Sex (I'm A) - Zombie Girl
They all saw it. It happened at the reunification celebration. Germany and Prussia, correction, East Germany stood on the balcony watching the people celebrate, fireworks booming overhead when suddenly the Pale man collapsed.
He hadn't noticed how much thinner the albino had gotten, how much more frail. He had become a mere shadow of the man he once was. He should have been one of the first to notice how the man he loved had slowly aged more than one would think possible for one of their kind.
He was frozen as the blonde nation in shock and worry began to check for a pulse and breathing. They were bustling around him, Spain beginning compressions as Germany began rescue breaths, France running to call for an ambulance.
And he couldn't move his deep violet eyes locked on the albino. No, this can't be happening, he thought. "Nein…"
"Italien, get Roderich into the living room, calm him down!" The German demanded of his first friend, who was trying to find a way to be useful. His eyes were locked on the albino until the Paramedics took him from the room.
The phone rang some time later and the Italian picked it up. "Papa, it's for you."
"Hallo… this is Roderich."
'Roderich…' He hadn't heard the strong German sound like this since he said good-bye in 1947. 'Th-they couldn't save him… B-bruder ist…' He could hear the sniffles as his own heart beat began to thrum in his ears.
His face fell. He had only just professed his love before the Prussian became a Soviet State. His chance to build what he wanted for years was gone. He couldn't respond- his world was gone.
The funeral was small; all too many people had forgotten the man that looked so peaceful in the black coffin. He always had a flair for the dramatic, and only seven people showed up. Ludwig hadn't even bothered slicking his hair back that morning, though his black suit was still perfectly pressed. Italy was only there to support his lover, and occasionally try to comfort the man who raised him. America came, only because the Prussian was the one who helped him gain his independence. His best friends Spain and France came of course, but there was none of the levity that they usually brought with them. Finally Hungary, his ex-wife and the Prussian's first crush sat beside him. Though she did not want to intrude, how many arguments she had been the cause of.
There were no tears shed from the amethyst eyes, even though he felt as if his heart was breaking. Not even as he laid the cornflowers in the casket on top of the Prussian, dressed in the German Imperial Uniform. It was his finest achievement, truly unifying the German states into nation. Cornflowers were always Prussia's favorite.
The following days were a blur. He had dismissed any permanent staff that he had in his home and had taken a leave of absence from his duties as a nation. He stared at the ivory and black of his piano. No song would come. He wasn't eating. He just sat there at his piano, wishing that the Prussian would show up.
Days became weeks, he had stopped taking calls and he avoided visitors, though Germany and Italy may have shown up to check on him.
He would never hear the proclamations of awesomeness again. His snicker "Kesesesesese" wouldn't ever reach his ears again, and that was really what inspired him.
He sat at the piano and began to compose an impromptu piece, recording it. It was a melancholic piece, displaying the rise and fall of his love. All the love and all the hate they shared; all the battles, and all the scars. It came quickly and never once hit paper.
It was his farewell, his decision set in stone as the final note echoed through the chamber.
He lay there on the polished floor the alcohol and laudanum mixing in his system as he heard the knock on the door. "Open the Door Roddy! Please Open the Door!" The sound of his ex-wife at the door was perfectly covered by the sight of the albino kneeling beside him. "Hey there, Roddy… Welcome home."