PruAus
Gilbert stared lifelessly into the crowd.
The awesome him hated this unawesome life. No one understood the pain he was in. He had only wanted to check in on Roderich, wanted Roderich to forgive him…
And all he got were those words.
"Please, stop making him suffer, Elizaveta! You're—we're—killing him!"
"What do you know, Roderich? You don't know! I've loved him from the very start! I used to think it was wrong, because I was a boy, but now I realize I'm a girl, Roderich, I love him!"
"Elizaveta, I understand. I loved him too, from the very beginning. But we're draining him away, don't you understand. Only a life for a life can the trade be made. He was destined to die from the very start. He's only been holding up, but it's not going to be soon before he realizes he's disappearing."
"But I don't want to lose him!"
"Neither do I! I…Elizaveta, there's only one thing I can do. That we can do."
"That is…?"
"Kill me."
Gilbert shut his eyes, remembering the dialogue he had eavesdropped in on. Roderich had purposely killed himself.
How remarkably selfish?
How dreadful?
How Roderich?
Gilbert would've much rather the awesome him die and awesome death than watch his lover die an unawesome death. And what was Roderich thinking, leaving Elizaveta alive in the same room after she had killed him? For Gilbert to find?
How could Gilbert love her?
How could he love again?
Gilbert turned on his heels, walking out the door. When he had finally realized what he had done, he had almost killed Elizaveta, he had got out, dazed. He had gotten drunk. Way too high for his own good, he had reentered his own house, and finding Maximo sitting there on the couch, listening to the bastard tell him how darn unawesome he was…he couldn't accept it.
He couldn't accept any of it.
He had hurt Maximo.
It was only fair that Maximo had got in a few hits and cuts too.
Gilbert stumbled out into the cold Russian night air.
How many days had it been? Only the night before had he kissed Elizaveta, had he hurt Roderich, had Yao Wang woken up from his dreadfully unawesome long sleep. And only today morning had he accidentally overheard the conversation, had he watched Elizaveta cry and kill Roderich, had he almost killed Elizaveta.
There was no law to condemn him, and there was nothing there to tell him he was wrong.
Gilbert felt the tears flow down his face as he whispered two words: "Little Princess."
How he had wished he had stayed, how he wished that instead of pulling all his shit and his damned bastard acting in front of his princess, he had instead f*cking stayed by him, stayed by his ruler, stayed by his princess, stayed by his Roderich.
And now he was dead.
"Damn!" Gilbert swore, punching his already bloodied fist into a wall.
"…Bruder! Gilbert!" Ludwig's voice sounded from behind him. Gilbert didn't want to care, he didn't want to listen, he didn't want to give a damn about anything…if he had bothered to give a damn about Roderich, the Austrian wouldn't have died for him!
"It's over, Ludwig…"
"Bruder!"
"I've killed him…"
"Bruder!"
"I've almost killed Elizaveta…"
"Bruder!"
Gilbert lifted his head up, the crimson irises meeting up with the dark night sky. A whole week and four days, that's all it took for his lover to free himself from the burden he had been forced to carry.
There would be no home for him anymore.
"Bruder!" Ludwig's hand clasped onto Gilbert's shoulder, the German panting heavily, a whole crowd of people behind him.
"Yes?"
Ludwig looked at Gilbert with a determined look in his face.
"Arthur says he can revive Roderich. So please, please come back?" Ludwig pleaded. Gilbert stared at Ludwig.
"For what? For his own life. No, bruder, I was the one that had murder little princess with my own actions, now I must walk on with this. I'm sorry…I'll try to stay in contact. This was my wedding gift for you, I'm sorry I won't be able to go…" Speaking, Gilbert pulled the silver dagger from his belt and put it in Ludwig's hands. "This was a symbol of peace and prosper, but it will only work when your life has love in it, and damn, I've lost it. Look where it's led me? This dagger is a gift, and it is also a curse. I trust that you will end up better with it than me…"
"Bruder?" Ludwig asked, tears stumbling down his face.
"Abschied, bruder."
And with that, the Prussian walked off into the night, the only thing that accompanied him in his lonesome leave his cape, fluttering amongst the night.
Ha...yes, I've done it. I'm such a jerk. I'm terribly sorry that I forgot to update again last Thursday. I was away and I forgot to bring my charger...(QAQ)...pls forgive me...continue to review, favorite/follow!
PuppetPainter
P.S. The second extra will come up before the end of this month (I hope...)
