Anger hate. These are the best words to describe the feelings in the air.

"No Germany you where the one to tell me do it!" Kiku's voice was filled with anger.

"Nein mein führer did. He is dead now, und I cannot make you do something. our actions are, are own. I know I did things, bad things. Things that not cannot be taken back. I hurt so many, but that doesn't mean I don't regret it! I hated myself for what I did! Because of my actions I have no slept, or eaten for days."

I looked away a tear escaping. I took a deep breath before saying. "Look Kiku, i'm sorry. I did something wrong. I just... I wanted to help! My people, my country starving! Because of my actions. I know I should have never joined. Austria-Hungary begged me. Said they would fall without my help. A strong nation by their side to help fight off the enemy. But they did fall, and left me to take the blame. I refused to be the only one to take the blame this time. I had you, Italy, Russia for a short while, and others by my side. What happened to your people is tragic, but I am not America. I did not drop those bombs on your people. I will not take the blame this time... Not alone."

I could feel the anger hot in my chest burning like a fire deep within. Feliciano silently walked over wrapping his arms around me. "I'm sorry doitsu." I could feel the hot tears against my chest. "Let's end this anger, we are all responsible, let us act as such."

Kiku was silent, but bowed than walked away. Bruder left as well to go talk to him. I looked down at the small Italian, weakly smiling. I softly whispered "I forgive you Feliciano, I know it wasn't your fault." The small Italian smiled hugging me tighter.

That night sleep was the best I have had in months since the war ended. Things where finally looking up for me, or so I thought. That is when the news was delivered. The start of it all.

"The Kingdom of Prussia is being dissolved, and becoming East Germany which will now be owned by the USSR or Russia."

England stood before me as I read the words. America was busy cleaning up the bodies left from "my damage" Japan's actually... Russia was getting things ready, and France was in the hospital. That one was my fault actually.

Tears, anger that is all I could feel.

"Nein... NEIN! he is all I have left you can't take him from me now!"

"We can, and we are Germany. He helped in the war and the malice of all those people. He is just as guilty as you are! America, France, China and I rule you now. The USSR owns East."

I couldn't believe it! They are taking away all that is important! England's eyes where a cold green color.

"You have no right to fight against this Germany, this is the price you both must pay for starting this horrible war. Good day."

With that he handed me a piece of paper signed by all the Allies before walking away. I fell to the ground tears filling my eyes like hot fire.

"Hey Bruder! Did you drink the last bie- Ludwig?"

Quickly standing up I rushed over to Gilbert hugging him tightly.

"Luddy? Was ist das?"

Ludwig followed his stare to the crumpled letter. He quickly snatched it up before Gilbert could see the text written on it.

"Nothing Gil... nothing."

That night Ludwig begged the Prussian to stay with him. So he did, glad Ludwig had finally started excepting his help.

"Guten nacht bruder."

Gilbert kissed the German's forehead softly drifting to sleep in the German's arms.

I woke up to the sudden crashing sound coming from the front door. I reached under my pillow just to find nothing, I than remembered that Gilbert took away my gun scared I would try something. Trying to wake up Gilbert was like waking the dead. Impossible.

"Bruder come on, wake up bitte..." There was panic in my voice as I shook him trying to wake him up. He slowly came to groggy.

"Was?"

He was still half asleep, but adrenaline rushed through me, then suddenly my closed door was open, light flooded my room. Trying to blink away the light I felt cold strong hands now on my throat, the silhouette was tall, with light hair.

"I came for what is rightfully mine."

My blood ran cold when I realized just who the voice belonged to. Gilbert was now fully awake confused.

"What the hell are you doing here? Communist bastard!"

He was here for Gil. No this couldn't be happening... not now!

"Bruder... r-run!"

My voice sounded so weak, and hoarse. The Russian's hands where cold against my neck, strong with power. I swung my fist coming in contact with the hard face of the Russian, he threw me against a wall hard, darkness flooded my vision as I passed out.

Ivan smirked knowing he had taken down the great threat.

"You are mine now.

Gilbert fought, gott why did he put all the weapons in the lock box? Ivan knocked him out throwing him over his shoulder before heading back to Russia.

Hours later I woke, it was dark outside but my clock read pm. I had been out all day? Groaning I sat up.

"Bruder?"

The memories flooded back like a bad hang over.

"BRUDER!"

Stumbling I got up looking around. He was gone. He was gone! I ran to his room looking around. I threw myself against his bed breathing in his scent. There was no way I could get to Russia's house without being found. He would be expecting me... Tears flowed down my eyes. Clutching a pillow tightly. I wasn't sure how long I stayed like this. broken, beaten. That is when the phone rang.

"Hallo?" My voice was shaky.

"Bruder! Gott finally! I must hurry the bastard will be back soon. I need you to find the key in my hidden book, and get the weapons from the lock box, come sa-"

There was a loud crash, than a voice cold as ice came to the phone.

"I will break him, and if you attemp to save him... He will finally re-unit with his good old Fritz."

The line went dead after that. Good old Fritz? Gott he would kill bruder if I tried saving him! I... I can't. Bruder may be in pain, but if I go to save him... Standing up was like learning to walk for the first time, legs like jello. I found the book. "The Great Prussian Empire, and it's leaders."

"Oh bruder..."

Inside the cover was the key, grabbing it I studied it for hours. Finally I went and grabbed the lock box. Inside was razors, and my favorite knife. It was one bruder gave me. I sat on the bed studying it. The silver blade so taunting. The first was shallow. A small red line, I repeated the action getting deeper every cut. I would learn later that it was 52 cuts all together. I passed out from blood loss, breathing in bruder's scent.

"Ve will he be okay?"

"He will be fine, potatoe bastard worrying my fratellino."

"The cuts where deep... 52 of them?"

"If he falls we all fall..,"

I woke up to voices. The first one was... I'm not sure but they all sounded so familiar. ? That sounded... soft, feminine. He falls we all fall sounded like a aristocrat I know.

"Ludwig wake up..."

That soft voice again. Opening one eye I see brown hair, with a flower. Opening the other the faces become more clear.

"Lizzy?"

The face smiled. "Good morning."

I woke up arm burning in pain. I... I sliced it that's right.

"Easy, I need to bandage this." The Hungarian smiled wrapping my arm.

"ve doitsu what happened?"

The soft voice, why was everything so fuzzy? I grabbed my head with my good arm.

"Bruder..."

Rodrich came over nodding. "We saw..."

Ludwig looked at him confused, he than pointed to the window, in the distance a tall gray thing could be seen.

"They built that, to keep us out and them in."

Ludwig than realized what he was seeing. A wall. Tall, gray, and cold.

"Nein... NEIN BRUDER!"

A wall? To keep me out, und bruder in... My world went black again, a needle slipping from my arm.

Author's note: This chapter was inspired by a series of two very real events. One being history, the other being from a special someone. You know who you are bruder... ich liebe dich! Promise things will get happier, review! I want to know how you feel.

~Hungary_chan

P.S Bruder... EAT!