A/N: Aaah I have been busy! I am sorry! . I hope this is a good chapter, and logical. If anyone has a huge problem, let me know and I will see what I can do to fix it. Thank you for the reviews! :)
His speeches had captured nearly all of the country's attention. People turned to listen. They were grasping the thin lines of hope for the war-broke nation. They wanted something to help bring them back up.
The streets were overfilled with people. His voice rang out over every single one of their heads.
Red eyes stared at the back of his head, narrowed, and untrusting.
Blue eyes focused in the same direction, however they were unreadable.
Prussia shifted; his shoulder brushing Germany's a bit. His hands were folded behind his back, fingers twisting around themselves. His eyes never left the back of the speaker's head.
A voice swirled around in the albino's head. 'Stop him…' But what can he do? Everyone is watching, guards are nearby, and Ludwig… What would Ludwig do if Prussia finally declared it all false and attacked? He had said to listen to what Hitler has to say, but Prussia could sense the hidden disbelief in Germany's voice. He trusted the man no more than Prussia did.
At least there was that.
But what could he do now? It was as though nothing could stop the man and Prussia feared another major war. He feared what would be said about his brother and himself again. Mostly his brother.
But it just all seemed too… Perfect. Could they really be brought back up this soon? Could this man really give everything he promised? Prussia knew the only way to find out was to keep to the shadows and watch to see what the man could do.
Red eyes rose to the sky. The blue sea decorated by a few lolling clouds spread around. He did not see this. Instead, he saw a face. A familiar face. Weathered and smiling, eyes alight with curiosity and adventure. A face that Prussia knew he would never forget. Not as long as he would live.
However, today the mental image of that missed face only brought a sense of remorse upon the Prussian. He would give anything to reach up to that mirage and grab onto him, let the dead king take him back to an easier place, a place where kingdoms battled and one rose above all the rest. With a leader he could trust.
The people cheered again and Hitler's voice stopped. Prussia tilted his head down to look at the man with neutral eyes. He was turning around, his attention now on Germany. Prussia resisted the childish urge to roll his eyes; Hitler hardly gave him the time of day.
Deciding he would just not be missed, Prussia turned on his heel and fled the scene. Germany noticed and interrupted Hitler to call out for his older brother to come back. The albino ignored these calls as he hurried down the hall and to the stairs. He took them two at a time, almost slipping and taking a hard fall more than once. When both of his feet finally planted on the bottom, he continued running.
The halls were empty and Prussia had no idea where he was going. He just wanted to put distance between himself and that man up there making the promises. He wanted that sickening feeling in his gut to go away, he wished he could be like the other people and find hope in those words.
Prussia threw himself into an empty office, slamming the door shut behind him and leaning against it, breathing a bit hard, arms spread out against the smooth wood.
I've been through too much… Seen to many broken dreams and promises… Trust no one, Vati always told me…No one.
His body was slowly sliding down the door until he was sitting on the cool floor, feet splayed out in front of him.
No one would believe him or listen. He was alone in his assumptions and his thoughts would be a waste to others. Prussia let out a sigh, banging his head back against the door.
And for once, Gilbert Beilschmidt's mouth did not open. After all, who would listen this time?