Saturday Story: Draw With Me

Brought to you by: Zeie

Pairing/Character: PrussiaxUkraine

A/N: I wonder how many of you have noticed that I've been stealing ideas from YouTube videos... Anyways, for this one you might have to pay a bit more attention to really understand the ending. It's not crack-induced comedy like the last two I wrote, so be prepared for some serious shit.

~Zeie

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The glass.

It had been there for as long as Gilbert could remember. It was several times Gilbert's height, and it seemed to go on forever, neverending. He didn't know why it was there, or how it had gotten there, but he'd stopped wondering a long time ago.

But one day...

He stood in front of the glass, putting his hand on its cool surface. He turned his head to one side, then to the other.

"A girl...?"

A young woman stood several feet away, staring back at him. She looked as if she had been doing the same thing, putting one hand against the glass. Her silvery hair seemed so close to his own in color, but her eyes were different. A beautiful pair of blue eyes stared right back into his own crimson gaze. He ran over to her, smiling. "Hey, girl!"

She frowned slightly, putting a hand to her ear. Could she even hear him through the glass?

"I said hey!" Gilbert said, a bit louder.

The girl shook her head. No, she couldn't hear him.

The albino sighed, remaining silent for a moment. Then his eyes brightened again as he got an idea. "One sec!" He reached into his pocket, pulling out two pieces of chalk. He grinned and tossed one over the glass, which the girl caught in her hands.

He started to write, then crossed it out. Oh yeah, he had to write backwards so that she could read it from the other side.

'Can you write?'

The girl smiled and nodded, writing back. 'Of course I can!'

'Awesome! How about drawing?' Gilbert drew a little doodle of his pet, Gilbird. And it was awesomely cute, of course.

She nodded again, drawing a chibi version of herself. 'Yep!'

Then Gilbert noticed something. 'Hey... You're left-handed!'

'Yup. And you're right-handed?'

Gilbert nodded, 'Ja! Kesesese... That's so weird.'

The girl smiled and started to draw another little doodle. Gilbert started to draw along with her. Sometimes they'd finish each other's drawings, and sometimes they'd stop to just write to each other. After who knows how long, several hours, no doubt, the whole area of glass near where they were sitting was full of drawings. The girl, whose name he had learned was Katyusha, looked up at him and smiled. He frowned slightly, as if troubled by something, and put his hand against the glass.

Blushing, Katyusha put her hand against the glass as well. It was less than an inch away from his, but Gilbert couldn't stand the fact that they'd never be able to touch. He sighed, starting to write again.

'I want to be with you.'

She only smiled again, writing back.

'But you are with me!

...Only this glass is between us.'

Gilbert winced. But he wanted to hear her voice! He wanted to be able to touch her! He stood up, glaring at the glass. No, it wasn't a glass. It was a wall. A wall keeping him from this girl, and he wouldn't let it win!

He punched the wall once with his right hand, then again. And again. Katuyusha stood up, her eyes wide with worry. She shook her head vigorously, and even tough Gilbert couldn't hear her, he could tell that she was trying to shout at him to stop. He frowned, motioning for her to move out of the way. She reluctantly complied, stepping away from the cracks that were begininng to form.

A few more punches, and finally his fist broke through. He smirked triumphantly, for just a brief second, until panic stole his smile away again. The bits of glass that had broken away were starting to move back to their original places... And it didn't seem to matter that his hand was still there.

The next day, they met back by the glass again. Gilbert seemed to be doing okay, despite what had happened.

'Are you okay?'

Gilbert nodded once.

Katyusha smiled, then wrote again. 'Wanna draw?'

Gilbert picked up the chalk with his left hand and wrote, his handwriting strained and awkward. 'I can't anymore...'