CHAPTER 11

What are you afraid of?-

Gilbert thought for a moment but he couldn't think of too much. The times he felt most afraid were after the berlin wall was erected. Those years were a nightmare.


Austria sat at his piano angrily. His fingers glided over the keys pressing lightly, then harder, manipulating the music to dance and spin through the air around him. He breathed slowly and calmly as he brought the music to a close, feeling the air around him echo slightly with the remnants of the music.

"Hungary." Austria pushed out the piano bench and stood, shaking hands with Hungary who had just entered through the door. "Thank you for meeting me here on such short notice."

"It was not a problem. I quite enjoy hearing you play as well." Hungary smiled. She was wearing her uniform as she was on official business, but it still felt like it was when she was living with Austria.

"I've called you here to discuss the large number of Eastern Germans that seem to be sitting at the edge of out borders." Austria couldn't lie that he was annoyed about this fact.

Hungary looked down and took a deep breath. "If you agree, I would like to propose a brief opening of out borders to let the Prussian's through our borders into Germany's."

There was a pause as Hungary's hands were clenched at her sides. "It's Eastern Germany, or the German Democratic Republic."

"No, they're still Prussians." Hungary's mouth tightened and she felt her body go cold.

"Prussia is gone Hungary. You and I both know that as soon as that wall goes down that there will only be Germany." Austria felt a lump form in his throat. "Letting his citizens flee to Germany will only quicken the process."

"I...I know." Hungary took a gasping breath. "I can't just make them go back though! They deserve a chance!"

"A chance to live outside the soviet rule?" Austria sat down on one of the couches and put his head in his hands. "This isn't just about his citizens, is it Hungary?"

"We're childhood friends." Hungary felt her hands glow clod and clammy, her stomach felt like it was twisting into knots inside of her.

"And we were childhood enemies. What does this make the three of us now?" Austria seemed to laugh as he closed his eyes.

"I want you to let me open the borders." Hungary walked up to the sofa and put her hand on Austria's shoulder. "Please."

"Fine. I'll open borders, but just temporarily." Austria got up and turned to face Hungary. "What are we going to do?"

Hungary smiled sadly. "Hope for the best. Thank you very much Austria." She turned to leave, her stomach knotted. He's just a friend, not even that. She told herself as she walked out.

Austria sat at his piano and started playing again. A melody that drifted aimlessly around the room, following Hungary quietly like a butterfly through the air. "Why does this feel so wrong?" Austria muttered as his hands fluttered over the keys.

"We're enemies, that's why we feel strongly for each other."


He was cold. Gilbert shivered as he ran through the thick snow surrounding Russia's house. Gilbert felt pain shoot up his arms and legs,but he smiled. He was almost there, almost to the Ukraine border. Once he was there it was a quick sprint to Hungary, then Austria, and finally Germany.

Gilbert's cold breath burned in his throat and he stumbled, fell to the ground. Gilbert paused for a second on his hands and knees. It would be so easy just to stop, Russia shouldn't be getting back until later. He had a ways to go, so he should sleep for a while.

He felt his arms buckle and he dropped roughly into the snow. His red eyes stared listlessly into the black whiteness. The falling snow tickled his ears and face. Gilbert felt his body start to burn, pins and needles started stabbing through his body.

He tried moving his arm to push himself up, but he couldn't move it anymore. His dazed brain registered this, but he wasn't worried. Gilbert just lay in the snow, feeling the burning fading from his limbs.

By this time his mind was thoroughly numbed. That feels nice, I'm warm now, the first time in a while. Hehe, there's so much snow, it's just like a blanket, a warm fluffy mattress. Gilbert looked at his outstretched arm, The skin was white and waxy looking. I look like a chameleon, Gilbert remarked. I'm white and I just blend into the snow. Snowflakes fell onto his eyelashes and he slowly closed his eyes.

The warm feeling spread so his whole body. Gilbert felt disconnected from his own body, like he was a ghost. He could just stay here and lay underneath the snow forever. It was warm and comfortable there.

Suddenly Gilbert opened his eyes. He didn't want to disappear. He wasn't a human, he was Prussia, The great empire that kicked the ass of whoever he wanted. Gilbert gritted his teeth and tried to lift himself up. He didn't want to die, not yet! He wasn't going to be forgotten like that, not without a fight! He tried to move but he was too far gone. His eyes slipped closed again, and he felt fear grip his chest. No, he couldn't go like this!

"Where are you German Democratic Republic?" Russia's childish voice rose over the whistling wind.

Gilbert struggled for consciousness, Russia...he would find him. Take him back... Die, or go back with Russia.


Gilbert stretched his hands, he'd been found by Russia. His fingers and toes had grown back, slowly but surely. People were right when they said hell was cold. Hell was cold and nobody knew your name.

What are you afraid of- Being forgotten


Author's Note-Wow, you guys really told me your favourite pairings. I tried for an Austria Hungary Prussia thing here but I think I could of done better.

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