Yay for a new update! So, a while ago I got a ton of requests from Amy Kitty Katz for various pairings and such, and I have been working on punching them out for a while now, so here's the next installment for her. Also, just a friendly reminder that you are more than welcome to request pairings from me! Thanks so much, and make sure to review! ~Cheylock

Love without Walls: a Germany x Prussia drabble

Gilbert was utterly miserable. He had been miserable for years, ever since that damned wall went up and separated him from Ludwig. Ivan had him under his control now while Ludwig was under the joint control of Alfred, Arthur, and Francis. He couldn't even see him at world meetings anymore because Ivan kept him locked on his side of the wall. He rested his head against the graffitied concrete and shut his eyes sadly. Beyond that wall was No Man's Land where countless runaways had lost their lives attempting to get to the other side, whether to see loved ones or to simply better their lives. Though, to be totally honest, just about anywhere would have been better than East Berlin during 1989. He couldn't believe he had ever let this happen. He was supposed to protect his people, make sure they were alright, and this is how he repaid them: with bricks and mortar and concrete and misery.

He almost always slept by the Wall. He couldn't help it, and he had convinced Ivan that he needed to to keep sane, so the Russian let him so long as the guards in the watch towers made sure to keep an eye on him from their posts. He couldn't figure out why he had the pathological need to, but he did. Perhaps it was to feel closer to home, or maybe even to Ludwig. He had almost drifted off when he was roused awake by the sound of shouting. He blinked his eyes open and yawned softly before looking around to see what the fuss was.

The guards in the watch towers were shouting to each other in a multitude of different tongues: German, English, French, and Russian, all being yelled in rapid fire. Then…bombs. The sound of bombs resonated through the air in shock waves that made Gilbert sick to his stomach. He knew what those were and why they were going off. Someone was trying to escape. He squeezed his eyes shut and put his hands over his ears in an attempt to muffle the horrific noises as machine guns began to fire. It worked the slightest bit, but he could still hear everything. The shouting, the bombs, the guns…god he hated it.

The song of artillery came to an end just as abruptly as it had begun, and Gilbert hesitantly took his hands off of his ears when he was sure it had ended.

"Gilbert…"

The Prussian's heart nearly stopped when he heard that voice. He hadn't heard that voice since the wall went up almost thirty years prior. His eyes opened slowly, worried that if he opened them too fast the source of the voice may disappear.

As his eyes traveled upward, he took in dirty, toned biceps clad in a tight, torn forest green tank top. A shimmering black Iron Cross laid delicately on a chiseled collarbone and then his actual face. Gilbert's heart stopped for a split second, then he jumped up and nearly tackled him in a crushing hug as tears fell down his face.

"West! Oh, Ludwig…." he sobbed, burying his face in the other's shoulder as he held him. "Mein Gott…it's really you…I-I can't believe…you c-came here…West…gott, West…"

Ludwig's arms wrapped around him in return, his own face moving and pressing kisses all over the top of Gilbert's hair. "Gilbert…oh, I missed you…." he breathed, desperately trying to hold back his own tears, though they threatened to spill over his lids. He had just gone through what very well may be hell incarnate to get to him, and by god if it wasn't the best decision he had ever made. To simply be able to hold him and hear his voice again was worth any trials and tribulations he may have had to go through.

"W-what are you doing here? They're…they're going to find you…." Gilbert sniffled, looking up at the other with his tear stained eyes. The bright crimson orbs shimmered in the light of the setting sun.

"I don't care. I had to see you again, Gilbert. I could not stay away from you a second longer…" Ludwig whispered, gripping the Prussian's shoulders in his hands to make certain that this was actually happening. His hands didn't pass through him like he thought they should. Gilbert was very real under his fingertips, and that sent his heart fluttering in a way that he never thought possible. "Ich liebe dich…" he whispered. Not even asking for the other's permission, he leaned forward and captured Gilbert's lips in a kiss that was so full of love and adoration that it made him dizzy. It was positively intoxicating, better than any beer he had ever consumed, and by god did he want more of this feeling.

Gilbert gasped in surprise when he felt Ludwig's lips against his own, but he was too happy that he had him back to care. His arms looped up and around his neck and his fingers tangled themselves in the golden locks that for once were not slicked back with insane amounts of gel. He kissed back with conviction, desperate to know that this wasn't a dream and that it was actually happening at that present moment. Honestly, he didn't really care all that much if it was a dream. He just hoped that, if it was, he never, ever had to wake up from it.

When Gilbert finally pulled away for breath, he collapsed into Ludwig's arms. "Ich liebe dich auch…" he breathed out, looking up at him from where his head now rested against his chest. "Thank you for coming back to me…"

"Always, Gilbert."