I do not own hetalia, never did and never will, this is just written out of pure enjoyment. Enjoy!

The beautiful sound of a piano could be heard from Belgium's home. The sound was so lovely it pulled Germany out of the house, thinking it was Austria playing at her house. The song was nothing like he had heard before. The sound echoed, slow and soft, it fitted the falling snow of winter. He stared at the light blue home with white trim. Christmas lights hung from the roof. The smell of hot chocolate and sweets followed the wind as he stood there. Breathing in the sweet smells of her home. It was diffrent some how this year he said to himself.

Belgium had been gone for almost a year. This was a new country, this was Kingdom of Belgium. He took in another deep breath as the warmer air drifting from her windows, carrying a scent of peppermint and chocolate. Ludwig stuffed his hands in his pockets. He didn't want to meet the new Belgium, not that he wanted to be rude, it was just so much had happened between the woman he knew and him. He closed his eyes as a knot developed in his stomach. He gritted his teeth. This wasn't fair he thought. Ludwig shook his head. He didn't even feel the cold creeping up on the nape of his neck, causing goose pimples. He was reminded of all the things he wanted to say to the woman of his past but now it was to late. Anger swelled inside of him, replacing the sorrow that was in his heart. He wasn't mad at her, it was himself. He was such an idiot, to wait this long to say something. Ludwig fought back the anger and his face softened as he looked up to the sky.

The music continued as he reached for a snow flake falling. He stared at the melting flake on his calloused finger. It reminded him of so much. His dark blue eyes gazed upon the flake as it melted away into a drop of water. It was their friendship. It was strong in the beginning and melted into nothing but just a drop that fell to the ground. He took in a cold, jagged breath. Ludwig hated moments like this. Mixed memories pulled at his heart strings. His chest hurt and it wasn't from breathing in all the cold air. Germany lowered his head and ran his fingers through is blonde hair, his bangs falling forward a little.

"Bruder! Are you just going to stand there are you coming inside?" A platinum haired albino leaned in the door way with his arms crossed. His red eyes pierced through the wall of white snow like red fire. "Traurig." Germany looked back at the small house, shoving his hands in his pockets. His brother sighed and walked out there, laying a firm hand on his back, knocking off the some of the snow that built up on Ludwig's shoulders. Germany grunted at the firm pat.

"It's different isn't it", Prussia asked. Germany nodded. Prussia sighed. "Is that the stupid aristocrat playing?" Ludwig shrugged his shoulders. "I'm pretty sure, from the sounds of it, it is." Ludwig's voice was simple and flat. Prussia taking an opportunity to satisfy his curiosity about this new Kingdom of Belgium volunteered to go grab him for dinner. Germany wanted to go but the tug at his stomach pervented him. His feet even felt like lead. Ludwig did find the strength to turn back towards his house and go inside. He felt uncomfortable about leaving Gilbert to go to her house but the past is the past. Besides Austria was there, he thought.

Prussia came up to her white door sheltered from the the snow by a small entry way cover. The white trim slightly reflected the mutli colored lights from the various decorations. He knocked but no answer, the piano just kept playing a beautiful tune. Prussia smiled as he let himself in. It's been sixty six years since he had been in this particular house. A hard lump developed in his throat as he looked around. Everything was the same. His heart stopped as echos of screams and loud voices came back in his mind. It was like it happened yesturday. He had a hard time taking the next step. Gilbert's stomach twisted. He felt very nauseated and slightly dizzy. His head spun.

Gilbert took in a deep, uneven breath and let it out slowly. His hand shook but he was able to control it. He took in how awesome he was to be able to step in this house again. He walked up the stairs, passing by pictures of Netherlands and Belgium, Romano and Antonio, Romano and Belgium and various others. They seemed to stare at him as he walked by them. Gilbert thought he must be really losing his mind to be doing this. His hands began to sweat as he crept up to the wooden door with light peering from the edges. The piano music became louder. It wasn't just a faint beautiful tune, it was a slow, sad song, in full volume. Memories of Belgium ran through his mind, her smile, her eyes, it was all coming back. Even the painful reminders of why he never came back to his place. He clenched his jaw and got himself under control.

He opened up the door to see a woman dressed in a red velvet dress sitting on the bench. Her hair was a bright golden blonde, shoulder lenght, her golden curls bounced with each movement. The woman had a red bow in her hair matching her candy apple red dress. The velvet dress firmly stuck to her body as he played. Her skirt was neatly tucked under her. She didn't realize he was there. His red eyes scanned the lovely form. Was this the new Belgium, he wondered. He swallowed hard trying to push back any emotion that was swelling inside of him. His mouth went dry as he realized his answer. He felt his knees get weak and his stomach do flips. Gilbert froze. He watched her play. His mind froze with the rest of his body. Prussia's chest hurt as his heart started beating harder. He had to escape but couldn't find the strength, as his awesomeness disapeared.

Belgium turned around as she felt a cool breeze caress her cheek. She smiled so lovely he thought. Her face was the Belgium he knew, but this one had beautiful curls that bounced around her face and she looked a little younger. Her eyes were a dark emerald green, they shined so brightly and so perfectly he thought. He dropped to his knees in shock. She was still Belgium. "Are you ok, mon ami?" Her vioce had a touch of a french accent. Prussia thought maybe god had punished him, reminding him of all the horrible things he'd done. Her face would forever remain in his thoughts but this... this.. this is what god wanted, he wanted him to see her physically. Like a ghost brought back to life.

He found the strength to move as she got up and touched his shoulder to see if he was alright. Prussia stood up so fast his head spun slightly. He quickly apologized and ran down the stairs. Belgium was so shocked by it all that she didn't know what to say or do. She knew her neighbors were a bit odd but this was on a different level. She went to her window as her door slammed shut. The tall, white haired, man ran over to his house. She sighed. Belgium had a glimmer of hope that she would have some company. She guessed not by the reaction she recieved just then. She went back to her piano and played a mournful tune, that reflected how lonely she was in her house. Each key reflected how badly she wanted someone to talk to.

Everyone avoided her like the plague. When she was around, they walked on egg shells. She sighed as she continued to play. Belgium wondered what was everyone's deal. Why did they do that? She was frightened to find out why, was there such a horrible secret that everyone knew about her. At the meetings she would only get a glance and a smile. No words were ever spoken. Everyone just talked over her or forgot that she was even there. She found this life very hard already. Christmas was coming up and she figured she was going to have to spend it alone.

The dutch that was her predecessor's brother was even busy as she invited him over. The tune became sadder. She wanted so bad for her first Christmas to be nice and filling but that wasn't going to happen. France, her neighbor, was holding a Christmas party and yet didn't invite her. She had no clue what the German's were doing but due to the reaction she just recently recieved she wasn't going to be going over there any time soon. She sighed again.

Prussia came through the door abruptly and immediatly went for the Berentzen Apfelkorn in the liquor cabnet. He walked off into his room, looking even more pale than usual. Germany went to ask him what's wrong but curses and asking God why bellowed through the door. Ludwig knew at that moment. Glass broke against the wall as the Prussian lost his temper in the room. His curses got louder as the hour passed and more things broken.

Germany finally knocked on his door when his brother grew quiet. His brother was sobbing on the floor. Ludwig carefully walked over to him. "Are you alright?" He laid a gentle hand on his brother's head who craddled his knees to his chest, red in the face, and tears streaming down his cheeks. "She looks like her, exactly like her", Prussia angrly spoke up. His face twisted and his red eyes looked into the floor boards as if they were looking at something or someone else. His brother's sniffles sounded pathetic but he understood where he was coming from. Germany stood there looking down at him, his brother finally looking up towards him. "She's beautiful and perfect you know? She plays the piano and ... and..." His brother paused, making an expression he knew all to well. Prussia dropped the bottle and his body went limp. His brother passed out.

Ludwig took in a deep sigh. "This is the reason I didn't want to go over there", he said softly and sympathetically. Ludwig noticed a red dress and blonde hair pass by a window in her house. He couldn't help but to look through his brothe's window. His window faced her kitchen and he saw her. Beautiful she was and perfect. Just like he remembered. Ludwig touched the cold glass windowpane. He held his breath. Her ivory skin was smooth and her cheeks full of color. His blue eyes blinked. Ludwig feeling the swelling in his stomach closed the windows. He knew the pain his brother was going through and the guilt. He expelled a jagged breath. Ludwig had a dreaded feeling that this was just the beginning and it wasn't going to be easy, not for anyone. May God have mercy on us all... , he quietly thought as he left the room.