I don't own Hetalia. I never will own Hetalia. I'm just borrowing the Characters.
Okay I swear someone else put these thoughts into my head. . reviews will mean me putting up the rest of the story.
Obviously takes place starting at the fall of the Berlin wall, kinda time jumps from there. Gaps are ranging anywhere from a few hours to a few months. Hopefully it's not to confusing to figure out.
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Germany looked up from the meal hearing a knock at the door. Who would be visiting this time of night? His brother was asleep more than excited to see his old flag hanging over the bed. Germany stood hearing the knock again, "I am coming" he responded knowing if it had been Italy the bubbly brunette would have been in the room already. Or any of his brother's friends, though he doubted it could be them.
He was surprised by the male in the doorway. Though a voice in the back of his mind told him he should have been expecting this. "What do you want Russia?" he asked his tone more venomous than he intended. A slightly crushed, partially wilted bouquet of flowers was thrust into his hand.
"For my little one," Russia responded with a smile, "I trust you will make sure he gets them"
Germany frowned and tossed the flowers to the side letting them lay outside his home. "I don't wish to remind him of the horror he had to suffer with you."
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Russia's smile never faulted, not even when his precious sunflowers were cast aside. Of course Germany did not understand. "Let us talk comrade," he said stepping to the side inviting Germany outside. He did not wish to wake the other occupant, and he was sure Germany would begin shouting. Prussia had shouted at him when he was angry, but he did not know the younger one as well.
It wasn't much of a surprise when Germany grabbed his coat, locked the door behind him and stepped out to talk to Russia. This moment was long in coming. Russia headed back to the street, "We shall walk and talk, da?" he asked enjoying the weather in Germany. It was warmer here than at home. Better weather for his little one to recover in, which was why he was not taking him away. No, Germany would be a big part in his little one's recovery.
Russia smiled as they walked along, Germany quiet next to him. He knew the other had questions. Neither knew where to start though. Especially since Russia knew Germany wished to hurt him, ah, that was where to begin. "I did not hurt him. Not when he behaved, it was only when he was going to hurt himself worse," Russia clasped a hand over Germany's mouth seeing the other about to reply, "Da. I was bitter in the beginning. You betrayed me comrade. I could not help but be hurt. But we both can get past that da?"
Seeing the confusion in the other's eyes Russia lowered his hand. He was glad Germany was not trying to hit him. His little one would have been furious by now, probably would have bitten him when covering his mouth. Russia fiddled with his hands in front of him, "We are even now, and my home has fallen as well. And he'll need both of us to recover; I want my little one to live"
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To say he was confused would be an understatement. Germany didn't have a clue what Russia was going on about. Mentally he told himself that he had only accepted this chance to talk to understand the madman who held his brother captive for so long. Then maybe fall prey to his emotions and punch the living daylights out of him. Maybe, though Germany knew better than to start a war right now, especially when he had just been reunited with his brother.
"Little one?" Germany asked gesturing with his head for Russia to keep walking. The pub wasn't that much farther and he had a feeling he'd need a beer once this conversation was over. He couldn't forgive Russia for what he had done, but the giant was as child like as his brother it seemed. It was hard to imagine him as the thing of his nightmares right now.
"Prussia, he is so small. Especially now, you know he won't survive if you insist on him being East. You are Germany, and you alone," Russia responded starting to walk again following Germany's lead to the pub. Germany was less than pleased to hear of this pet name for his brother, but he'd listen.
"He's East Germany, you're the second nation to tell me he won't survive as such, but North and South Italy have survived as such for a long time," Germany pointed out tired of hearing this, "All of those nations survived with you when you existed as the Soviet Union," He added bitterly.
"They defined themselves, as less people define themselves as East German he will fade. No, my little one is not your East any longer" Russia responded his smile fading a little. Next thing he knew a fist was flying towards him. His hand flew to his face afterward feeling the trickle of blood from his nose.
Germany was oddly satisfied by the surprised look on Russia's face. "I will not let my brother die, he's getting better. You will see," Germany turned and walked home not bothering to hear Russia's response. He needed to see Prussia now, prove to himself that he was safe not in the hands of that monster who wanted to take him away again.
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Roderich was pleased when Germany accepted his invitation to visit. Though, he was less than pleased that his brother, Prussia would be joining them. A part of him was excited to see the silver haired male again; it had been a long time since he had seen him. The other part remembered the trouble, the annoyance, the arrogance and that part did not wish for him to experience those things again.
He stood outside as the brothers came up the drive. Germany looking immaculate as usual, Prussia… Austria was only able to recognize the man because of the similar features he shared to the nation who once terrorized him. What was shocking most of all to Austria was the lost look on his face; then again Austria had never seen a former nation still up and about.
"Afternoon Germany, tea is just about to be served"
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Prussia knew the looks Austria gave him. He knew the other was watching him, wanting but refraining from asking questions. He wanted to snap at the man but possibly for the same reason didn't. The longer this contest of looks, glares, subtle movements that insulted the other, too small for his brother to see continued, the more he felt like his old self. He could forget, just for a minute that Prussia… that he was gone.
Despite what his brother told him, he knew he wasn't East Germany. The name didn't sit right. He covered it up still, called his brother West, punched him in the arm when Germany mentioned something embarrassing about him. He still smiled, but Austria was watching him, seeing past the front put up for his brother. Did Austria know?
"I need some air, you pansies sit around and drink your tea," Prussia announced standing; he purposely walked behind Austria's chair to hit the other across the back of the head. Yeah that felt better. More like himself, but a memory could only last so long.
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"I'd appreciate if you didn't tread on my flowers," Austria said watching as the silver haired male attempted to tip-toe though his flowerbeds. It had been a few hours since Prussia left them and Germany had begun to get worried. He had said Prussia… no East, wasn't fully recovered. For worried German Austria had agreed to look, and right now, was regretting it.
"I'm not crushing them," Prussia replied setting his feet back on the path. He took a step back in alarm as Austria approached him with what seemed like murderous intent. "What?" he asked a little freaked out over the scrutiny he was receiving. He liked invading other's personal space, not having his own invaded.
"When are you going to tell him the truth?" Austria asked crossing his arms looking away, back at the flowerbed. A few of them were bent, others stem broken; of course Prussia hadn't been crushing them.
"He doesn't need to know, I'm still here aren't I?" Prussia grinned… or attempted to. It quickly fell as Austria glanced back at him. Years of warring had left them to venerable to each other; Austria knew what his moves were and could see right past them. "Look," Prussia said his voice barely above a whisper, "As long as he needs me I'm not going anywhere, someone somewhere out there is clinging to being Prussia… or East Germany… or…" Prussia drifted off. Who was he anymore?
"He needs to be told. He's a strong nation, and you need to be with these people… whoever they are" Austria said before offering his old enemy a small smile, "Come back to the house before he worries more. He seems to think you're prone to fainting"
Prussia laughed at this following Austria back to the house. Yes around the musical idiot he was able to forget that Prussia no longer existed.
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Russia sat on Germany's couch humming to himself. He did not know where his little one and his little one's brother went today, but they would be back. Russia was so pleased to see that the German air was helping him recover, but it had been years since he had let Prussia go. He would have to return soon, they couldn't live without their people, and the process of forgetting was well underway.
No the wall would never be forgotten, nor would the joy when it came down. The nation that had existed on the other side would return to the history books, and the people were moving quite quickly to make that happen. Anything to move on.
Russia looked over his shoulder hearing the back door open. They were home. He smiled a small giggle escaping his throat. They would have to discuss the future, just like their people.
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Germany stopped, stared, and immediately became angry. Russia was in his home. Russia was in his home on his couch. "Stay outside bruder" he said or rather commanded as he walked farther into the living room. He grimaced hearing the annoyed noise in response and felt East brush past him. "Bru-"
"Why are you in my home?!" Prussia shouted spotting Russia soon as he passed his brother. It had taken him years to call his place home. He was still recovering from the time spend with the man sitting there, and then this happens? Prussia knew he couldn't look at the couch the same ever again. "Get out," he growled, "Get out, get out, getout!" he said his voice increasing in volume.
"Your home? I believe this is Germany's home," Russia said standing. Still smiling he was always smiling. Germany placed a hand on his older brother's shoulder trying to get him to calm from punching Russia.
"We are Germany," He replied his voice firm. There was a subtle shift from his brother; he shook it off as nothing. But there was the feeling as if the other was shifting from him. Stopping himself from saying something. "This is our home; you have no right to be here"
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Russia smiled looking down at his little one. Yes, he was much better. He would not alarm the younger one again. He could hear it in his tone that he wished to hit Russia again. This time Russia would not be so kind as to stand back and let him. For his little one he stood down last time, but if it happened again young Germany would have to learn.
Instead Russia decided to take the conversation down a different turn. He reached into his coat, enjoying a little how the older brother tensed, and pulled out a large envelope. "I have come to talk with you Germany; it is time we make amends da?" he said holding out the envelope. He noticed with glee how his little one wanted to take it and rip it up but it was Germany's choice.
He knew he wasn't Germany, Russia wondered if his little one knew who he was yet. Or had he been playing this game for his brother to long? He shifted his gaze shifted back to Germany, the only Germany as he took the offered item.
"It is simple; I have many resources that you need. You have industry that I would like. This way is much easier than losing another invasion da?" Russia said clasping his hands behind his back. He loved how Germany nodded liking the idea of trade, and his little one's beautiful red eyes narrowed farther. He wanted to be involved; he was being over looked, inconsequential to what was happening.
"I will be going now," Russia said, "Read over the offered agreements, I will see you with our bosses in a few days to discuss more," he said walking past the two to the door. Again Germany didn't say anything, merely nodded. He too left Russia noticed heading to his office eager to set plans into motion. Always such a hard working one.
Russia looked one last time at his little one, "Visit sometime little one?" he asked before shutting the door. He shook his head hearing something crash into the door. Such a temper. Humming to himself again Russia walked away, just a few more days.
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Prussia stood alone in the living room shaking. He wasn't sure what he was angry about but he was pissed. At first he thought it was because Russia was there, in his home. Then he had thought it was because West had presumed to order him about. Prussia had thought it could be because West was ready to forgive that man for what he had done.
No, he knew why he was angry. A part of him had been happy to see that abuser. A part of him screamed that home was right there.
A/N: and please leave reviews- I don't care if you make demands, tell me that this is over done, or just put a bunch of dots, it's heart warming to see SOMETHING