ Grazie Gilbert! How about I make Luddy some pasta? Do you think that would make him feel better?"
"Ja, I think so! He's being a little over dramatic right now. The pasta will do him some good."
Gilbert said and smiled at the brunette and walked with him into the kitchen to prepare the meal.
Ludwig angrily dried himself off and put on his pajamas. He wasn't getting dressed. He wasn't going to go out there. He didn't want Italy in his house. Why couldn't his brother understand it?
"The world would be a better place if I weren't here. I don't care anymore, I can't take it anymore!"
The blond growled. He wanted to punch someone and see tears and blood. He knew very well who he wanted to punch, the annoying Italian in his kitchen. Ludwig could smell the pasta. He growled and ran both hands through his hair and pulled on it. He wanted to scream, he wanted to shout, and he just wanted to yell! Germany blinked and dropped his hands and walked over to his desk and opened the top drawer and took out his .45 caliber gun, he took out all six bullets and put one in again.
How should he do this? Through the mouth or right in the temple? Or maybe, right between the eyes? Should he leave a note? No, no fucking note. Let it be a wonder why he did it. Ludwig narrowed his eyes and sat down at his desk. He had been forced to get a facebook by his brother, he deactivated it right away. He also deactivated his twitter account.
"There."
He muttered and took the gun again… then started to think, wouldn't that be too messy? Why was he caring about that? He wasn't the one that had to clean it up! He got up from his desk and sat on his bed, looking out the window, placing the gun by his temple. Ludwig took one last deep breath before pulling the trigger.
BANG!
Gilbert and Feliciano looked up at the same time but Gilbert was faster to react then Feliciano and bolted up the stairs and to his brother's room, kicking the door down and seeing his brother already starting to fade.
"WEST!"
- 30 minutes later on the news around the world -
"-The country of Germany is dramatically falling apart, no one knows why or how as the people are fleeing to neighboring countries as massive earthquakes shake the country and threaten to destroy it-"
- 1 hour later -
"- As you can see, as we fly over what once was Berlin, the city burns and houses collapse as the land collapses underneath. Massive rock- and mudslides have closed many roads and killed over 10,000 people. Scientists and Geologists have no clue what could be causing this tragedy-"
- In France -
Gilbert knocked on his friends' door, the door opened after a while.
"Gilbert, I've been watching the news w-"
"West killed himself."
Gilbert chocked, his eyes watering and his tears ran down a stained path.
"Italy and I barely got out in time."
The albino added and looked over to the red sports car, to the crying Italian in the passenger seat.
"Mon dieu! That's…horrible…why?"
Francis asked, stepping out of his house and walking to the car, helping the Italian inside. Gilbert had walked inside, taking his shoes off and just flopping down on the couch and cried, hugging a pillow.
"I don't know!"
Gilbert cried as Francis came into the living room, steadying Feliciano.
- 1 month later in Paris -
"So, it's settled then. Gilbert, you are hereby restated as a country. Choose your name."
England spoke and looked at the albino who stood in the middle of the room.
"Humph, why should I accept?"
Gilbert asked with a raspy voice.
"You… don't want to be a country again?"
Arthur replied and the room was silent for about 15 minutes.
"Not without West. He didn't leave anything behind. I don't know why he killed himself. But I can guess. I think it's time, I fade away too."
Gilbert said, not looking up to see the others faces.
"But, mon ami, what are we going to do with-"
"I DON'T GIVE A SHIT! TAKE THE FUCKING LAND! FIGHT OVER IT! YOU BASTARDS COULDN'T LET HIM FORGET! WHAT THE HELL MAKES YOU THINK I WANT TO BE HERE WITHOUT HIM? I ONLY STAYED FOR HIM!"
Gilbert shouted and finally looked at everyone and their shocked faces.
"You think I didn't know? Ludwig had had enough. And so have I. I'm not taking that land. You fuckers find something to do with it. Let Denmark expand himself, hell, why the fuck don't you all just expand yourselves? First come, first serve. Get a little colony of your own, who the hell cares?"
The former nation growled out and glared at the nations before him. If he wanted to fade away so much and just leave, why wasn't he? The room was quiet for over an hour when Gilbert decided to speak again.
"Fine, I'll take the land. It's mine anyway, I can't fade. I can't. New Prussia."
He said simply and the other nations nodded and spoke their words, putting New Prussia on the map.
"West… I will find you again. I will do a better job."
Gilbert whispered to himself as he left the parliament building, as a nation once again.