A/N: I'm really speed-editing this, so please tell me if you spot any errors. Thanks!
Chapter Fourteen
"Have you chosen yet, Prussia? You will join me, да?" Russia asked with an angelic smile. Gilbert just glared at him in response. His eyes were bloodshot, making his eyes redder than usual. The Prussian sighed wearily before standing and facing the Russian.
"Ja, Russia... I have decided..." Gilbert paused for a second before smirking and looking the cruel and cold country in front of him in the eye. Still smirking, the albino spat in Russia's face.
"You can shove your fucking offer up your ass!" He snarled angrily as the Russian calmly wiped the spit away.
"You don't want to avenge your brother?" Russia asked curiously, a dangerous glint in his eyes.
Gilbert bared his throat arrogantly. "Oh, I will avenge him! I will kill you for his death! America had nothing to do with it, you jackass! It was you!" The Prussian shouted, furiously wiping away the single tear that ran down his cheeks at the mention of Ludwig.
"My little bird is too blind to see, да?" Russia murmured as he brushed away the tear. With a feral growl, Gilbert grabbed the Russian's wrist and pushed him off.
"Don't you fucking touch me! You are responsible for it! I will fucking kill you!" Russia just smiled and pulled his hand from the Prussian's iron grip, staring at him thoughtfully for a second before slamming him against the wall by his throat.
"And how will you do that? You are my little bird, stuck in his little cage." He chuckled at the way Gilbert struggled, flinging insults at him in all the languages he knew when he found himself pinned. He tried to escape, but to no avail; he was too weakened from the strain and lack of food his body had been put through. "You will become one with me eventually, Prussia," He threatened before releasing the man.
Gilbert fell to the ground panting and glaring at the departing figure. "My people will fight you, Russia! I will be the one to fucking kill you!" Russia paused at the door and turned his head to glare at the other country.
"Your people are mine, Prussia. Any trouble from you and I will kill them one by one, да?" He smiled at the way the Prussian collapsed, hopelessness driving him back to his knees. "You are my little bird. Just accept it and become one, да?"
"Nein! Never! You killed Ludwig! You killed mein bruderlein!" Gilbert snarled, tears clouding his vision. Killed mein bruderlein... It was the first time that the Prussian had said the words aloud. The first time he'd acknowledged it.
Russia smiled but left the room, leaving Gilbert to his thoughts.
He was dead... He'd never see him again... Gilbert was... alone?
With his words still racing around his head, the Prussian curled into a ball on the floor and sobbed. "Why, West? Why?" The cracked words escaped his throat as he lost himself in his grief.
"Please! Don't leave me, bruder!" Ludwig begged holding onto his brother's shirt. He could feel the other nations staring at them, Feliciano standing behind him.
Gilbert just smiled arrogantly. "We always leave you in the end, West, haven't you realised this by now?" The other countries turned and walked away from them, fading before the German's tear-filled eyes.
"Please! I don't want to be alone! Gil! Feli!" The Italian just walked past him and vanished without even a glance in his direction.
"Bruder! Please-" Ludwig pleaded, he was silenced by Gilbert's hands closing around his throat.
"Goodbye, bruder..." The hands began to tighten as-
"Luddy! Wake up!" Feliciano begged, shaking Ludwig's shoulder to wake him. The German yelped as he jerked awake, panting and staring around the room fearfully. He flinched when Feliciano's hand touched his shoulder.
"Please... I'm sorry... Don't leave-" Ludwig murmured in a panic.
"It's okay, Ludwig...It's okay...It was just a nightmare." The Italian murmured as Ludwig slowly started to calm down.
"R-Right... Just a nightmare..." The German panted. He didn't question the Italian on why he was in his bed. Ludwig had given up on chasing the Italian out of his bed a while ago, as he had learned that Feliciano would just sneak back in anyway.
"Was it the same one?" Feliciano asked nervously, moving closer to the German.
Ludwig just nodded slightly as he leaned into Feliciano, enjoying the contact more than he cared to admit. He didn't need to go into which nightmare they were talking about. They both knew how it went.
The Italian frowned slightly as he felt the German shiver slightly. That nightmare had haunted his sleep for the past week. Feliciano cocked his head to the side thoughtfully before pressing his lips to Ludwig's, trying to kiss away the pain left behind from the dream.
"...I can chase away the dream... If you want..." He breathed against the German's lips. He saw Ludwig's eyes widen as he pulled away anxiously.
"You-You would?" He murmured softly, eyes widening further when he saw Feliciano nod. "I don't want to hurt you again..."
Feliciano just laughed as he pressed himself closer to the German. "You could never hurt me, Luddy! I trust you..." He pressed his lips to Ludwig's again and couldn't hold back a gentle smile when he felt the German's lips move against his.
He would chase the nightmare away...