"GILBERT!"
"Did you hear that?" Romano asked, looking up from the place they had just checked.
"No, what did you hear?" Spain asked, causing Japan, France, and Ludwig to also pay attention.
"It sounded like somebody screamed 'Gilbert'." He explained, and then looked at Germany. "Should we go check upstairs?"
Germany seemed to pause in cold fear before nodding his head, approving of the idea. "Let's go." And without another word, they all raced upstairs.
"Now, which room is it?" Japan asked and looked towards the others.
"We should probably check his room first." France said, and pointed in front of them. "But we must hurry, a second wasted could be a second too late!"
They met Austria in the hallway, who ended up joining them; he was heading to the room after hearing the scream as well. "I hope that idiot didn't do anything stupid." Was his reply when they asked him what he thought had happened. Soon, they reached the door to Gilbert's room, only to find Feliciano blocking the entrance.
"Italy! Is Prussia in there? Is he all right?" Germany asked frantically, trying to push back the stationary Italian.
"Feli, if he's in there, we need to go in so we can help him, fix him and call a hospital if we need to. Por favor, amigo." Spain pleaded to the Italian. Italy seemed to come to his senses. He moved out of the way and pointed a shaky finger at the two figures on the floor.
Germany prepared himself before he looked; he knew the scene wouldn't be good based on Italy's reaction. He gathered up all the strength he could muster and looked. As soon as he did, as soon as he saw the figure in Hungary's arms, he seemed to have lost all of his resolve. He ran, ran to the body of his older brother, as if he was a child going to his long lost parents, only for them to disappear. He collapsed in front of the albino and just stared. Slowly he felt wetness on his check, and when he lifted a shaky hand to touch his cheek, he realized they were tears. Germany was crying. He slowly reached out and caressed his brother's face. It was cold, like the snowy winters of Russia his brother had lived in, and his face as pale as the beautiful snow, even an unhealthy white for an albino such as he was. Germany would never look at snow the same again.
France, Spain and Japan stared for a while in horror before Spain shakily got out his cell phone and called 911. France and Japan searched the room for weapons, or anything the Prussian might have left for them. They found the discarded gun and the bloody razor, the note left forgotten, and hidden under the Prussian's bed.
Romano was trying so hard to get Feliciano to stop crying and speak to him. Although, the younger Italian just ignored the elder's pleas and continued sobbing loudly, but who could blame him? Someone close to him was either gravely injured or dead, who wouldn't cry?
Roderich also ran up to Gilbert and Hungary, holding her in his arms as he stared down at the Prussian. "You idiot, people do care about you, don't you see? As soon as you get better you better come over to my house again like you used to, I'll even have fresh made sweets every day. If you don't come I swear I'll sic Hungary on you." He said, turning away from the body as tears started streaming down his face. How could we have let this happen? What if he doesn't get better? What if he doesn't wake up? He thought, and then shook his head clear of such things. No, that idiot would live; he couldn't imagine life without him. "Please, don't die on us Gilbert." He whispered, silently crying as he took the oddly silent Hungarian out of the room and into the kitchen. They both needed to sit down and have something to drink.
"D-Doitsu?" Italy asked, approaching the shocked German.
"What is it, Italy?" Germany asked, never letting his brother leave his sight.
"I-Is Prussia-nii d-dead?" Italy asked fearfully, staring at the albino.
"I-I'm not sure, Italy." Germany said shakily, still looking at his brother.
"G-Guys? I called an ambulance, I think they're here." Spain said, pointing out the window.
"Thank you, mon ami." France said, glancing at the Prussian and cringing, this had been partly his fault… "Someone go tell them where he is! A second wasted could be a second too late!"
"I'll go." Japan said, and quickly ran downstairs.
"Don't worry bruder, help will be here soon." Germany said, cradling his brother's head in his arms.
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Germany stared down at his hands hopelessly. He sat on a white chair in a waiting room, his head in his hands. The usually slicked back blonde hair of his was now in a messy disarray, falling over his face and covering his eyes. Next to him sat a young woman and her son. The woman was sitting patiently while the little boy was running around, shouting and playing. Germany could only hear them; with his head buried in his hands he wasn't able to see anything. He couldn't look up, wouldn't look up. His body was frozen, he couldn't move until he knew, until he knew if his brother was alive or not. But, at the same time, he didn't want the doctor to come in. He couldn't let the fear he had, the slight fear that his brother was...was... he couldn't even let his mind think of that dreaded word. Time should just stand still, and then his brother would not die, but... What if he was alive? Then it would be just another barrier keeping him from his brother. Germany's mind was too mixed up, his brother the only clear thing in it. He needed his brother; he needed to know his brother was alive.
"Hyaah!" A voice cried out, crashing into the mourning German man.
"Huh?" He said, snapped out of his thoughts, lifting his head up to look for the source of the impact.
"Ow…" The voice cried from under him, Germany looked down. He found a small boy, no older than seven sprawled out on the ground, rubbing his head painfully.
"Mikhail!" The woman cried exasperatedly, running over and picking the young boy up. "I'm so sorry about that." She apologized, turning to the German man and bowing her head.
"No… it's fine…" Germany replied, staring at the woman and the little boy.
"Thank goodness." The woman sighed in relief, and then turned to the child in her arms. "Mikhail, what did I tell you about running around in here?"
"Sorry, Mutti…" The boy replied, pouting as he looked back at her. "I was just playing knight."
"Yes, yes." She smiled, going back to her seat. "Just be more careful." She instructed.
"Ja, Mutti." He nodded, flashing a bright smile before running off.
All Germany could do was stare in silent shock at the twos' appearances. The woman was very pale, having long, straight, snow coloured hair cascading down her back. Then her eyes, they were a bright yet deep red, just like his bruder's… not just her looks, but also the way she acted reminded him of how Prussia had treated him as a child, stern yet caring, just as Prussia had been with him. It was difficult for him to resist the urge to just throw himself at her and cry into her shoulder.
But the boy, this boy had ash-coloured hair and a round, curious face. He had two deep pools of violet for eyes, and a warm smile. The two of them looked just like a female version of Prussia and the son, if they had had one, of Prussia and Russia. It was as if Prussia and Russia had gotten married and had a child, not telling Germany and leaving. Okay, maybe that was pushing it, and not to mention ridiculous.
"Sir?" The woman asked, looking at him worriedly. "Are you alright?"
Germany was thrust back into the real world; realization dawned on him that he had been staring at the woman for quite some time now. "Yes, I'm fine, sorry for staring at you like that." He apologized.
"It's fine." She said, flashing him a sincere smile. The she caught sight of the clock and paled considerably. "Oh no… Mikhail! We have to go! Daddy's been waiting for a while now!" She exclaimed, picking the boy up in her long thin arms.
"But I still want to talk to grandma!" He cried, struggling in her arms.
"I know, but we have to go. How about we come back again tomorrow?" She bargained, struggling to gather their things in her arms as she held the boy.
"Fine, but we better come back!" He pouted again, crossing his arms.
"Yes, I promise." She said and turned towards Germany. "Good bye, sir, I hope for whatever reason you are here it ends well."
"Thank you, I hope so as well, but that's the only thing I can do." He sighed.
"Don't worry, there's always a light at the end of a tunnel, some are just longer or wider, some may seem endless, but you must always remember that there is a light as well as an end." She smiled at him and walked away, the young boy still in her arms.
"A light, huh?" Germany said to himself thoughtfully, he just hoped the light didn't take his brother with it.
"Mr. Beilschmidt?" The doctor called, coming in as he looked up from his clip board, eyes burning holes into the German.
"Yes, that's me." Germany replied, standing up and following after the German doctor into the hallway. "… How bad is it?" Germany cut straight to the point, staring intently at the doctor.
"Your brother…" he said, running a hand through his dark brown hair, "the good news is we managed to get the bullet out and he's alive." He explained.
"H-He's alive." Germany asked disbelievingly, his hands shaking.
"Yes, he is." The doctor smiled at him, though his eyes hid something.
"C-can I go see him?" Germany asked, looking with hope filled eyes at the doctor.
"Well, he's in room 121 but-" the doctor was cut off as Germany ran past him to his brother's room. Prussia was alive… he was alive!
"No, wait! You didn't let me finish!" The doctor cried, running after the blonde German.
"Bruder!" Germany cried, bursting into the hospital room.
"H-Hey, west." Prussia greeted him weakly, smiling at him from the expansion of the snowy white hospital bed.
"Bruder…" Germany said, staring at him in shock.
Prussia looked terrible, there were bandages going up and down his arms, along with one wrapped around his head, making only one of his brilliant crimson eyes viewable.
"What? How did this happen? He only got shot in the head!" Germany cried, turning to face the doctor who had come in behind him.
"Yes, as I was trying to say, the ambulance got into a fatal car crash on the way to the hospital. It's lucky, Mr. Beilschmidt, that he's even still breathing. We lost two of our men in that crash." The doctor explained to the shocked and angry German.
"WAS? Why was I not informed of this?" He roared angrily.
"I tried to tell you, but you rushed in first." He explained, "I'll just leave you two alone then." He said, disappearing in a flash, eager to get away from the angry German.
"That…" Germany muttered angrily, squeezing his fists to the point of bleeding.
"West…" Prussia called.
"Bruder…" Germany replied, coming over to stand next to his brother's bedside. He grasped the weak, paler than usual hand and stared at his brother. From what he could see, Prussia was pale, as pale as that of a ghost, his one eye stark red against the white of the bandages as well as his face. "Ost…"
"You… look like you've seen… a ghost or something." Prussia coughed out, attempting to lighten the mood.
"I might as well have! Bruder, you almost…" Germany trailed off, suddenly finding the white-washed walls to be very interesting. He still couldn't say that one accursed word.
"Almost what, West?" Prussia hissed angrily, glaring fiercely at his brother. The look of a man who is trapped in a cage and facing his assailant's face playing across his features.
"You almost died, dammit!" Germany shouted angrily, throwing his brother and equally fierce glare. "What the hell were you thinking? Do you know what your death would mean to me? To all of us?" He practically screamed at the injured man.
"Shut up." Prussia commanded coldly. "You don't know anything about how I feel. Don't ever speak that way to me again."
"Bruder-"
"Get out."
"Prussia."
"Out."
"Gilbert."
"OUT!" Prussia commanded, pointing towards the door.
"… I'll be back to you up next Thursday." Germany mumbled, flashing the albino a hurt look as he left the hospital room.
"…" Prussia stared at the door for what seemed like hours, but might as well have been a handful of seconds before he finally shifted his gaze to the window. "… Idiot…"
TIME CHANGE! ~~~~~~ (of awesome~)
"…" Germany stared uncomfortable as Prussia as said man attempted to exit the car. He wouldn't be able to walk for a while, so he had to use crutches or a cane. Whenever Germany offered his help, Prussia just grunted and waved him away. Damned prideful bastard.
After much struggle they finally made their ways inside and went their separate routes. Until dinner, that is.
"…" Neither German spoke as they ate their spätzle and potatoes. "…Gilbert." Germany finally broke the silence. "Why did you do it?"
"Was?"
"Off yourself."
"…I'm not needed…" Prussia replied after a few moments of tense silence.
"Was?" Germany yelled angrily, looking straight at the Prussian. "You're needed!"
"In what way?" Prussia replied frigidly, glaring at the German. "Everyone has someone better, they don't need me, and I'm just the pitiful ex-nation, Prussia." He spat.
"That's not true!" Germany yelled, slamming his hands down on the table. "If you…died!"He choked out, staring incredulously at the Prussian.
"What, West? What?" Prussia growled, glaring daggers at the blonde across the table
"Then I wouldn't have my big brother anymore!" Germany shouted, once again slamming his hands down on the table.
"…" Prussia just stared at Germany disbelievingly.
"Bruder…" Germany choked out, his eyes glassy with unshed tears as he finally broke down, embracing the smaller male. He would never let him go again. Ever.
THE END! FINALLY! *laughs manically*
A/N: Yo all! Akai here, I want to thank some of you for being kind and understanding, and bitch to others of you for being assholes. *is trying to be angry but then sees Izaya acting like Meiko on YouTube* BUHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA! …Or is that Hibiya? Anyways, I've moved on from Hetalia to DRRR! Or DURARARA! Izaya has stolen my heart once again 3~ I've already started writing a totally awesome DRRR! FF called "My Shadow" Check it out!
Summary: Izaya knows time is running out, he is appearing more frequently, and his body has been acting strangely lately. Why did he feel so weak? What was with his arms? Will Shizuo, Shinra, Namie, Celty, and everyone be able to save him before time runs out? There's only so much sand in an hourglass before it runs out…. Shizaya!
PEACE OUT DUDES!
-Akai
