I received a review from a very nice person a few days ago, who told me this chapter was completely glitched out. I took a look at it and.. Jup.. Glitched out... So I tried it a second time...

Here it is (notes included), I hope you enjoy:

Und I'm back from the dead... It took me a while to finish this thing. My mom and I moved to a new house so yeah...
Wish me luck...

He couldn't even feel the icy cold wind slamming against his face anymore. He didn't even care about his own chances of catching a cold. There was nothing that mattered to him anymore, except for his little brother Ludwig. Every passing second felt like ages for the concerned Prussian. He held his brother tightly, his head resting against the other's chest. He was as light as a feather, his ribcage visible if someone were to take off his thin shirt. His eyes looked emotionless, yet sleepy, the bright blue color being replaced by a grey one. Those eyes of his little brother now looked the same as those of an elderly blind lady Gilbert had encountered more than 50 years ago, when he had gotten himself lost somewhere in Northern Europe - Gilbert couldn't even remember the country - and the woman took him in for the night. He could still see her slightly trembling hands and her kind and loving smile. She had cared for him as if her own son had presented himself at the door.

No less than a week later, Gilbert returned for the woman with more food she could have wished for, but what he found was an empty house. He'd assumed she had gone out and would return, but after a day of waiting, the woman still hadn't returned. Gilbert found himself worried. The door was unlocked when he arrived here..

He had never found the strange woman. Now, more than 50 years later, searching had no use either. The woman had to be at least 75 when Gilbert had met her and he'd never heard of a person turning 125 years old.

''Luddie,'' he whispered, trying to focus on the muddy road in front of him, but finding it hard to do so. The boy in his arms didn't answer. Occasionally he would let a small pained sound escape his throat.

It could've been only hours, but it felt like they had been traveling for days when they finally reached the manor which was home to Roderich and Elizabeta. Gilbert carefully slid off his horse with the young boy clutched to his chest. His boots made a squishy sound when they were forced into the mud and Gilbert almost instantly felt the cold liquid pouring inside of them. He didn't pay attention to it, though, because there was no one more important to him than his brother. It amused him to see how different he and his brother were in so many different ways. For example: Gilbert was always the one to speak, even when he wasn't asked to. Mostly when he wasn't asked to.. Ludwig almost never spoke, only when he was asked something, and even then his answers were mostly just a nod or merely one sentence long. There were also a few things they had in common, like how they would never give up until they had reached their ultimate goal. Gilbert always guessed it runs in the family… Except for Roderich, because he gave up after his first try failed. He never understood why Elizabeta loved him so much.. She had rejected his love before and had chosen Roderich over him multiple times. After all that time, Gilbert had moved on. The rejections and jealousy didn't matter anymore.

With every step he took, the Prussian could feel the grip of his younger brother on his neck and shoulders get weaker and weaker. He was scared, to say the least. His younger brother had been a strong empire for quite some time now, but his grip on his own land started to get neglected. He'd lost his iron grip, his intimidating strength. Gilbert had suspected it was because of this girl Ludwig really liked for a while now, but he was never sure. He remembered Ludwig sneaking out just so he could see the little mysterious girl who turned out to live with Roderich and Elizabeta in the end. What was her name again? Felicia? Something like that.. He couldn't remember. Elizabeta had mentioned her once before, but that was a long time ago. She had left the couple a while ago to live with her older sibling and his caretaker, but neither of the German siblings knew that.

Although he didn't show it, Gilbert knew his little brother was still not over her, but he thought maybe he'd get a chance to see her while they were here. Maybe it would help him get better.

The enormous wooden front door opened to reveal the face of a woman with beautiful green eyes which reflected the weak light of a candle she held in her hand flawlessly. Her long brown hair decorated her fair face like shiny waterfalls. All those little things about her made Gilbert want to reach out and run his hands through the soft brown locks. She didn't seem to notice the little boy wrapped up in a big green cloak the Prussian was holding in his arms and almost closed to door on them until Ludwig let out a small cry. She craned her neck to look at the figure in the albino's arms to confirm her thoughts. When she saw the boy, in a condition worse than she could ever imagine, she almost pulled the two brothers inside. Just when Elizabeta and Gilbert reached the large stairs, her Austrian husband Roderich called from the first floor, asking her who was at the door. Hurried footsteps came down the stairs, revealing Elizabeta's dear husband. His eyes seemed to pop out of their sockets when he saw the little boy Gilbert clutched to his chest.

Roderich and Gilbert had never liked each other very much, but when push came to shove they were always more than glad to help each other.

That was that..
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