A/N: Okay this is the chapter I'm going to start worrying about because I feel like everyone who loves Ludwig is going to kill me in my sleep. WARNING! Chapter contains rape, blood, and Nazi!Germany. If you don't like it then I'm very sorry but history says Ludwig's kind of a dick…
Still don't own Hetalia.
Chapter Three: Nazi Germany
It was a cold winter in Berlin as Gilbert walked the streets alone, snow crunching under foot and red banners flapping in the icy wind wherever he looked. How he absolutely hated those banners. Those red flags with the Nazi cross everywhere he looked no matter where he went. Gilbert glared and kicked a clump of snow hard with his foot before he snapped and ripped one of the red flags off the side of a building "I hate this! Fucking Nazi bullshit!" He snarled and tossed the banner to the ground, stomping it under his snowy boot "You ruined everything!" Gilbert hissed, kicking the flag into a snow bank and stomping away down the street.
"This is all that bastards fault. He ruined my brother. Fucking brainwashed him with all his fascist Nazi crap" Gilbert growled as he continued down the lonely and empty street. An cold breeze blew around him and Gilbert shivered slightly, snuggling into his jacket. He would love to be home in bed right now but he couldn't stand being around Ludwig at present. Gilbert loved his little brother, loved him as much as he could without it being creepy but now there seemed to be a giant rift between them and all because of one man. Adolf Hitler, that crazy emo wannabe artist that hated Jews.
It had started a few years after World War I. Gilbert had done his best to try and get Ludwig out of his funk but all the blond could think about was how he wanted revenge on the people who had cost him victory. That's when this new group of people called the National Socialist Party lead by Adolf Hitler popped up. Gilbert didn't trust them. He didn't like their ideas and he didn't like how popular they were getting among the people of Germany. "I'm just saying that I don't trust the shit they're pedaling" Gilbert said as he and Ludwig walked down the street together.
"And I'm saying that it is none of your business Gilbert" Ludwig grumbled back "In case you didn't notice this is my country and they are my people. If they want to believe in this new group then they can. Try to remember that"
Gilbert rolled his eyes but let it drop for the time being. A few years passed and things in Germany seemed to be getting better slowly as the Nazi's gained more popularity. Gilbert sighed as he came home after a long day, setting the groceries he had on the kitchen counter "Luddy, I'm home!" He called out "Got food! Hopefully if things keep getting better we won't have to eat the dogs, kesesesesese" Gilbert teased before Ludwig walked into the room, a book in his hands.
Instantly Gilbert's curiosity rose and he snatched the book from his brothers hands "Gilbert give it back!"
"Mein Kampf by Adolf Hitler? That cuckoo bird actually wrote a book? Man it must be funny" The albino mocked as he skimmed through the pages before Ludwig snatched it back.
"Stop that. I like it"
"…Really?"
"Yes now stop playing around and help me make dinner dummkopf"
The years ticked past and the Nazi's became the second largest political party in Germany, much to Gilbert's dismay. The depression hit America and then the rest of the world soon after, Ludwig seeming rather pleased by it. He also seemed very interested in the Japanese invasion of China as well, keeping a close eye on the eastern nation. On January 30, 1933 Hitler becomes Chancellor of Germany and a few months later the first concentration camp was opened. Gilbert clenched his teeth and shot Ludwig a hard look "What the hell is this supposed to be?"
"Don't work yourself up too much Gilbert" Ludwig chided "It's none of your concern"
"Like hell it is! You're putting innocent people in here!" Gilbert snapped but Ludwig just walked away. With a scowl the Prussian stomped off to go blow off some steam. Barely three months later, Jewish shops were boycotted and books were being burnt. Gilbert watched with blank red eyes as thousands of books were thrown onto the pile which instantly lit up in flames. Freud, Einstein, Thomas Mann, Jack London, Ernest Hemingway, H.G. Wells, all turned to ash as German citizens extended their arms in salute and sang Nazi songs. "'Where books are burned, human beings are destined to be burned too'" Gilbert quoted solemnly.
Instantly Ludwig turned to glare at his brother "Did you just quote a Jew?"
Gilbert returned the glare "No I quoted a German. Got a problem with that or are you going to lock me up too?" He snapped before walking off away from the light of the bonfires. Gilbert didn't go home that night. Instead he decided to sleep at Roderich's house. The Austrian didn't notice until the next day though when Gilbert walked into his kitchen. "Thanks for letting me crash here Roddy. What's for breakfast?"
"What are you doing here Gilbert? Did Ludwig kick you out?" He asked curtly, his morning ruined by Gilbert's presence "And why do you smell like ash?"
"Because they were burning books back home" Gilbert said as he took the coffee out of Roderich's hand, taking a long drink before replying "I just needed a place to crash for the night. Things are getting kinda intense over there"
The Austrian frowned and poured himself a new cup of coffee "I can imagine. No offense or anything but your brother is starting to seriously creep me out with all that Arian race anti-Semitic thing"
"Hey it's freaking me out too. I mean we've all had our own crazy rulers and shit but this is taking crazy to a whole new level. I feel like I'm in Russia or something with all this bullshit. And I can't do anything about it either! I'm losing Ludwig to some creepy bastard who can't even grow a mustache right for god's sake!"
"Breath Gilbert and don't shout. It's too early in the morning for you yelling" Roderich grumbled and took a sip of his coffee before saying "I understand what you mean though. Prussia doesn't really exist anymore so you have absolutely no influence on your brother's life or his country for that matter. Come to think of it how are you even still alive?"
Gilbert shrugged "Beats the hell out of me"
Roderich sighed and ran a hand through his sleep messed hair, slicking it back "Anyway you can't hide here"
"I'm not hiding!" Gilbert objected and Roderich shot him a glare "Well, not intentionally"
"You can stay for breakfast and after that you go home, understood?"
"Yeah, yeah, whatever, make some sausage would you?"
Roderich glared at him and shock his head "You are the most annoying person I have ever known"
"Kesesesesese, but you love me anyway!"
When Gilbert returned home Feliciano had decided to pop in for a visit so Gilbert came in unnoticed. It became a routine that when he was angry or Ludwig was angry at him, Gilbert would head off for a few days to visit someone else. Francis, Antonio, Roderich, Feliks, Mathias, even Arthur received a visit from Gilbert over the next few months though they all seemed to understand why he wanted to get away from his brother so badly.
On August 19, 1934 Hitler became Führer of Germany and Gilbert knew it was the beginning of the end. That leads to where he was now, walking the streets alone a few months later after getting into a heated fight with Ludwig over his crazy boss. Gilbert knew the feel of war, he knew the signs of it coming, and he knew that any year, month, day from now it was going to come. He wasn't his own country now though, so where did that put him? Was he supposed to stand by his little brother even though he knew that everything that was happening was wrong? Gilbert groaned and started walking back towards his home, not knowing what awaited him there.
"I'm home!" Gilbert announced as he walked inside, kicking the snow from his boots as he removed his jacket and hung it by the door. He removed his shoes before walking along through the house towards his room.
As he walked past his brother's room the door suddenly opened and he was grabbed roughly by the back of his neck. Gilbert yelled out as he was suddenly slammed hard into the wall, hissing in pain and red eyes turning to glare at his blank faced brother. "What the fuck Ludwig!"
"I have had enough of your defiance brother" Ludwig growled and slammed Gilbert's face into the wall again before throwing him to the floor and giving him a sharp kick to the ribs. Gilbert gasped as the wind was knocked from his lungs and struggled to breathe as Ludwig dragged him by his shirt into his bedroom. He tossed him to the ground again and Gilbert staggered to his feet, wiping the bit of blood from his face and holding his ribs as he glared daggers. Ludwig was unfazed by the glare and crossed his arms over his chest, staring the albino down "You are not Prussia anymore Gilbert. You are lucky to still be alive, but you won't be for long if you do not agree to become one with the future of Germany. You can either be part of the future or a thing of the past brother" He stated, sneering the last word as if ashamed to even admit they were related.
"This isn't you Ludwig" Gilbert panted "This is that crazy bastard talking. You don't mean-"
"I do mean it Gilbert" The blond cut in "And we can do this the easy way or the hard way filth"
Gilbert felt as though he had been slapped "Filth? I'm not the one here whose hands are stained by the blood of innocents and ashes of books you fascist bastard!" He snapped before Ludwig's fist collided hard with his face before he could block it. Gilbert stumbled back a bit as another blow landed hard to his gut followed by a knee to the face as he crunched over in pain. Gilbert fell to the floor, black flooding his eyesight for a split second before he tried to get to his feet. Ludwig wouldn't have it though as he stomped hard on Gilbert's hand, snapping the fingers. Gilbert howled in pain and another punch collided with his jaw.
Blood dribbled down the former Prussian's pale lips and he looked up at Ludwig with matching blood colored eyes "Now your hands are stained with my blood, brother, are you happy now?" He mocked and prepared himself for the next few blows that bombarded his chest and face relentlessly.
Ludwig panted slightly as he stood over his bleeding and battered sibling. He knew that he should hate himself for what he was doing but he felt no remorse at all, almost hollow in fact. He removed the belt from his pants and fastened Gilberts wrists together tight with it before he grabbed the albino by his hair and pulled him to his feet. Gilbert winced in pain and let out a slight 'oof' as he was thrown down into bed, still a little disoriented after the beating he had just received. He quickly came to though as he saw Ludwig starting to remove his pants. Gilbert growled and delivered a hard kick to his brother's jaw, knocking the blond from the bed with the force of the kick. Ludwig recovered quickly though and shoved Gilbert's face down into the bed hard, undoing the albino's pants and pushing them down.
Gilbert struggled to breathe as his face was pressed into the mattress and he trashed widely to try and get away, the belt around his wrists cutting into the skin and letting dark blood flow down his pale flesh. Gilbert froze for a split second as he felt Ludwig push two fingers into his ass before he screamed out in pain and continued his struggles. Never in his life had he been dominated before; he had always been the dominator. It hurt far more than he wanted it to and he felt a few unwanted tears fall down his face as the fingers pumped into him to try and stretch him out. After a couple agonizing seconds passed by Ludwig finally removed his fingers but Gilbert felt no relief as he knew what was coming next.
Gilbert made one last feeble attempt to get away but found himself screaming as Ludwig shoved his dick deep inside of him. Blood helped to relieve some of the friction as Ludwig thrusted into his brother and Gilbert found himself going completely limp in shock. This couldn't be happening. It had to be some horrible dream. He wasn't being raped by his brother. But sure enough the pain was real and tears streaming like a river of crystals down his face were real. Gilbert glanced back at Ludwig through the slightly bloodied locks of his hair and his wide eyes met with the cold unemotional eyes of his brother who continued to pound into him roughly and uncaringly. Gilbert felt empty as those eyes stared back at him. Those eyes that had once always been so happy to see his big brother come home safe now replaced with hate for the one who had raised him because he didn't meet the right standards.
After what felt like an eternity Ludwig finally came and he moved away from Gilbert, looking at him as if he was the very scum of the earth. He zipped back up his pants before grabbing hold of Gilbert and lifting him off his bed. Gilbert winced in pain as he was dragged to his own bedroom. Ludwig removed the belt from his brother's wrists before he tossed him to the floor and left without saying anything, returning to his room and leaving Gilbert lying on the floor.
There was a small chirp before Gilbird flew over to the bloody Prussian and fluttered around him frantically. Gilbert cracked a weak smile and lifted his not broken hand, the yellow canary landing on his finger. "Don't worry Gilbird" He mumbled weakly "I'll be fine. I promise… I'll be fine" He said before he closed his eyes and drifted off into much needed unconsciousness.
Poor Gilbert, his life is hell from here until the 90's. I'm sorry if that was harsh or anything but in all reality Ludwig would have probably thought Gilbert was filth. He's an albino, a genetic freak; it kinda clashes with his new ideals if he liked him. I do like Ludwig, I really do! He's awesome when he's not corrupted and insane.
If you're curious, the reason I wrote from Gilbert's perspective is because he's not really affected by what's happening around him like his brother is. Seeing that he's hardly a country anymore he kind of has the outsiders view on everything that happens without being swayed by the peoples opinion like Ludwig is. Plus Gilbert is one of my top favorite characters. Anyway, please, don't kill me if you review.