The air was quiet. Nothing dared to stir, but that was no reason for one to let down their guard. Stars sparkled in the blanket that was the night and the moon acted like a search light for the Prussian soldiers. Each had their fingers on the trigger, guns ready to fire at will as they stood silently at their posts ready for anything with one foot in their graves. Inside, a little girl with light blond hair sat at the feet of Germany, her green eyes glistening as she stared in the fire.
"West-kun? Vill Prussia save me from being taken?" She whispered.
He reached down and patted her head in attempt to comfort her.
"He said he vould, so I hold all my trust in him to keep you safe."
Just then a loud explosion shook the floor and Berlin crawled on Germany's lap for safety. The fight had begun and only he was there to fight for her. He looked up the stairs and watched as soldiers from the halls rush into the main room to the front door to meet the enemy.
"Berlin, I vant you to hide in your room. Take Berlitz vith you, but vhatever you do, no matter vhat you hear, don't make a sound, okay?"
Although she was scared to death, the little capital didn't show any signs of crying. Germany called the big German Shepherd over and made sure Berlin stayed by the dog's side up to her room. The moment the sirens began to blare as a signal of an invasion, he took to arms and didn't wait for Prussia to race down the stairs. The mines that had been planted in random places were set off, but not in the way he had planned. Dead bodies were strung all on the ground, true, however they weren't of the enemies. Looking closer he saw they were their past deceased soldiers of previous battles.
"Mein Gott...vhat zhe hell?" He muttered and looked up in time to dodge a bullet from enemy fire.
Crouching under a tall rock, he checked his gun for ammunition. There were a little, but enough to protect himself. Once the sputters of the guns were silenced for a moment, he quickly swung out of his hiding place and blindly pulled the trigger. The shouts of pain indicated that he had got one. They returned fire and he rolled back to his safe place. The doors of the big house burst open and Prussia stood with a gun in hand and a smile on his face.
"No need to worry! Zhe great Prussia is here to save you all!" He cried and took aim, abruptly shooting a few times.
"You idiot now isn't zhe time for your grand entrance! The enemy has invaded our home!" Germany growled.
"Vhere is Berlin?"
"Safe, she's hiding vith Berlitz."
"Zhen there's nothing to worry about." He took a grenade from his belt and ripped the safety from the top.
Prussia tossed it to where a group of soldiers stood and ducked into the same hiding spot with Germany. Almost immediately he rose from his place and continued fighting with all his power that Germany was taken aback at the strength he put forward. Soon flashes of guns going off, bullets whistling in the air, grenades blowing up chunks of earth as well as people in every direction, and many brave souls falling where they stand was all that was left. Prussia began to panic on the inside once they pushed forward closer to the house when Germany touched his arm.
"We have to meet zhem in zhe middle or else zhey vill corner us like rats."
Agreeing the brothers mixed in with their army and rushed into battle. Prussia reached for his sword, but it was shot out of his hand by a mysterious silhouette at the other side of the fighting crowd. The murky outline blew the smoke from his gun and smirked.
"Well well, zhe day has finally come zhat I finally know what you look like, Prussia."
"I could say the same to you, Kyrussia, although I would rather see you on the ground begging for your life!" He paused as the gun was replaced with a sword aimed for his throat.
"We shall see about zhat."
In one swift movement, Prussia fell to his knees and in time to keep the blade as far away as possible from his head. He blocked out the sounds of the cries and rumblings of the outside world and concentrated only on his main enemy, the country who called himself Kyrussia. A sliver of silver light winked in his face as shadows of the soldiers blocked and revealed the reflection of the moon on his own sword. With an outstretched hand he lunged for it and got up onto his feet once his fingers laced around the handle.
A metallic clang sung out through the gun shots as the two nations collided, both out for the blood of the other. Only when Frederick began to fight as well did Prussia turn and nearly get his face nicked by the tip of Kyrussia's blade.
"My king! Do not get too close!" He cried.
"I will do what it takes to save my people und help you any way I can, Preu
ßen." Frederick declared.
A ragged laugh startled them as they turned to face a black-haired woman.
"Toshina, I would recommend you be careful." Kyrussia muttered.
"Nonsense! I intend on seeing this foolish excuse for a king lay in his own blood!" The woman drew her gun and pointed at Frederick. "Zhis will be mine soon enough!"
"Old Man Fritz!" Prussia dropped his sword as the bullet was released from the gun.
With all the speed he could muster, Prussia pushed the king out of the way and took the shot in his shoulder. Toshina watched as he once again dropped to his knees, blood seeping through his cloak.
"What a shame, I could have used you." She growled.
"Gilbert!" Frederick went to his country's side and took his own weapon from its holster on his waist and shot Toshina.
Unfortunately, the bullet missed her, but instead shot Kyrussia in the leg. He screamed in pain and dropped to the ground in agony.
"Go my queen! Leave before you get wounded!" He shouted.
"Zhat would mean our defeat, Kuro, I can't leave you here."
"I would rather it be our loss than your death, now go!"
Toshina backed away and gave Frederick one last glare before calling for a retreat. The Kyrussians fell back and soon disappeared into the night, leaving but a handful of Prussian soldiers in their wake. Once again everything was silent as if the fight never happened. Prussia coughed up some blood before smiling up at his king.
"We...we did it...didn't we, Old Man Fritz?" His voice was soft, but still energetic.
"Ja, we protected Berlin." He held his country's head in his lap.
"Gilbert! Vhat happened to you?" Germany ran up to his brother's side.
"It's just a scratch, Ludwig, nothing much." A violent cough rattled his body. "Berlin..."
"She's vaiting for your return. Come, we must get you medical assistance."
Germany helped Prussia to his feet, gently putting his brother's arm around his shoulder and slowly walked back to the house. The sun of dawn began to peek through the dark as a sign of a new day that, at the same time, revealed the devastation the war left. They had resisted the reign of the Kyrussian Empire as well as capturing it, but the memory continued to hang in the blood-red morning sky.
