Author's Note- Hello all, this one is not a particularly holiday story but it is a winter story that involves two of my favorite Hetalia characters to write for. I hope you will enjoy it, but before we get to the story a quick that you to Sora Moto for their wonderful review. I am glad they enjoyed the effort that I put into the little historical details.
Disclaimer-I do not own Hetalia or Rise of the Guardians, but I have touched a piece of concrete that was once part of the Berlin Wall.
The Brother Who Called Over The Wall
Jack Frost could never understand why humans felt the need to build so many walls to keep people away from each other. Since the Winter Spirit's creation he never been bound to artificial concepts of country or citizenship, instead he had been as free as the winds to travel where the elements would allow. His great amount of autonomy was probably the reason why could never understand the city of Berlin.
Western Berlin was a beautiful place to visit during the long winter nights. It was a bright and cheerful city, full of light and music. Jack enjoyed visiting the markets, occasionally sneaking a pastry or two from a passing cart or starting a snowball fight in the town square. East Berlin was a completely different city filled with gray tombstone like buildings, and hungry children. Then there was the Wall between them. A towering hulk of concrete and barbwire with a barren strip of land down the middle. A Wall, which Jack knew separated countless families by the voices he heard calling on either side of it. Normally Jack tried to ignore the sound, but tonight for some reason he couldn't.
"Bruder, can you hear me?" The broken looking man called to the cold night air. "Are you still coming to the wall every night in the hope that we might be able to talk?"
The pain and loneliness in the East German's voice hit a cord in Jack's frozen heart. He felt pity for the man. It was clear that Jack Frost could not solve this problem, but he was at least capable of calling the wind to aid him. With a flick of his wrist the Winter Spirit begged the North Wind to carry the man's message over the wall to the weighting ears on the other side.
"Bruder." The albino called halfheartedly, one last time before hanging his head in despair and walking away.
"Gilbert!" Came a voice from over the wall, and immediately the man stopped in his tracks.
"I can hear you little bruder." The man with the white hair replied, tears streaming down his cheeks. "It is wonderful to hear your voice. It has been far too long."
"Are you okay? Are you safe?"
"I am doing alright." Gilbert breathed. From the thread bear clothing hanging off his bony frame and the bruises littering the elder brother's body Jack could tell that the words were a lie, but it appeared to be a lie that both siblings needed to hear. "How about you? Are the American's treating you well?"
"Well enough. But I wish I had my older brother here to keep an eye on me."
"You have out grown my help, my little dragon slayer." Gilbert chuckled.
"Just because I don't need you to tuck me in at night don't mean that I can't miss you. I have been worried sick about you ever since the Russians invaded."
The military patrol guarding the East side of the wall were coming and there was nothing that Jack could do delay them. Gilbert was going to have to leave quickly to avoid a dangerous confrontation, but it was clear that he wasn't going to without a few last words to his brother.
"You shouldn't have worried. You know that I can take care of myself." Gilibert began to speak faster as the armed men grew closer. "Anyway, things are getting kind of hectic over here so I am going to have to leave, but before I do, Ludwig, there is something that I really need to tell you. I am so proud of you. You have made me the proudest older bruder on the entire planet and if we ever get the chance to see each other again I want you to know just how much I love you."
"I love you, too." The younger brother whispered just loud enough for Gilbert to hear him. The albino smiled and Jack took that moment cut off the channel of wind that had allowed the two brothers to communicate in the wall. Just in time to prevent the younger of the two from hearing the hail of gun shots that followed.
End Note- Cold War East and West Germany, it gets me every time. Man it is a really good thing that countries are basically immortal because I have been trying to knock them off the last few chapters.
Next Chapter-The Toddler In The Storm-Without realizing it Jack witnesses the birth of the personification for a brand new territory.