And now it's Prussia's turn! Enjoy!

Hetalia belongs to Hidekaz Himaruya!

Chapter 2 : Gilbert

Gilbert Beilschmidt was waiting to die!

He had, in fact, been waiting to die for the past two years but he was unsure of how it would happen. When Holy Roman Empire died, it was rumoured that he had been killed by France (some people wondered about the resemblance between the childlike Holy Rome and the adult Germany but that is another story). Gilbert had no idea what to expect because he had not been killed, he just no longer existed as a country. Would he fade? Just blink out of existence? Would it be painful or would he age and die like a normal human being? He did not know.

Prussia had paid the price for the ambitions of his younger bruder's psychotic boss and had been given the ultimate punishment. Prussia had been abolished. Ludwig had protested but, as one of the defeated, his voice had garnered little interest, Surprisingly, Arthur and Alfred had also protested along with Francis as they knew that this was a personification's death sentence and Ludwig and Gilbert had been as much victims of that lunatic as anyone.

Yao and Ivan's responses were more muted. The Chinese man made some unhappy noises about the threat to a fellow personification while Ivan was nonchalant about the whole thing.

But the bosses ignored the countries and sealed Gilbert's fate so now he was just waiting while Arthur, Alfred and Francis were barely speaking to their bosses. As Kiku had once said to Arthur, Bosses suck!

After Gilbert's fate was announced, he left for two reasons.

One – It would be unawesome for his bruder and friends to watch him die.

Two – Staying in what used to be Prussia was just too painful

Gilbert chose Canada because it had large areas he could lose himself in and it was the last place he figured anyone would look for him. Strangely, Gilbert had never encountered the personification of Canada. (No! Truly, he hadn't). Not even during the war. Even at World Meetings, they always somehow managed to miss each other. Not that Gilbert had been to a World Meeting since before the war.

Gilbert's red-eyed gaze stared into the fire he was sat by in his cabin and sighed. This disturbed the little yellow bird that had been sleeping, nestled in Gilbert's silver white hair and he chirped, enquiringly down at the albino Prussian.

"And what will happen to you?" Gil mused, taking Gilbird off his head and holding him in his hands. "When the Awesome Me is Gone." Gilbird chirped, disbelievingly as if such a thing would never happen.

"I hope you're not left to starve," Gilbert said, worried. "That would be totally unawesome." Gilbert did worry as he pondered how much time he had left. His little pet had been the only one he had been unable to shake off so in the end, he had taken Gilbird with him. Now Gilbert wondered if he should have done more to make the little bird stay with Ludwig. After all, Ludwig would have taken care of him.

He was getting morbid, which he quickly condemned as unawesome and decided to shake off his despondent mood.

"Let's get a beer," he said to himself as much as Gilbird as he put him back in his hair and he went to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator and took out a bottle of beer. He took a big swig and sighed, contentedly. The beer was still awesome, even if it was not German beer.


The white stuff crunched beneath his shoes which were already soaked as it melted and seeped in. He could barely feel his feet as he trudged through the whitened woods with no idea where he was going or where he had come from. He tried to remember but the pain in his head made thinking impossible as it competed with the pain in his arm and his ribs which was stealing his breath. Something told him the white stuff was snow and, in his current condition, was harmful to his survival and he needed to find shelter.

He squinted through his cracked glasses at the rapidly falling fresh snow among the trees. There! In the distance was a light that he almost missed in the falling flakes of white. He gathered the last of his strength for the effort to make it to that one beacon of hope.


Gilbert was on his third beer, listening to the snow storm outside and the thought of being outside in it made his shiver so he threw another log on the fire. He took another gulp of his beer and wondered about everyone he had left behind. His (little?) bruder, Ludwig, his cute little Italian friend, Feliciano, Francis and Antonio, his Bad Touch Trio buddies, Elizaveta, his childhood rival, even the Piano Pansy! How were they doing now?

Gilbert would rather cut his tongue out than admit it but he had been attracted to Elizaveta (no matter how many times she hit him with his skillet) but she had been all wrapped up in Roderich, although what she saw in that effeminate Austrian when she could have had the Awesome Him, Gilbert could not understand. Oh well! Her loss!

Being of a bi-sexual nature, cute little North Italy had also caught his eye but his younger bruder had got there first. Once again, oh well!

And would the Bad Touch Trio become the Bad Touch Duo? In spite of recent events, would Francis and Antonio raise a glass now and then to the memory of their awesome friend? Gilbert hoped so!

And Ludwig! He was the hardest to leave behind. The young nation he had raised like a son who would be left alone in a world the despised him because of the actions of one psychotic, hungry for world domination, Arschlock. Gilbert drained his bottle and reached for a fourth beer.


The distant light, it seemed, shone from a cabin house, not a log cabin but something that resembled a hunting lodge with stairs that led to a porch and the front door. It was made of wood but sturdy enough to withstand the blizzard.

It was still some distance away and he was on the point of collapse. He was completely soak to the bone and it was getting harder to breathe through the pain. He held his injured arm to his side and stood for a while to marshal his last reserves of strength.

His vision began to blur and he knew that his only chance of survival was to reach that cabin so he forged ahead. Progress seemed slow and every step sluggish. It seemed to take forever to reach the house and he still had to climb up the stairs. There was only three of them but each seemed like a mountain.

Using his good arm, he grasped the bannister and, after a struggle, eased one foot on to the first step.


Gilbert was on his fifth beer. Ludwig would have been on his back by now but Gilbert needed more to reach that level of intoxication. Gilbird stood on the table, among the empty bottles, nibbling a cracker Gilbert had gotten for his feathered friend.

Gilbert was not even close to falling down drunk and he doubted he had enough beer to get there. He would have to go into town soon to stock up on beer and supplies. And beer.

"Let's go to bed, Gilbird," he only slightly slurred and he went to pick Gilbird up when an erratic knocking sounded at the door. Gilbert frowned. Who would be stupid enough to be this far out in a blizzard?

Leaving Gilbird on the table, he moved to the front door and grasped the handle. He took a second to brace himself against the cold blast he would feel when he opened the door, turned the handle and pulled.

The icy blast stole his breath for a moment and the his crimson gaze met a pain-filled violet one, behind round, cracked glasses in a face that reminded Gil of someone and was tinted blue with cold. It was framed with blonde, wet hair with a single strand with a curl in the centre, falling between the eyes.

"Help me!"

Gilbert barely caught the softly spoken, agonised whisper, unlike the young man's body as he fell, unconscious, into Gil's arms.

And now we know what happened to Prussia who has no idea he's now the personification of East Germany or that Russia's looking look for him. Best stay hidden, Gil!

To Rebecca Frost – Yeah, they should, I agree! My poor little Maple Leaf! :'(

To Zen3465 – Thank you! :) Hope you like this one!

To Canawesomeguest – I'm one of your favs! Awwh, thanks :) Here's more for you!

To Normandy – Here's your Big Bruder, safe and sound and totally clueless about himself O.o, right now. And I'm afraid Your Little Maple Leaf is a little banged up right now D: but Gil will look after him.

Gilbert has a patient on his hands and people are looking for him. And, finally, people noticed Canada by his absence. Now they notice him! O.o

Till next week,

Hasta la Pasta!