This is a new record. XD I never updated that soon. Blame it on the maple croissant I ate today. This chapter wasn't actually supposed to be like that. But it wrote itself. I warn you: All the pieces are now in place, the real story can finally begin.
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"Talking"
WARNING: LANGUAGE! YAOI!
Disclaimer: No, I DON'T OWN IT.
NOTE: This chapter was not Beta'd. Sorry for any mistakes you might find.
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Chapter 4 : Bobo
Gilbert nuzzled the soft white fur. Stroking Gil-bun, he stared blankly ahead.
He didn't know why, but when he received Gil-bun from Russia-sama and had to think of a name, he was reminded of blue eyes and little birds. It was all a mess of blue and gold in his head, noting really clear. But when he thought about those blue eyes… He felt warm inside. As if putting a smile on that nameless person was his life goal. It was weird really, how the name Ludwig just popped in his head. And that voice…
"Brother! You have a bird on your head… Again." Low, and smooth.
"Another panda? Brother…" Warm eyes, big, strong hands patting his head.
So familiar, yet so far away in his mind. It seemed kind of important, but he couldn't quite place his finger on it. Whose voice was that?
And the words, let's not forget the words. Brother, the voice said. Did he have a brother?
How silly. Of course not! Russia-sama would have told him. Maybe it was just his mind playing tricks on him. He was pretty tired. With all the attacks he had lately, no wonder his head was acting funny.
Prussia curled up and tightened his hold on his plush-filled companion. He had a weird feeling in the pit of his stomach. His people were getting more and more bold. Something was going to happen soon. Whether it hurt him or not, he had a feeling it would change his life.
He remembered the words Russia-sama said to him.
"You won't leave me, da?"
Of course not. No matter what happens, he'll stay with Russia. Because he is his whole world now.
…
But still. He had a feeling he was breaking a promise.
"Brother! BRUDER! Don't go! Please!"
A promise to the voice.
But it was just a voice, right?
Just a voice…
Curling up even tighter on himself, Gilbert closed his eyes, his tears staining the snow-white fur of his bunny.
Watching his people leave and be unable to stop them hurts. Even more when they lost their lives trying. Not being able to distract Russia-sama when he came home exhausted hurts. Seeing Lithuania throw him these looks of pity, and not knowing why, hurts.
But not being able to remember that voice, it tore him apart from the inside.
He wanted Russia-sama, he wanted to hide under the covers, he wanted to curl up and stay that way forever.
Most of all, he wanted to be held by the hands and hear the voice say everything would be alright.
Gilbird chirped sadly. Where was its owner? It's been so long since it last saw him. Oh, don't get it wrong, the strong man was nice, and the dogs could hold a decent conversation, but it wasn't the same. If it could, it would fly over the world, find its owner and never leave him. But it was on a mission.
A huge hand lifted it, and it looked into huge blue eyes.
"You miss him too, don't you?" the man petted its head softly with the tip of his finger.
Gilbert looked up at the man, this man so precious to its master.
It would protect this man. After all, it was its owner's last wish. Gilbird chirped once again and looked pass the invisible wall.
Its awesome owner was late.
If a bird could sigh, it would be doing exactly that.
Russia gripped his desk, hard. If look could kill, this stupid sheet of paper that was mocking him by its mere existence, staying innocently on his desk, would be twisting in agony. No matter it was an inanimate object that couldn't feel anything.
He would make it feel his rage.
Why? Why did America and Germany team up to make his life hell?
Why couldn't they just die and leave him alone.
Why did they insist on stealing the only good thing that happened to him in a long time?
Mark his words; he would never let America get away with this. He would stand his ground. If needed to be, he'd press the button and fire those missiles. Let them know he was not to be messed with.
Do. Not. Mess. With. Russia.
Yvan read the letter once again. He growled, fingers itching for his pipe.
Damn that America, damn that Germany. Damn them to hell and beyond. There was no way in hell he was letting them get away with this.
They were not getting Prussia! He was his!
Antonio looked outside, pressing his face against the cold glass of the window. He listened to the rain, the temperature reflecting his mood. Romano just left to see his brother, which, for once, was completely fine with him. These days, he felt empty. Like he was missing a part of himself.
Smiling was so much harder than it was a few years ago.
He missed Prussia. Gilbert. Gilbo. His friend. His arrogant, self-important, crazy friend.
He felt hollow. And guilty. After all, it was his fault if he wasn't there anymore. He should've protested the dissolution. He should've said something when they sent him away with Russia. He should have just taken Gilbo into his arms tell him how sorry he was. For everything.
For being a bad friend.
Would he ever forgive him? Would he ever forgive himself?
Would he see Gilbo again?
Antonio looked up, as the rain stopped and a ray of sun passed through the clouds.
Maybe… Maybe there was hope.
Someone pounded on the door. Lifting his head, erasing the last remnants of melancholy off his face, Spain opened the door.
He was met with the rare sight of France's flushed face.
"Mi amigo! What are you…"
France gripped his forearm.
"The Wall fell."
October 9th, 1989, the Berlin Wall fell. The exact second people started going through, Gilbert collapsed on the ground, a pool of blood forming near his mouth, his hands limply holding a stuffed bunny.
Yes, the wall fell. :O
I was as surprised as you. I wanted to wait a few more chapters. But now, the pieces are all in place.
The real stuff is about to begin.
Did Gilbo remember more? Is he DEAD? Find out in the next chapters!
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'till next time,
Cerma-chan
