Hi guys. Today, one of my friends hit me on the head while I was doing nothing in Computer Science Class and said:

-UPDATE.

So I did! And here you go, my longest chapter yet! :D

First, I would like to say how happy I am with all the reviews, it really helps me write and makes me all warm inside (like a roasted marshmallow with a toasted coconut coating). Keep up the good job! For the contest, I would like to congratulate Kokyou Konran and Firey Nii Wolf. You both win a preview of the chapter of your choice (you can either use it now, to know what will happen next, or keep it for later). Thanks for all the ideas guys, it was really helpful. Moving on, I'll let you read now. Enjoy!

WARNING: YAAAAAOOOOOIIIIIII. BOYXBOY. You've been warned.

"Talking"

letter


Remember, Please!

Chapter 3: In Between

He wished it wasn't so complicated. That he could just run over that stupid wall, hit Russia in the face, and run away with his bruder in his arms. Then, lock him in his room and wrap in bubble wrap. So he could be safe. So he could never leave again and stay with him. Forever.

He sighed.

Of course, nothing was ever that easy. He'd probably get stopped by the Allies before he even reached the wall. But even then, who's to say if his brother would want him back? Especially with the new development.

Germany looked at the letter in his trembling hands.

Dear Germany,

It came upon my attention that you were discussing with America the ridiculous possibility of taking down the wall and reuniting with my dear Gilbert. How insensitive! Do you not see that he's perfectly happy where he is right now? In fact, I would say he's the happiest he's ever been. Now, won't you be a good little brother, and leave us alone?

Of course, I don't expect you to, so here's a little incentive for you:

Who's been killing his big brother? :)

You have. Yes, you, little Germany, always worrying about your bruder will be the death of him. Ever wondered, exactly, what the people leaving from the East were doing to your brother? Then, what do you think will happen if you bring down the wall?

I'll leave that up to your imagination.

So, Germany, once again, I ask you to stop your ridiculous attempts, because nothing good will come of it.

Have a good day,

Russia

P.S.: Here's a nice photo of your brother, maybe it'll convince you that you are not needed anymore.

Clutching the letter, Ludwig took another look at the photograph, as if to make sure it was real, and not just a nightmare.

Slowly, he took in the features of Prussia, tracing his finger lightly on his snow-white hair, on his crimson eyes. He paused a few seconds, wondering when he last saw these red eyes on him. When he last saw that sparkle. Sadly, he couldn't remember ever seeing them so… so… Innocent? He frowned. How could Gilbert seem so... Different. As if he was a child. Something was wrong, very wrong. His eyes feel upon his lips. He shakily traced the outline.

His resolve hardened. He would figure out what happened to his brother. He would reunite with him, wall or no wall.

Besides, he was pretty sure everything written in Russia's letter was lies.

There's no way in hell Prussia would get killed by a wall. Ludwig grinned.

Of course not. He was too awesome for that.


Toris wringed his hands nervously, waiting outside Prussia's (and Russia-sama's) room. This might be his only chance. His only chance for Gilbert to remember, or see the light.

But it could go so wrong. And if Russia-sama found out… Toris gulped and felt his legs grow weak. If Russia-sama found out... He didn't even want to imagine the consequences. Just as he was pondering whether to knock or not, the door opened. Blinking, Lithuania looked into ecstatic red eyes.

"Toris! Guess what?" He was dragged into the room.

"What is it?"

"Russia-sama gave me a bunny!"

Pause. Lithuania almost did a face palm. A bunny. A freaking bunny.

What a joke.

"That's… Nice. What did you call it?" Prussia grinned, proud of his name choice.

"I called it Gil-bun! Isn't that awesome?"

Gil-bun. Gil-bun. Toris was glad he wasn't drinking, he would have spit his drink out. It was so… Gilbert-ish. Gilbert continued babbling on.

"At first, I wanted to call him Luddy-chan, but, I don't know why, it made Russia-sama mad. Do you have any idea why?"

Luddy… Toris frowned. Ludwig. Was Gilbert starting to remember? Or maybe it was just a coincidence. He wasn't surprised the name made Russia mad. Speaking of Ludwig, Toris remembered the reason why he came in the room in the first place. He was about to say something when he looked at Gilbert, who had just started talking to his bunny.

Did he really want to crush his world? It was actually the first time he ever saw Prussia this happy. Did he want to destroy that happiness? That innocence?

Maybe… Maybe it would be better if he didn't remember.

"And anyways, Gil-bun is waaay better, don't you think so Bunny-chan? Of course! Kesesese! Oh, by the way Toris, did you want to tell me something?"

He looked in those big red eyes.

"Ah, I don't remember. Sorry." And turned around and left the room.

He wouldn't tell Gilbert. He would protect that innocence for now.

"I wonder what's eating at him." Gilbert pondered, looking at the place Toris was standing, mere moments ago.

He looked at Gil-bun and smiled.

"You're right, it must be because he can't remember. If I couldn't remember something important, it would drive me crazy. Now Gil-bun, let's go find something to do. Maybe I could start a blog or something?" giggling, Gilbert exited the room, never knowing how true his words might be.


Roderich sighed, looking at the white keys in front of him. He slowly spread his fingers, as if he was about to start playing. He stayed like that a few moments, fingers ready to play, before lifting his hands off the piano and cradling his head.

He just couldn't play anymore.

Sure, his fingers could remember any song he ever played, be it Chopin or Mozart, but there was no feeling anymore.

Not since he was gone.

At first, he was happy that brat was gone. Nothing to disturb him while he was playing. But after a while, he started missing that idiot. Even worse, he would look out the window for hours, waiting to see those red eyes, his white hair, his soft-looking lips… He shook his head, frowning. There was no need to go down that road. It would only lead to depressing dreams.

Looking out the window, he saw a little bird fly.

For now, he could only hope that idiot was alive.

And if one hair was misplaced when he came back (because he WOULD come back, he was Prussia after all), Germany would not be the only one out for blood.

Never mess with an artist.


Indeed, Roderich, indeed. Now, now, there was an awful lot of foreshadowing in this chapter, don't you guys think? ;) The letter scene totally killed me. Sorry if it's OOC. I wonder if Russia writes da in his letters… hmmm. And look at that, Lithuania chickened out! XD Are you mad? Happy? Depressed? Share your thoughts!

Anyways, hope you still enjoyed it!

REVIEW and I'll write faster. Is that a good deal? =D

'till next time,

Cerma-chan