I still have no ownage over Hetalia saddly

Falling to the floor, Gilbert gasped for air. He had a strange problem, yes, he was a nation, but he was also human since Prussia itself had begun fading. He soon would fade or become a human and leave this world behind. Gilbert was easily exhausted by exercises that involved a speed and strength no human could deal with, but he would be fine after a beer or two with his dear bruder. "Luddy!" Gilbert yelled at the locked door, "It's meeeeee, your favourite bruder, come let me in." A series of loud stomps and crashes came from within accompanied by a few barks from Ludwig's dogs. Scratching from the inside of the door indicated that the largest hound was trying to get to Gilbert. The barking intensified as the dogs called for their master.

"Alles in Ordnung, alles rechts, unten," An amplified, strong voiced boomed, "Quiet," He told the dog who silenced immediately, "Who is it?" He asked through the closed door.

"Girl Scouts, would you like to buy a box of cookies?" Gilbert's voice rang out high like a young girls.

"Oh why of cour-" The sight of his older brother sitting on his doorstep stopped Ludwig, "Gilbert, you are not a Girl Scout nor do you have cookies," He said in confusion and slightly saddened, he had been looking forward to getting cookies. But it was nice to see his brother after such a long day.

"Aww don't be sad Luddy, I'll go buy you some cookies later, but in the meantime, can I crash here for awhile?"

"Yes, my home is always open to you mein bruder." Ludwig said picking up his older brother's luggage, "So, what brings you here?"

"Well I have reasons to believe my legs were behind my travels and my mouth had been running just as fast, so I decided to come visit you," His bright smile was ravishing, but couldn't reach his eyes, this was what Ludwig saw first.

"Another fight?" The tall man questioned, his younger brother had always been able to see right through him so clearly and quickly, Gilbert mentally kicked himself for not being more cautious.

"Bahahaha! A fight?! With him?! More like a win! That pussy of a man could never be able to match up to my pure awesomeness!" Gilbert scoffed and marched into his brother's home leaving Ludwig to pick up Gilbert's things. His brother was lazy as ever and Ludwig was the only one who had really gotten used to it and had the patience to put up with it all. "So, mein bruder, where is your Italian?"

"What?! Wha- What do you mean? He isn't 'My Italian'! Feliciano belongs to himself," Ludwig wished that his blood had not rushed so quickly into his face to create an obviously flustered and embarrassment expression that betrayed his rather confident expression. The large German man's voice did not do much to help his situation either.

"Keseses~ Luddy you should really pull that schtick outta your ass someday and just take a joke, having a male lover is nothing to be ashamed of, Keseses~" Gilbert clasped his younger brother's shoulder in a comforting way and walked off into Ludwig's kitchen.

"I'm not so sure the rest of the world agrees with your views bruder," Ludwigs sighed as he accepted the beer Gilbert had scavenged out of the refrigerator and held out waiting for Ludwig to finish speaking. "Danke."

"Screw the rest of the world, they can't live up to measure to my pure awesomeness so their opinions don't matter," Gilbert snorted cockily taking a swig of beer, the cold golden liquid slid down his throat with ease, calming his mental unease with each drop. Feeling more at home, Gilbert slid down into the couch cushions, a small little yellow bird flew in through a window which stood slightly ajar to land on his owner's white hair. Ludwig couldn't help but to laugh at the sight as it reminded him of a breakfast egg. Gilbird twittered at Ludwig's low chuckle and jumped on top of the larger man's head, "So bruder, what have you been up to lately? How is the all mighty Germany holding up?"

"Things have been going by well enough, the bread museums are doing quite well this time of year, and-"

"Are they now? What kind of wack jobs are going to see bread in a museum?" Gilbert cackled in amusement, the idea of scientists going to research bread was too humourous.

Ludwig was unable to hold back a glare directed at his older half, "The art of bread making is a very interestingsubject bruder."

"Yeah, yea it is isn't it Luddy?" The albino hooted, "Kneading and baking, so majestic!"

"It's a delicate process to get the bread to bake to the perfect fluffiness-"

"Fluffiness Luddy?!" Ludwig was getting rather irritable by this point, and the house was full of his brother's strange laughter. "What's gonna be next? A gummy bear museum?! Keseses~!" Gilbert was grabbing at his sides, completely incapable of holding himself together and holding back his laughter. Ludwig was able to keep himself in check and not yell, that was until Gilbert's elbow knocked over his own Marzen beer bottle.

"GILBERT!" The gushing golden liquid splashed over the Ludwig's clean organized coffee table, couch, and finally rested on the carpeted floor, "That's it! I can take your mocking and rude teasing, but I will not sit here and listen to you laugh at me and then spill my beer over all that I have worked for!" Gilbert's form had shrunk to a small, terrified and astounded ball oh his younger brother's couch. Ludwig had never snapped at him, not once had he yelled threateningly at the white haired man who he had grown up with.

"Luddy-"

"No, don't 'Luddy' me Gilbert." Ludwig turned away from his brother, there wouldn't be much good in strangling the smaller man just because he was frustrated, Ludwig was not going to go back to being that kind of person again. He had to do something though, Ludwig ran his hand through his blond hair musing it from other combed perfection. He slightly tugged to relieve some of his anger, it didn't help much.

"I'm sorry..." Gilbert whispered, one hand reaching out to Ludwig's tense form. Ludwig wiped his hand down his face and stopped at his jaw which he began to massage. 'What the he'll just happened? Everything was nice and peaceful and then-' already regretting his mistake the tall man turned back to his older brother, but was unprepared for the sight he was met with. And was so rare that Ludwig would see his older brother cry, it always made him feel so helpless, so useless and rude even if it wasn't his fault. "I-I kn-now I c-can be a com-complete ass m-m-mo-ost of th-the time," Gilbert's voice shuddered with each sob and hiccup erupting from his heart, "B-but I-I don't mean to be. I-I j-just kee-ep mes-sing up everything," his form looked so frail as he brought his knees up to hide behind, Gilbert fought to voice what was going on, but at the same time, Gilbert had absolutely no control over his ramblings. The albino in the feeble position had let his arm fall, it just dangled there, like his own life since losing his title. Useless. In the way. Pathetic. All of these words among many others crashed into the sides of Gilbert's skull, a few shone brighter than the great though. 'I'm so sorry' Gilbert thought as he pictured everyone's face who he wanted to apologize to. Ludwig, Elizabeta, Francis, Antonio, Roderich, and countless others. He had ditched his friends too often he had offended his brother along with Elizabeta and Roderich, and he never once actually apologized."I-I'm a hor-horrible p-person, aren't I? Luddy?"

Ludwig kept silent. How is one to respond to something of this magnitude? Slowly Ludwig moved closer to Gilbert regardless of his anger. Do the agree? Or do they disagree? Does one try to comfort the other? What if he wants to be left alone? What if Gilbert is talking more to himself? Ludwig was at a loss, one hand hovering over Gilbert's wild hair, ticking ever so slightly, what if this angered Gilbert and he ran off? No, that wouldn't do. Quickly Ludwig let go of his logic and grasped his instinct as well as his older brother into a tight, supporting hug the surely lifted Gilbert off of his feet. "Nein mein bruder, you are not a horrible person," 'Had all of this come about just because I had yelled at him? I must apologize at once,' Ludwig thought with guilt weighing down his heart. "I am sorry for yelling at you bruder, it had been a long day and I shouldn't have snapped at you." Gilbert sniffled into Ludwig's shoulder, staring down in shame at the only thing in his line of sight. Ludwig's shirt was soft and a light blue that could match his eyes. Gilbert felt the absence of blood in his forearms as the were caught in the brothers' tight hug captured between both chests. It was an awkward position, but comforting all in the same. Accepting the apology as well as knowing it wasn't only Ludwig's rage that had Gilbert crying, he rested his head on his younger brother's shoulder.

"I'm sorry too," Gilbert's voice barely above a whisper, rasping from the roughness caused in his throat by the harsh sobs. "It wasn't really you though bruder."

"Do you want to talk about it?" The blond questioned as he set his chin upon Gilbert's head and held him close.

"No."

"Ich liebe dich mein bruder." Ludwig kissed his brother's silver hair.

"Ich liebe dich mein kleiner bruder." Gilbert nuzzled in closer as one last tear streak toward the bottom of his face and fell onto Ludwig's blue shirt.

The feels, have them, take them all! I would love some reviews my lovelies, tell me what's good and what's wrong if you would like, your thoughts? Towards the end of this chapter I was a mess, I apologize for sadness overload if it is caused. Until next time.(: