"…"Austria just sat there in confusion. When had Gilbert ever listened to a word anyone said to him? Austria was worried…yes, actually worried about his albino acquaintance. As he pondered this, the door to the piano room suddenly opened.
"Would you like some lunch, Roderich?" Hungary asked as she wiped her hands on her apron.
"…"Austria just stared blankly at her.
"What's wrong? Did something happen?" She questioned and ran up to the man's side.
"Elizabeta," he said as he turned to the Hungarian woman who was now on his other side.
"Yes?"
"Is anything important going on today?"
"Not that I can think of," she replied after several moments of thinking. "Why? What happened?"
"Well, Prussia just came in and proclaimed it was an important day today. I told him nothing was going on today and asked him to leave, to which he replied 'okay', and left, just like that!" He explained and gave a worried look.
"You mean he didn't bother you or anything? He just left?" She questioned him, not quite believing what she had just heard.
"Yes," he nodded, confirming the Hungarian's fears.
"I can't think of anything. Why don't you call Ludwig; he might know," she suggested.
"That's a good idea," he answered and got up to walk over to the phone hanging on the wall.
"Hello, Ludwig?"
"Yes, who is speaking?"
"It's me, Austria. I was wondering—"
"I apologize in advance for anything brüder did."
"No…It's just, is anything special about today?"
"Not that I can think of, why?"
"No reason; just had a feeling."
"Alright then. Auf wedersehen."
"Danke, goodbye."
Austria hung up the phone, sighed, and turned to Elizabeta. "He says he doesn't know."
"Oh, why didn't you tell him about why you wanted to know about today and about Prussia?" She asked curiously.
"You may have never noticed it, but Prussia doesn't like to seem weak, especially around his brother. I was afraid that if I had told Ludwig, he would have questioned the Prussian, crushing the albino's pride even more." He explained and gave and exasperated look. "Now what?"
"Well, you could call France or Spain, they are his best friends." She shrugged, unsure of what to do in such an unusual situation.
"Yes! Why didn't I think of that?" Austria mentally slapped himself and picked up the phone, dialing Spain's number. He was easier to deal with.
"¡Hola! ¿De parte de quién?"
"Hello Spain, it's Austria."
"Oh, hello, Austria! What's up?"
"I wanted to know if today held significance of any sort. Particularly to Gilbert."
"Today, to Prusia? Not that I can think of."
"Oh, thanks for try—"
"Antonio, who is that, mon ami?" Austria heard a voice on the other side ask.
"Austria, he wants to know if today means anything special to Gil."
"To Prusse? Not that I can think of."
"Okay! Thanks for trying, Francis! As you heard, neither of us can think of anything that could be going on today. Lo siento."
"That's quiet alright. Thank you for trying."
"Anything to help! Especially if it means something to Gil."
"Goodbye."
"Adios."
"They didn't know anything either." Austria sighed and sat down, cradling his head in his arms. "I've never seen him like that. I'm scared." Roderich admitted and bit his bottom lip. "I don't know what to do."
"Why don't we go and chase after him?" Hungary suggested as she pat the Austrian on the back.
"Yes, maybe then we can get some answers." Austria said and stood up, grabbing his jacket and throwing open the front door as he and Hungary frantically rush out. Please be okay.
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"No one cares about me, or bothers to remember me. My life is so pointless if all I feel day in and out is a surreal numbness, as if I don't belong." Prussia declared and slammed his beer onto the table. "I bet if I were to die right now, no one would notice, let alone care!" He shouted and suddenly grew quiet, grabbing his head with his hands and pulling them down into his arms. "No one would care…. So what's the point in living anymore?" He whispered and got up from his seat, heading towards his room.
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"Here we are, the park. He said he wanted to come here." Austria sat down and panted, taking a rest.
"Are you alright?" Germany asked. They had picked him up when he noticed someone running behind a tree from the area they were training in. After instructing Italy and Japan to go home, he questioned the duo, and after learning of the situation decided to come with them.
"Come on, let's go look for him, sí?" Spain said and looked around the area.
"Yes, before he does something stupid. Prusse, we're sorry, please come back!" France shouted as he and Spain raced off to find their lost friend. They had joined the when they were walking around Austria, looking for the Prussian themselves anyway. After learning of the full situation they explained that the tone of voice Austria used tipped them off and they immediately went to look for their third member.
"I can't believe we forgot what today is," Hungary said and sadly gazed around the crowded park.
The group of five had been running, on their way to the park, when Hungary, who was leading them, bumped into someone.
"Oh my, I'm sorry, are you alright?" She asked and helped the man up.
"Yes, don't worry about it." The man replied and stood up, brushing himself off. He turned to look at the Hungarian woman and smiled.
"Lithuania?" She questioned and looked warily at the young man.
"Yes, that's me." The man replied and nervously rubbed the back of his head with his forearm. "I'm sorry if I'm being nosy, but where are you headed off to in such a hurry?"
"Well, you see, today is an important day to Prussia but we forgot and he ran away. So, we decided to chase after him while trying to figure out what today is." She explained to the Lithuanian.
"And I had a bad feeling." France piped in.
"And France had a bad feeling, so, do you happen to know what today might be?" she asked and pointedly looked at Toris.
"Well, isn't today his birthday? January 18th?" He replied easily.
"His birthday? How could we have forgotten?" Hungary exclaimed and turned towards the others.
"I can't believe I forgot, and he calls me a friend. All I cared about was my piano…" Austria trailed off and looked down in shame.
"Yeah, we're his best friends and we forgot about it, and that can't just be overlooked." Spain said, but had a determined look on his face.
"Me…his own brüder… forgot his birthday, even though he always remembers mine. What kind of brother does that? I've also not been spending much time with him lately. I don't deserve to be his younger brother." Germany said and buried his face in his hands as his shoulders silently shook. "And now he's gone because of me and I may never see him again." Germany cried into his hands. Why hadn't he been paying any attention to his older brother?
"Come now, mon ami, we all have been neglecting him. But crying here isn't going to solve anything. Come, let's all go to the park and look for our Gilbert." France patted the younger nation on the back.
"Alright, you're right, let's go." Germany said as he sat up and wiped the tears from his eyes, a determined look on his face.
"Yes! Vaminos!" Spain shouted and started running towards the park, the others following close behind.
"Hey! Wait for me!" Austria shouted, but before, he raced off turned towards the Lithuanian. "Thank you for the help."
"You're welcome. Anything to help my brother," Lithuania brushed the thanks off with a wave of his hand.
"Brother? But Prussia… never mind." Austria said and raced after the others.
"Good luck!" Lithuania called after them then looked down. "And brother, please don't do anything rash, we don't want to lose you again." He whispered then looked at his watch. "Oh my! Look at the time! I better get back home before Mr. Ivan gets angry, again." At this the young man shivered and quietly made his way back home.
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"Since life isn't worth living anymore, why not just end it?" A voice called from deep inside the Prussian's mind.
"Yes, just end it. No one would give a damn anyway. In fact, I bet they would be overjoyed. And isn't that what I've always wanted? For them to be happy? Even if they have forgotten or hurt me I've always just wanted them to be happy. And if by ending my dark life brightens theirs, if even just a little, then I will gladly do just that." He said, and started to laugh hysterically, a creepy smile on his face. "Why don't I have a game with it then?" He questioned as he reached under his bed and pulled out a black case. "This should have everything I need in it." He said and flipped open the case, smirk still in place.
He pulled the cover up to reveal a variety of items. A pen, paper, a razor, a gun, and a bullet placed randomly in one cartridge. "Let's get started, shall we?" he questioned and picked up the razor. No need for the pen, he would just use a substitute; it was easier that way.
"He's not here, we searched the whole area." Spain informed the others, for once in complete serious mode.
"Where could he be?" Hungary worriedly questioned and looked to Germany for help.
"Maybe he's at home? We should hurry though; I have a bad feeling about this." He worried, and they were off again, heading to the Prussian's house in the former East Germany.
"There, that should be good enough." Prussia said as he put down the note he had been reading over. "I'm sure they'll appreciate this than if I used a pen, in fact, more than anything I've ever done! I'm finally being useful!" He shouted and raised his pale arms above as he closed his eyes, smile in place.
"Now, let's start the real fun." He said and picked up the discarded gun on his bed. "Time to play a little game, as Ivan would put it." Prussia said and smiled bitterly. Ah yes, Ivan, how could he forget.
Ivan, also known as Russia, had had control over Prussia for a long time. Gilbert closed his eyes and relished his memories. He thought back to when he had first been taken to Russia after his dissolution. He had a sad look on his face when he had first met the man since after the war. America had separated him and Germany and decided he would be the one to take the Prussian to the Russian. The trip had been silent, the only thing that occurred between the two to show that they acknowledged each other were the pitying looks the American occasionally flashed towards the other, smaller, man. The walk had seemed to drag on forever until they finally reached the Russian. For a few moments, they had all just stared at each other when silently, Prussia walked over to the other man. Russia smiled and grabbed his hand, leading the albino away from the American. Before he left, Prussia looked behind his shoulder once as the cries of his brother rang out, America was staring at him, regret pooling in his river colored eyes. After a few moments he seemed to notice the albino staring at him and quickly looked away, shame and regret for punishing an innocent man. Prussia had smiled back at him, then turned back in front of him, desperately trying to ignore his brother's shouts and pleas. He was prepared for what was to come, he would do it in his brother's place, and he could take it. Or so he thought.
But he had been wrong, the torture he had suffered at the hands of the Russian had been worse than any hell. Everyday being tortured until he begged for mercy, the rape, tears, pain, and through it all the only thing he could think of was his precious younger brother. He would pray for the boy, and talk to Gilbird, poor, poor Gilbird. The bird hadn't deserved to be trapped like Prussia was, his wings were not broken, and he deserved to be free. But through it all he stayed loyal to the Prussian and stayed by his side until the very end.
Prussia remembered clearly that fateful day, as if it had only just happened moments ago. He had been sitting in his "room", talking to his only companion, Gilbird, when Russia had entered.
"Hello, my little bird, how are we feeling today?" The giant mass of evil had asked after he had closed the door behind him, locking it tightly of course. We wouldn't want his precious little pet escaping, now would we?
It's too late now; the gun's set in place.
There's no time to think of escape
No one will save me, no one cares.
"Grrr…" Prussia had growled at the man and spat, "You should know you bastard, do I look 'fine' to you? No sane person could take your torture for long." Ivan had frowned at this statement and walked over to the albino.
"GDR, you have been acting very bad lately," He said as he continued to frown at the East German, "and bad children must be punished, yes?" his frown suddenly turned into a mad grin of twisted anticipation, like a child waiting for his new puppy to arrive home. He reached out, grabbing Gilbird from the Prussian's hands. "So, now you will be punished, да?"
"What are you doing to Gilbird? Leave him alone! He has done nothing to you!" Prussia had proclaimed and desperately reached out, trying to get his little ball of fur and companion back.
"Is he that important to you?" Russia asked and gave the yellow ball of fluff in his hands a little squeeze as the bird peeped helplessly in fear.
"Yes! Please! Give him back! I'll do anything!" Prussia begged and grabbed for his friend.
"Well, since you asked so nicely… no." Russia had giggled as he pulled out his signature water pipe, slamming it down on the German repeatedly, eventually knocking the man out after a particularly hard blow to the head.
"No…" Prussia weakly objected, and before he blacked out heard a sickening squelch and maniacal laughing.
When he came to, Gilbird was gone, and in his place was a puddle of blood and feathers. That was the first and only time Prussia ever cried while staying with the Russian.
"Let's get this game started then, shall we?" He said to no one and raised the gun to his head. "How did this game go again? Oh, right." He said as he thought, remembering from all times he had been forced to watch Russia play with the East Germans who had tried, and unsuccessfully, to escape. "One." He silently mouthed, "Click." He said as the pulled the trigger and listened for the roll of the barrel. Nope, not that one. Let's try again. As he pulled the trigger a second time, he thought of his friends and Austria. Those were fun times, but that belonged to the past, like himself. Another roll of the barrel. Nothing. Third time's the charm, I guess, he thought and pulled again, and suddenly his life flashed before his eyes, looking over the good and bad times of it. "Wait a second; all of those times were real and genuine, not fake! I change my mind! I don't want to die!" A voice from inside his head screamed. "Well, let's test that, then." Another voice inside his head retorted as he shifted his gaze to the doorway of his room. Nope, no one. Seems like nobody really does care. Oh well, it's too late anyway. "NO! Don't give up yet!" The voice shouted again. "It's too late; they don't really care anyway. You're wrong, it's over." He said aloud and suddenly a hot sensation was on the side of his head and he heard a loud bang in his ear, and suddenly he was falling. Falling, falling down to the ground. He glanced towards the door once more, the last flicker of hope with it; nobody. He gave a weak chuckle and closed his eyes, and suddenly HER face appeared in his mind. "Soon we will be together once again, my love." He mouthed and then everything turned black, the only sound in the now empty house was that of a body hitting the floor.
I put my finger on the trigger,
Count to three, say a last goodbye
This is the key
Pull the trigger
Suddenly, the door burst open.
"Did you hear that?" France asked as they neared the Prussian's home.
"It sounded like a gun being fired." Spain replied and nodded.
"Oh God, please, no." Hungary whispered and quickened her pace.
"Let's go." Germany ordered the others and they all chased after the Hungarian, desperate and hoping that their Prussia would be alright when they go there. Soon they all reached the door of the albino's house to see Hungary trying to push the door open in vain.
"I can't open it! It's stuck!" She yelled back and gave the door another hard ram of the shoulder.
"Move aside." Germany commanded and rammed his side into the door. "Nngh!" He grunted, but the door stayed put.
"We'll help." Spain said, France and Austria nodded in agreement. "Let's go! On three! Uno, dos, très!" Spain yelled, and they all rammed into the door, causing it to cave in.
"Where is he?" Austria yelled out in fear and frustration. Every second wasted could be a second too late.
"Let's split up. France, Spain, and I will check down here. You and Hungary check upstairs." Ludwig commanded, a certain tone of urgency in his voice, masking the worry and fear.
"We want to help, too." A voice said from the doorway of the apartment.
"Was! Italy, Romano, and Japan! What are you doing here?" Germany yelled out in surprise at the figures in the doorway.
"We would like to help Gilbert-san as well; he is also our friend," Japan said and walked next to France, who nodded at the other.
"Yeah, bastard, people like Gilbert and I need to stick together. I'm not letting you get in the way of that." Romano said and moved next to Spain who put a hand on his former charge's shoulder.
"Alright! Just go! We need to find him!" Germany shouted, and everyone searched the house.
"Ve, where do you think GilGill is?" Italy asked as he walked next to Hungary.
"I'm not sure; we should probably try his room first, though." She said and closed the door to the room she had just been looking in. "Now, which room is it?"
"Ve, is this it?" Italy asked and pointed to the door he was standing in front of. On the door was a plaque that read, "Prussia's room—Keep out."
"I guess so. Let's go in." She replied and slowly opened the door, entering the room. She suddenly froze on the spot.
"Hungary? Is he in there?" Italy asked and entered the room as well. What he saw immediately turned his normally happy and joyful expression into one of horror and sadness. "GilGill?" He asked and moved closer to the body Hungary was now holding tightly in her arms. The blue walls of the room were splattered with blood, as if it was some sort of twisted design or painting someone had put up. A gun was thrown off to the side next to a bloody razor, but he didn't notice any of that. His eyes were glued to the corpse Hungary was holding tightly to her chest as she silently sobbed.
"Feli, he's…he's…" Hungary couldn't bring herself to say it and just continued to cry.
"GILBERT!" Italy screamed after a few seconds of shocked silence and ran up to the Prussian, staring unbelievingly and horrified at the body in Hungary's arms, and all he could think was, Why?
Looks like no one cared for me,
I guess it's too late, to save me from my fate
Give one last grin and say it again.
Goodbye.
*Bang!*
And the door bursts open.
Author's Note: Hey there everybody! Thanks so much for the reviews and favs/alerts! It makes me write faster. Also, that's it for the poem, sorry guys, it's wasn't really that long. This is the second chapter, now, let's have a little vote. In your review please answer this question: Should this story have:
A happy ending
A sad ending
A moderately happy/ sad ending.
So far I'm leaning towards #3 but I'm not sure. Well, see you next time! And thank you for all the wonderful comment on my poem that I wrote in about 5 minutes! My first one too.