Eraser- Draculatron, Music- Draculatron, I hate everything about you- Three Days Grace.
He was a prisoner in his own home, and he knew what was coming. The once proud empire was being dissolved, and they weren't even going to let him die with the dignity he so desperately wanted. Everyone that he cared about had turned their back on him. They blamed the war on him. Fine screw them. He knew that he would end up the villain even after he pushed back against his brother's boss.
Yeah, what a piece of work and he wasn't even German, an Austrian by birth. How he hated Austria at that moment. It was entirely his fault that he was in this situation.
"East Germany. Heh what a joke, no one will remember what I was." He muttered into the beer he had poured as he waited. He was distracted by the soft knock on the door. "Probably Alfred or Russia," He never spoke the latter's name out of hatred, "to bring me the news."
He opened the door surprised to see a certain brunette standing there. None of the Axis Powers were supposed to be there and Austria definitely counted as he was so prominent. His crimson eyes surveyed the man in his long black pea coat, his ascot gently catching the breeze. "Guten Abend, Preussen."
The albino was torn as to whether or not he wanted to punch his visitor or hug him. "H-How did you get past the guards?"
He didn't smile. Roderich never smiled, however one side of his lips quirked up. "I just had to let them search me. I- I had to see you…"
He gazed into the amethyst eyes that hid behind glass. "I don't understand."
The Austrian shook his head, silencing the Prussian. "Think about it Gil-"
"What is there to think about? Everyone hates me- The nation of Prussia, the army with a nation." He said it ruefully cutting off the Austrian. "You're probably here to- I don't know, gloat or something over how far I've fallen."
"Stubborn Piefka" He muttered as a frown spread across the brunette's lips as he narrowed his eyes. "Do you really think that?"
The Prussian remained silent.
"…Gilbert."
"I don't know, Roddy." He sounded frustrated even though it was nearly a whisper. "I really don't know." But Roderich caught the sound, adjusting his glasses.
The sound of a vehicle pulling into the driveway pulled them from the silence that seemed to last for hours. "Gilbert I don't know what will happen to you but… I wanted to tell you-"
The sound of heavy footsteps approaching outside forced urgency. "Roderich, you don't have to-"
"Gilbert, I love..." The sound of a metal pipe on the door frame interrupted them.
Crimson eyes met violet before the Prussian offered a quick, chaste kiss. "Hide." He hissed silently before going to greet his new master. "I'm ready to go Russland."
The Russian pushed him forward a bit roughly even though he was going willingly. He cast one final glance toward Austria. How he loved him.