**Warning - Direct references to the Holocaust. **
War.
War never changes.
Yes, the instruments of war change. Form swords to guns to nuclear bombs.
But war?
No.
Men still kill other men.
Women still worry about the fate of their husbands and their children.
Children are still taught how to kill each other.
Because of war.
And now... war is my fault.
It's all my fault.
For not helping my own people.
For the Nazis.
For World War Two.
For Hitler.
For The Holocaust.
All. My. Fault.
Even Italy has ran from me.
Hes part of the Allies now.
I don't blame him.
I don't blame any of them.
Expect Russia.
He wants to take my brother away from me.
Gilbert is the only reason I'm still sane.
With out him I will completely lose myself.
Hitler wants to invade Poland next, and if it wasn't for Prussia I would be all for his plans.
A knock at the door startled me out of my thoughts.
I stole a glance at the wall clock and realized two things. The first was that no man would dare bother me at this hour. The second was that I had been standing there for two hours thinking.
I walked stiffly to the door before opening it.
To my surprise, it was Prussia standing in the hallway outside my door.
I felt a stab of guilt when I saw the bloody bandages wrapped around the right side of his head.
He looked up at me with an expression I couldn't place.
And then he hugged me.
I felt my self stiffen.
The last time we hugged was when I was shorter than he was.
Then came the realization.
He was sent there to kill me.
I relaxed.
I was... happy.
Happy that I was going to die.
Happy that the war was going to be over.
Happy knowing that Gilbert was going to have a chance at life.
I felt the barrel of a gun being pressed to the back of my head.
Ludwig smiled, and welcomed death with open arms.
-AN-
Part two to my one shot (now two shot)
If you can't tell by now it's Prussian Bullets from the view of Germany.
Constructive criticism Welcomed.