Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia, nor do I make any profit from this story. The owner of these characters is solely Hidekazu Himaruya. This story is AU so as such; I have taken several liberties with the timeline of the original story which is parallel to my story, just like an alternate universe. With my own original characters added in as well. Also, the battle described is a real battle, taking place between the combined forces of the Soviets and Belarus and the German army over the city of Konigsberg during WW2. This story will also be written in diary format up to a certain point, then will change later on possibly.

Italics indicate diary format or the character thinking to themselves.

Warnings: violence, abuse, yoai, adult themes

I appreciate any creative criticism so long as it helps to increase my writing skills. Please enjoy!

Ashitaka

Gilbert's POV:

Dear Diary;

Those damned Belarussians have my city surrounded on the landward side, severing the road down to the Samland Peninsula; cutting off supplies and trapping my army as well as approximately 200,000 of my people in the city. Our provisions are starting to dwindle down to next to nothing and I face the decision of a) sending my people to cross the ice of the Frisches Haff to Pillau in the hopes that they find room on an evacuation ship; b) remaining in the city and starving (I won't let my people go down that way!); or c) crossing the front lines and thus leaving them at the mercy of the enemy. I refuse to leave my people to those assholes mercy, as I know they won't provide any being as insane as Belarus and Russia are.

The damned fools decided to attack me at dawn with intense artillery bombing (which lasted for three god-forsaken hours) and an attack wave by that bastard Russia. Their damned rifle divisions were cutting through us like a hot knife through butter as the rain fell down on us, turning the field into a sloppy mess. I called my men to me, as I led them across the battlefield at the enemy line who continued their fire at us, running bent over low to as avoid the bullets as they flew by me before I doubled over in pain falling to my knees.

I could feel each and every bullet tearing each of my men to pieces, hear their shaking last breathes and wails of pain. I gasped in large breathes of air as I tried to center myself, kneeling in the bloody mud, surrounded by the dead and dying as the remaining men of my defense lines were engaged in hand to hand with the vicious Soviet soldiers that Russia lead.

Shaking my head to bring my focus back, I stood and rushed towards the soldiers, bashing one in the face with the butt of my rifle. I screamed viciously as I moved through the men, using my rifle as a blunt weapon, hitting men, stabbing them with my bayonet, the blood lust stirring in me like so long ago when I fought in the crusades. I felt the grin grow across my face as I beat the young soldier in front of me, blood spraying over my face as I released peals of deep, dark laughter as I whipped myself into a frenzy.

But those bastards didn't stop coming and by noon were reaching my second defense line, where they are overrunning us in several places. I was long since tired, but my blood lust fed me spurts of energy every now and again. But I couldn't even have a break from the fighting as I had to try some counterattacks against the crazed sibling's soldiers, using my last reserves. But despite all my efforts in the bitter engagements, the heavy losses increasing on my side, my counterattacks were driven off.

Even the weather was starting to let up, which only provided Russia the ability to use his precision bombing. He sent several hundreds of those damn bombers down on me. I thought that my heart was going to stop as I kept feeling the death cries of my men. I cringed and grasped my heart as more of my men died. I managed to keep up on my feet, grabbing a knife from some unknown dead soldier who had been trampled down into the mud. I didn't even know if he was one of mine or not. Taking the knife, I dropped my rifle to the ground, slashing at the sea of men before me. Three of them encased themselves around me, pushing me into fighting them all at once as I managed to fight them off, keeping them at bay.

We lost the outer wall, and were pushed back passed the second wall. We were forced into dirty street fighting now, fighting house to house, firing on the enemy soldiers from doorways and window sills as they began to throw grenades into the buildings.

The heat from the fires, fear of the dying, and the exhaustion from the fighting were leaving some of my men, throwing themselves out to the mercy of the invading soldiers who cruelly tormented them before finally killing them. They would paw through the belongings of the dead for extra ammunition as well as anything that could be deemed as having any type of value before they would move on to killing another man.

The Russians ran building to building, lighting them on fire, using the smoke to conceal the oncoming approach of their reserve forces and flamethrowers. I looked out of the empty doorway of a once proud home, only to see the approaching soldier. I called for a retreat to the central portion of the city for my men, staying with some of the men to protect the retreating men against snipers.

I found a rifle and some ammunition on a dead soldier in the street that I took with me, trailing behind the main force of my remaining defenders, fending off the gradually slowing approach of the invading force. Their assault was slowed down beyond the second wall of the city as they took the time to literally take apart every building as they had also taken down my men. I took this as the chance to gather the soldiers who had remained behind with me and retreated into the safety provided by the third wall with all my civilians.

At was at dusk, when the battle finally stalled on both sides for the day. My defences were quickly becoming weakened and my morale getting shot to pieces as I walked, surrounded by my dying soldiers and starving citizens. What we need is a miracle to happen. (a)

I'm not sure the awesome me can save my people alone anymore.

Gilbert

Authors Note:

a) The Battle of Konigsberg was also a real battle that began on April 6, 1945 until April 9, 1945. The end result was that the Soviet forces won, 80% of the city was destroyed, 200,000 of the 316,000 prewar population were expelled from the city, and the forces of the German East Prussia group which was stationed in the city were destroyed as well. The Soviets had relatively low casualties and they celebrated in Moscow with a 324 cannon salute firing 24 shells each. A medal was formed for the "capture of Konigsberg" and 98 military units were named after this operation. After the war, the northern half of East Prussia was handed over to the Russian. The area is now known as the Kaliningrad Oblast.