Disclaimer: I still don't own Hetalia. Or the song Riding A Black Unicorn. (sadly)
Gilbert looked at himself in the mirror. He was wearing all black. And he must say, he looked pretty hot in black. He posed in front of his mirror in attempt to lighten his own mood, but it didn't work. Today was just going to be depressing no matter what his attempts were.
He put on his formal shoes and walked out the door, actually remembering to lock the door this time. Outside was bleak and monotone. It looked like it might rain later today. At least it wasn't all sunny and bright outside. It would have seemed as if the world had been mocking him.
He got into his car and drove to the funeral home. Sadly, he had to park on the street across from the funeral home because there was no space for his amazing car. Apparently, despite Ludwig's intimidating appearance, he had many friends and acquaintances. Inside there were many people crying and others were consoling people and telling them that Ludwig was in a better place now.
Gilbert ignored all of them and sat down in a corner where there was no one else, and waited for the front to be clearer so that he could go see his brother in peace one last time.
He only had to wait a few minutes (at least, that's what it felt like to him) before almost everyone was seated. He got up and walked slowly up to the open coffin. Gilbert noticed that the majority of flowers were Cornflowers. They were Ludwig's favorite. When he finally got up to the coffin, he looked down upon his dead Kleiner Bruder.
Ludwig was dressed in a black tuxedo, that (even though he was dead) looked pretty good on him. His hair was slicked back as usual and if Gilbert hadn't already know that Ludwig was dead, he could've sworn that he was just sleeping.
Gilbert felt the need to say something to his brother before he went to sit down again.
"Remember those times when we were younger. When vati would come home drunk and pass out on the toilet," Gilbert slightly chuckled at that memory. "and we would sneak into his room and raid his box of chocolate. We knew we would be punished, but that chocolate was worth it. You were always scared that he would wake up and get caught in the act. You were such a wimp back then. Then we'd stay up all night playing Mario Cart, and you'd always lose (you were right though, I was cheating). Those were the good days. The days before Mutti died. Before he went to jail. Before you d..." His voice hitched in his throat and he couldn't get the words out.
He took one last look at his brother and went to go sit down again so other people could have their alone time with Ludwig up there.
He sat there for at least another hour daydreaming before they started to take Ludwig's coffin out to the hearse. That was his signal to go. So, he got up, walked out to his car, and drove to the cemetery behind the large precession of other cars. He parked his car and walked out to the burial site. They walked through the only cemetery in town. Yes, there was only one because apparently the government didn't feel the need for another cemetery. Even though this was a good size city. So, the cemetery was very jammed and there were hardly and spaces between all the head stones, but after a few minutes of walking, they finally came to a deserted spot that was designated for soldiers. Even though Ludwig hadn't died in war, he had been a solider for a couple of years, before he got into an accident that involved bombs. Ludwig had never been the same after that.
They all gathered around the coffin and the priest said some words, but Gilbert wasn't paying attention, he was forming a speech inside his head. It sounded awesome to him, but he didn't want to say it in front of all these people. He didn't know half of them. Well, that wasn't true. He knew them, but he didn't interact with them in everyday life. Or, they didn't like him.
Suddenly, everybody was stepping up to place a flower on the top of the coffin. Gilbert realized that he didn't have any flowers and mentally kicked himself for not remembering to pick up the flowers that were still inside his house. He quickly searched his pockets for something to place on the coffin, not wanting to be the only one that didn't. His hands found his neck and he felt his Iron cross brush against his chest. Ludwig had an identical one as well. Gilbert decided that this would be an acceptable thing to Ludwig, so he slid it off his neck and walked up to the now closed coffin. He tied it to one of the handles, so that it wouldn't be lost once they covered the coffin in dirt.
He stepped back and waited for everyone to be done, then he numbly stared as four burly men started to shovel dirt onto the buried coffin. He also waited for them to place the headstone, which didn't take very long. When they were finally done, he walked up to the headstone, and looked upon it. In beautiful calligraphy was Ludwig's full name; Ludwig Beilschmidt. Off a little to the side was a German Shepherd dog. In fact, that almost looked like their old dog, Pooka...
Suddenly, Gilbert was back in his old house. The one he lived in when he was eleven. His younger self crept down the stairs because he had been sleeping when a muffled yelp woke him up. When he got down to the last stair, he could see his mother and father in the kitchen. They were talking and Vati seemed to be very angry with mutti. He silently slid across the hard wood floor until he was close enough to hear the conversation.
"...hat where you doing with that man?" his father questioned his mother in a quiet voice. 'Damn, that means he's pissed... or drunk' He studied them. His father had mutti pinned against a wall and had his arms on either side of her head, annihilating any means of escape. His mother had an angry red mark on her cheek. He didn't have to be a genius to know how that happened, which means that his father must be drunk, again. If he had been somber, he defiantly wouldn't have done any physical abuse to mutti. His mother gave a reply, but it seemed to make his father even more mad, and he back-handed her again. She winced and naturally brought her hand up to her face.
His father leaned down and whispered something in her ear. Gilbert wanted to call out, but he was frozen in shock, and fear. Vater almost never got this angry. He slipped his hand into his pocket and pulled out a... what was that? Gilbert squinted his eyes to see what it was. It was a gun. Vater lifted it up do her forehead, and pulled the trigger. A loud crack rang through the house and his ears started to ring. He looked at his mutti and saw that her brain was splattered against the wall, and what was left of it was slowly sliding out of the remains of her head. He heard a startled gasp behind him (now that his ears had stopped ringing) and turned around to see a 10 year-old Ludwig looking at the aftermath. His blue eyes were widened in fear and he was turning pale. Gilbert walked up to him and slowly hugged his brother, making sure that Ludwig could no longer see the remains of their mother. And together, they started to cry.
Gilbert's vision was suddenly restored and he was once again back in the cemetery. During his little flash back it had begun to rain. Which, he was glad for, now nobody would know that he was crying.
A/N Whoo! I got a new chapter up! Finally. I want to thank Futureluke and Kittyw for reviewing. You guy's are awesome :3 I want to apologize for all the mistakes. I'm pretty sure that I'm switching 'tenses'. Oh, and I'm also sorry for any choppy sentences that don't make sense or anything like that. And OOCness, I think that Prussia might be a little OOC, but I don't know.
I also got... A Co-Author! But, she doesn't have an account on here so we have to communicate via text messages XD
Aresjei:Ok so, here she is!
Kitty:... I'm a co-author! *sequels and runs around in circles*
Aresjei: ._. *drags her away*
Kitty: NO!
Ja, she'll be back next chapter XD Remember, I won't update until someone else reviews. OK? It's not that hard to go down a little father, and type what you think about this story. So ja, Ciao :3
*Riding A Black Unicorn exit song*