Hey guys, it's YYLoverGirl1 and oh boy, where I do begin…..My hiatus has been long overdue and I feel terrible for not writing anything fanfic related for almost the past 3 years. A lot has changed in my life with school, family, and my own personal writing. I had a lot to deal with towards the end of my college especially my senior research project on Bioshock and video game culture. I hope this chapter will make up anything that I haven't done in a LONG time. Plus, I was struggling for quite sometime to get my fanfiction writing mojo back since I have been focusing on a plethora of original stories.
At first I wrote this fanfic as a kinda funny idea to ponder about, but in my wildest dreams I could never imagine this becoming a lot of work. Tanglepelt, I can't thank you enough for sifting through drafts of these chapters and your comments have helped me tremendously.
Please enjoy!
Sorrow and guilt, mere words that no person nor nation should ever have to endure. Any logical sense made was absolute jargon. It could not be some strange remnants the Pictonians left behind; it was more than that and more harmful than anyone could think.
Six strong nations fell to their own defeat; their own sins ended up as their Achilles heel. One remained, waiting at the bitter end for the right one to die. His patience wore incredibly thin and the snow storm suddenly stopped. A single flake couldn't be seen. The air crisp and fresh, Prussia's inner darkness couldn't stand it. I'm growing rather impatient; Ludwig, brother, you'll finally be mine.
Sounds of countless nations' boots crunching against the dense snow marched on their way to support Germany. The blond Germanic nation stood tall and proud; he no longer wanted any doubt or hesitation to get to him. Any obstacle could be conquered; He bore a smile as a proud German, fighting with a pure heart and tenacity that would never fade.
"Big brother, aren't you surprised to see me and the others here? Don't ever get the idea that your band was any more stronger than we were combined."
Prussia found Germany's remark pointless and scoffed at him. "Ha, I can't believe that you want me to think that each and every one of you can stop me."
Hidden in his right hand was his old necklace that he wanted to discard of, but he couldn't. Old memories of their bonding and friendship made him sick to his stomach.
"You recognize this?"
As soon as Germany saw that necklace, he didn't falter back instead, he marched forward with his hands placed delicately on the scabbard and hilt of the 1936 German Dagger. Before he took one more step forward, he turned around to look at everyone. Estonia carried Latvia, Lithuania held Belarus, and Japan and Turkey helped each other trying to stand-up. Despite their cuts, bruises, and differences they could all look up to Germany as a true leader.
The tiniest nation was asleep like a baby and Estonia trampled and fumbled through the snow to give Germany one last message. "I've been able to gain enough insight on Prussia's fighting style you need to-"
Before Estonia finished his statement, Germany put his hand in front of him with a smirk. "Don't worry, I know how he fights. After all he is my own flesh and blood, we've gotten into enough fist fights." he said sternly.
Silver iron glistened along the white snow and starkly contrasted with his black Greatcoat. Tensions were at its highest, everything was put on the line. It wasn't valor or pride, a brother was on the line who could shift the balance either way. The idea of time was nonexistent, again; an idea that has been perpetuated so many times.
A clear historical shift to the modern times took its toll on the white haired German. Even though he tried to maintain some of his close relationships, nobody really knew who Prussia really was. His existence was wiped off the map literally. All of ties to his old ancestry seemed privative; a void of depression and isolation filled it up. Maybe that's why he wrote in his diary that often with depressing entries.
Knuckles and bones cracked in Prussia's right hand as he crumpled the necklace against it, he did not want to be reminded of old memories. The same anger and all of his emotions clashed together, they could be seen in his red eyes. Step after step, with his head titled to the right, a horrendous crunching sound never forced Germany to falter.
Germany remained stoic, never showed any fear, insecurity, or any kind of reactions to the awful noise. Strong blue eyes narrowed into slits as he took one step forward with his hand over the hilt. "Listen brother, I understand why you've acted like this all along. You don't have to feel like this just because you are my younger brother."
Something familiar shot down through Prussia's spine, a human warmth he hadn't felt in a long time. He groaned and shrugged it off in ire and disdain. You idiot, why must you insist for these humanistic feelings? The young Prussian clenched his fists in sheer anger, but the smirk on his face told a different story. Fingernails scratched against his palms, tiny red rivers of blood seeped and splashed amongst the snow.
The dark, black aura made its presence again made all of the nations back off greatly ready to counterattack, specifically Switzerland for the oddest of reasons. His instincts to be ready for any attack always worked to his advantage even though he preferred to remain neutral. Holding Liechtenstein in his arms made him tremble, but he wanted to be the older, protective brother and Nation he should be. Suddenly, small and weak coughs escaped from Liechtenstein's petite body. She tried with all of her might to utter a few sentences, even so she did not have enough energy to open her eyes.
"Brüder, I hope I can always make you happy." she said with a light tone, her eyelids barely opened with a slight hint of green shone through.
To his relief he smiled but ushered for Belgium to come over and resuscitate her immediately; the bullet remained buried in the little girl's forehead. With a small pair of tweezers in her hand, she slowly removed it delicately and wrapped it up with gauze. "She should be okay for now, but she still needs to see a real doctor and we can't leave until Germany takes down Prussia. I don't want to give him any funny ideas."
The two nodded at each other knowing what would be the consequences. All of the other nations were relieved as well to hear that their youngest nation was okay, but were concerned about the health of Latvia. After Belgium took care of the little girl, she went towards Estonia and did everything she could.
Two German nations knew it would come down to the wire, their pawns played on the board meticulously and each served their purpose. Friends and foes shifted around, they made their jumps and attacks, but now the two "kings" came face to face.
Prussia twitched, his mouth slightly opened with an unnerving growl underneath his breath. That particular black aura manifested around both of his hands, solidifying into blades. However, he realized that the hand-blades were not truly his fighting style, instead he opted for an actual sword. He slammed his two fists together with the black mass of his aura molding into a blade. The other nations kept their distance and left everything into Germany's hands.
"Kick his ass!" Turkey yelled tremendously.
"Thanks, I could really use those words of encouragement" the blond German nation acknowledged. Time was straining on his end and finally took the first advancements. Unsheathing the dagger, he crouched as low as he possibly good to stab Prussia in the thigh.
Recognizing what Germany was really aiming for, Prussia somersaulted backwards onto a larger stone. "Really, is that all you got? A mere jab to my legs? How pathetic!"
Prussia raised his freehand, his blood veins pulsated greatly with the black blood traveling to his hand and pooled into small, countless crystalized fragments. The smell of rotten eggs made the other Nations sick to their stomach as he threw them in a 360 degree motion. Each shard pierced the ground and pumped their own poison. Italy was the most familiar with various smells and realized what it was. "Guys, whatever you do don't breathe it in. It's ammonia; I'm sure, try to breathe into some sort of cloth."
Immediately, everybody grabbed the bottoms of their jackets and hoped the ammonia saturated air would not last for too long. Denmark hated not being able to do anything, but he felt some comfort from Norway and the two nodded at each other in agreement as Germany continued his battle.
For some reason, when Germany turned his head to see the others he was a bit shocked. Why am I not being bothered by the ammonia? Wait, I know why. He knew that Prussia always liked to be the center of attention. In retaliation, the blond German bolted slightly past the boulder where Prussia stood for a quick shot. Secretly, Germany hid a small pistol he took from Latvia's pocket when Estonia tried to debrief him. "This is for Latvia and the pain he's had to endure because of Russia!"
His right finger pulled the trigger, a small mass of iron flew threw the barrel and made his mark. The metal slugged through his right shoulder and it bled quite a bit. The coldness of the blood was nothing but soothing to his inner soul; it cried for mercy. Prussia tried to take one step forward, but then pain seared through his entire body. Almost like a shockwave, he collapsed and the black aura vanished. Tears rolled down his face. "Ludwig, I can't take this anymore. I can't-" he cried. His tears froze into small droplets and the snow only numbed his face more.
Germany walked towards him cautiously, not letting his guard drop whatsoever. "Listen, I know all the pain you have suffered because you isolated yourself away from everyone. Yes, history and someone's past can be a very painful thing to remember. You know I can vouch for that, I know the people in my country did terrible things and I did not want to be a part of it. I do not let them define me who I am, you have to find yourself somewhere and never let them deter you." He only wanted for his comrades to be happy, he bit his lower lip in frustration and was close enough to put the trigger right on Prussia's forehead.
"In order to avenge for my fallen comrades, I have to act as judge and executioner. You murdered an innocent woman, a mortal who wanted no part with your plans. A Nation has to be accountable for their actions, just like any war has taught me, your resolution makes a heart stronger even when the situation feels hopeless." Germany said coldly, he tried to prevent his arm from shaking. This was the moment he dreaded the most.
"I'm sorry, I love you Gilbert."
Just as he pulled the trigger, Prussia screamed in retaliation. Ear-piercing screams shattered the droplets on his face, his face warped like a wild animal. All of his inhibitions were erased and pain threshold skyrocketed. Quickly he was able to get the black aura around his hands into blades, stabbed them right into Germany's left shoulder area. Only inaudible sounds escaped the literal madman, he no longer cared about his own humanity. All of those words Germany spoke fell on deaf ears, it was a lost cause. His other freehand was ready to stab him in the forehead. "Brother, you speak of freedom and sanctity; I speak for the real truth that all humans have and that also accounts towards Nations."
The more Prussia drove his "blade" into Germany's shoulder, blood poured. "No one gives two shits about mortality and only the weak will perish. Evil is all around, don't try to parade that wills and goodness exists inside people. Only the matter of the fact that people commit terrible acts and Latvia deserved to die right there. He thought he had the 'will' to fight against Russia. I think maybe we should let history repeat themselves and allow those weaker countries and citizens fall back into ruin." His tongue hung out of his mouth itching for a taste of his own brother's blood.
"You tell me, is your fight worth it in the end? Because once I eliminate all of you-" as he was cutoff, Germany elbowed him in the cheek and was able to get enough distance from him. Any much longer and he could have moved his hand towards my heart. Because he lost quite a bit of blood his vision was slightly blurred, but that never deterred him from his ultimate goal. Slowly, he switched out his gun for a knife out of its holster and prepared for the onslaught of attacks.
His breathing helped him to go through each attack, almost gracefully. Metal clinked as arms and legs intersected one another. Carefully he ducked under each punch and hook, even dodged a potential armlock. As Prussia's arm ran along Germany's bicep, he knew he got the fight in the bag once he pinned him.
"Brother, your crimes will be punished and I AM the judge and executioner!" Immediately, Germany flipped him over, locked his arm, and put his knee on Prussia's face to keep him in place. Inhuman muffles and screams escaped from the madman and the more he struggled, the more pressure was put onto the weaker structure of the elbow area. Small snapping sounds could be heard, but the pain did not bother him at all. Thrashing was his only way to respond and Germany almost dropped his knife.
Bright blue eyes stared into the soulless dark red eyes, the weight and tension of the German's muscles thrusting the dagger of punishment into the Prussian's heart. Slowly the knife cut through the layers of muscle and bone until it hit the critical spot. Blood curdled and splattered everywhere, Prussia could not breathe. His eyes flickered in total fear. Am I really dying or how many times have I died already? Maybe that's the reason I am no longer a technical country. I dissolved into the rest of the German population and nobody cares what a Prussian is or was. My history is gone and I think it is about time I become a part of another diary. Tears slowly fell from the corners of his eyes, he felt he could finally be at rest his chest breathing lessened after only a few seconds.
Suddenly bright green lights broke through the white sky. Germany and everyone else covered their eyes and were aghast at what they saw. Italy was surprised to see old friends for only the second time. "No way, Germany it's the Pictonians. They actually came! Oh my god, I can't believe it!"
The sight of silver spaceships just seemed so uncanny and unnatural. Slowly but surely large circular masses of green light came towards the nations. Germany looked down at his brother and held Prussia's hand as he placed to close to his heart. An angel-like woman appeared in front of him. A face could not be seen, but its feminine figure was a literal godsend. Her small smile, gleaming teeth, and rays of white light lifted everyones' spirits. Slowly but surely the other aliens waddled out, unable to show emotion through their face but through their bodies. They waved their arms awkwardly in an attempt to say hello again through their unique radio-like voices.
One of the smaller aliens suddenly appeared behind Sealand. He wasn't scared at all, he reached out for a needed hug. "Please, no more violence. Why do wars always have to happen by the adults? They're supposed to make the right decisions and let children grow up." It was almost too much for him handle and just as his eyes were about to water the alien wiped his tears away. "You don't have to cry anymore. People shouldn't cry, this has to stop!"
Italy was simply astounded and ran up to their leader, but he wished he could smile at her. Gloom and death loomed over his head and everyone else's. "I'm so sorry, all of us were supposed to be closer. Not fight like this, we are all to blame for this." The older Italian nation was shocked as he felts her hands around his baby-like cheeks. A warm and bright glow manifested into a larger aura coating his entire body. As she drew her arms back towards her body Italy was lifted into the air and Germany was encased in that same glow. All of his wounds miraculously healed and whispered into his ear. "Show me the nations that have been injured and I will make things right."
The other nations carried the injured and unconscious victims in front of the queen alien. Estonia held Latvia's head lightly away from the marks Russia left and just wanted him to see awake again. Austria and Hungary lied right next to each other holding each other's hands. Denmark smiled and sighed in relief. He just wanted life to return to normal. "I think we are all going to need a drink, but Latvia can't have anything haha!" he exclaimed happily. Estonia responded with a nod towards the Dane.
While the other Nordic nations huddled around Estonia and Lithuania, the others simply sat down in a circle. Everyone's hands came together and closed their eyes for a prayer, for some of them it wasn't something they would do a normal basis. The alien queen raised her arms upwards, small white and yellow orbs formed around her fingertips. America held Canada lightly and kissed him on the forehead. "Bro, I promise that you won't feel alone anymore. You can bet on it!"
Thousands upon thousands orbs shot out in every possible direction like comets. Each one of them had a familiar warmth to them, like a mother's love that can never be replaced. Their heat zipped through the air and created large, uniform clumps for each of the fallen nations. Slowly they fell onto their chests, radiating throughout their entire body. Wounds to muscles and bones healed miraculously, suddenly Latvia coughed violently. Suddenly Belarus did the same, Lithuania kept her long blonde hair away from her face. "Natalya, it's me Toris. Do you recognize me?"
Pale blue eyes stared into iridescent green irises. She was horrified with what she committed. I did all of this? Why did I ever let myself become a pawn of Prussia's plan? Tears formed at the corner of her eyes, the warmth from her close friend was what she needed. "Toris, I feel so stupid. I know I can get angry and I've hurt you in the past. Please forgive me," she quivered and shook in his arms, but then she desperately looked for her brother and sister. Netherlands approached and kneeled towards her. "Your brother will wake up, but I made sure your sister is taking care of him. A lot has transpired when you went insane and I was the one who knocked you out."
More nations began coughing and waking up to the atrocities they committed. Spain freaked out as he felt each layer of bandages wrapped around his head. "Where's Romano? I need to let him know about something."
China looked around for the south Italian and found him having a conversation with America. For the first time ever Romano and America were discussing about brothers. Words of jealousy and envy were mentioned, but they were drowned out with positivity about their accomplishments and inspiration. China tapped on the older Italian's shoulder. "Spain's calling for you, I think you two need to sit down and talk out a couple of things. I think we need to let America and Canada have their talk."
Snow crunched underneath Romano's feet as he saw the Spaniard slumped in sorrow with his eyes angled to the ground, but some things remained the same. It never mattered where he was or what time it was, Romano's manners never changed. "Hey you," he said impolitely with his same general reaction towards everything, "don't be angry at me that I shot you in the head. It was the only way China and I could stop you. You never bring knifes to a sword fight." He pouted like he did as chibi Nation with his familiar temperament.
Spain tussled Romano's hair and smiled. "It's okay, you and Yao had to do what was morally right to stop me. Not just me, but to stop Prussia altogher." While the two bonded and eventually Italy joined in, people almost forgot about Austria's and Hungary's condition.
The two woke up with their hands and heads towards each others, their fingers slowly met each others and lightly clasped together. Austria tried so hard to open his eyes, the weight of his glasses seemed difficult to get a clear glimpse of his former lover. Hungary coughed vigorously and slumped over. As soon as Austria fully opened his eyes he was horrified by it. "Elizaveta, are you feeling okay?"
"Yeah, just that feeling in my chest is gone. My heart no longer feels angry, I can actually smile again." Her smile gleamed and made everyone else happy. Italy was the happiest to see a wonderful smile on her beautiful face.
"Roderich, don't you think that we should just sit down and maybe have a picnic for just the two of us?" she chirped with her usual happy tone. She slouched back on Austria's shoulder and he whispered into her ear. "I know we might have broken up once, but that doesn't mean I will ever stop loving you." He lightly touched her chin and lips met for the right moment.
England for once smiled at the beautiful sight and saw France from a glimpse away. Quickly he ran over to the French nation where he was with Japan and Turkey. Even with their injuries healed, the two were drained beyond belief. Turkey tapped his sheath against his foot and looked up at England. "Man, even my days during the Ottoman Empire weren't as draining as this fight was."
England wanted to laugh, but it would be inappropriate and it seemed Japan refrained himself from speaking. Usually Japan is a little more talkative, but he prefers to keep matters to a minimum. Japan kept his blank expression and fixated onto his kitana sheath. "I think some apologies from both you and France are in needed order." The British nation slightly groaned, but he knew he wasn't exactly nice to France before everything transpired.
"Francis, hey it's me Arthur." he told calmly without any condescension. To his relief all of France's wounds were gone, but in the back of his mind he felt awful and wanted to be there for moral support. Just seeing France in such a miserable state made him sick to his stomach. He kneeled on the ground right next to him, carefully pushed his hair back behind his ears.
"Look I know you and I have said some awful, nasty, arguments in the past, but that doesn't matter anymore. I'm so sorry Francis, please find it in your heart to forgive Kiku and I for having to injure you like that. If you had carried on-"
Suddenly the French man placed his hand on the Englishman's shoulder. "You don't need to say anything more, all of us are guilty for the crimes we committed. We all have sins and there are times where they define who we are. However, it takes a certain kind of state to have them happen, now we can feel happy again."
"Next time you decide to unexpectedly crash at my place, I'll make some tea for you." England and France felt like they could set their anger aside and smile to one another. Usually the two were used to bickering to one another, but they didn't want to do it in front of the others.
The other Pictonians decided to walk around and give some level of comfort to the other nations. One of the smaller aliens decided to sit next to Prussia and sang some kind of song even though it sounded like radio waves to the other nations. Germany was ready to set things right with Prussia once and for all. Please find it in your heart, if you can, to forgive all of us. I can't blame you for your actions. Today, your country doesn't exist and I can't imagine the pain you suffer on a daily basis. The blond nation closed his eyes firmly and felt someone touching his shoulder. He wanted to open up his eyes to give him or her a smile, but he was shocked to hear someone else's voice.
Big brother, cut the crap will you? Prussia would finally be able to have the conversation he's been wanting to have for awhile. I know a lot has happened within the past week or so, and I don't think I can ever begin to apologize enough. I did kill a woman out of hatred and rage; that's undeniable. I just want things to go back to normal and the more I think about it, how stupid was I? Letting my old, dark thoughts cloud my mind like that.
Germany crouched closer to his brother and placed the crumpled necklace into Prussia's open hand. No you weren't stupid, you were afraid. You felt alone and isolated. You should've told us about your feelings, but it can be very hard to talk about them. I'm not trying to sound like a psychologist, but it can't be healthy to keep them pent up for so long. I love you little brother.
When Prussia opened up his eyes, the sun was at the right spot where they gleamed to show his innocence and purity. No nation could truly be evil, it only takes the right mindset to make them feel that way.
Carefully, Germany helped to get Prussia back onto his own feet and even Prussia himself was ready to apologize in front of everyone. The other nations turned their heads so they could hear him properly. "Listen, a lot and I mean A LOT has happened here in this snowfield or battleground. I know that we are immortal so we can recover quickly from physical wounds, but emotionally I'm not sure if I could ever repair the ties I have severed so badly. If you want to hate me, then do so."
Spain let out the biggest smile he possibly could. "We can never hate you. Hate is too strong of a word. Sure we might have been frustrated at the situation, but you are still considered a friend. Don't forget the days we had together as a fearsome trio alongside France. Put a smile on your face niño."
Such kindness was shocking to the albino and it nearly made him cry. Many of the other nations hugged him out of their own kindness and heart. Numerous aliens formed a large circle around them and their yellow glows transported everyone back to Austria's place. The leader of the aliens had a few words for them. "I'm so sorry for what has happened. I hope that everyone continues to smile and continue this wonderful friendship. It might sound cliched, but friendship does make the world go round."
That night, Prussia slept the best night he ever had.
If I want to end this journal entry with anything, it's that I never expected to have such close friends who cared for me. Everyone has their own personal troubles and even though my name may be erased from the maps; my face can never be erased.
And that is it folks, thanks for sticking by this fanfic for quite sometime. I never want to end up in that fanfiction writing rut EVER again. I've been making a bunch of writing resolutions and that I have to work on something every week because the best thing a writer can do is to write SOMETHING. Even if a sentence or a single word isn't enough, overtime it adds up tremendously.
When I first got into Hetalia, I really liked Germany from the start just because he's very compassionate and has a kind heart all-around, but Prussia has also hit a part of me I would never expect. Some people would like to write him off as one of those obnoxious characters that would end up in their least favorite characters list, but I find him endearing because that is how he tries to get through things. If you become the center of attention, whether positive or negative, you will be noticed.