A/N: *sigh * OTL I'm soooooooo sorry! I'm horrible, I leave for a week and forget about you guys! No more though! I'm buckling down and writing until my finger's bleed! Anyway! Here's chapter 5, enjoy! as always! Review!
Disclaimer: Arthur Kirkland (England), Roderich Edelstein (Austria), Gilbert Beilschmidt (Prussia), Ivan Braginsky (Russia), and Ludwig (Germany) belong to Hidekaz-sama. I am in no way making a profit from this story, nor do I intend to.
Austria sighed as he walked into the unfamiliar piano room in his new home, which happened to be heavily guarded by British soldiers. He sighed dusted off the keys. He was appalled at the condition of the instrument. It was atrocious. He sat and began to play Chopin, grimacing immediately. The piano was horribly out of tune. He began to tune the strings, simply by ear. Once it was perfect he sat back on the bench and began to play.
"Mr. Austria, Package for you..." A soldier came in with a cardboard box, stamped with postage.
"Thank you..." Austria said as he stopped playing. He took it and opened the package. Inside was a black velvet box that looked like it would hold an engagement ring, and a small note card. He highly doubted that Russia would be proposing to him. If he was- no... it wasn't even negotiable. "Austria, I thought you'd like to have Silesia back, love Russia." Austria shook his head then opened the box. He paled. Staring back at him was a blood-red eye. "Germany!" Austria called as he sat the box down then ran into the sitting room.
"What is it Austria?"
"P-Prussia... he... Russia... I..." Austria tried to speak but was stunned.
"Spit it out!" Germany said in an annoyed tone. Austria shook his head then pulled the German to the piano room. He shook then pointed to the velvet box. Germany's eyes widened as he looked at the red eye. He picked it up slowly then stormed off to Britain's office. He shoved the box in his face.
"Proud of yourself now?" the German said with as much hate as possible.\
"W-what is that?" Britain turned pale, fearing the answer.
"Mein Bruder's Eye You Dumarsch!" Germany glared hard, causing Britain to look down.
"I-I'm sorry, but there is nothing I can do right now." He stated softly.
"What do you mean there's nothing you can do?" Austria asked as he walked in.
"If we try to take Prussia away from him, It could spark another war..." Arthur said, he cared about the welfare of the whole world, not one insignificant former country.
"Sir, News for you. It seems a wall his been built, separating Russia's portion of Berlin and the former land of Prussia..." a British soldier reported.
"Bloody hell..."
"So now what?" Germany asked.
"We wait." Britain sighed. Germany growled.
"For what? Prussia to come back in a casket?" He shouted then left, storming off to his quarters. He slammed the door as hard as he could then sat on his bed. He looked into the box then felt a tear roll down his cheek. "Bruder... I will come for you..." He said softly. He gently closed the box then placed it in his bedside table drawer. He laid back on his bed then placed an arm over his eyes, sighing softly. He didn't know what to do. He sighed then looked up upon hearing Gilbird chirp by his window. He opened it and the little yellow bird flew in and sat on the bedside table.
"Hallo little bird..." Germany sighed softly. Gilbird chirped then flew to the window then back at Germany. "Alright alright..." Germany said then pulled on his jacket and walked out with the little bird leading him. The bird led him to the large wall. His Brother's people on his side had marked it with graffiti and messages. He smiled and ran his fingers over it. "Bruder..." he mumbled softly then leaned his forehead on the cool concrete. It began to snow. He looked up then at Gilbird as he flew away, flying the length of the wall. "Find him, little bird..." Ludwig said softly then walked back to his "home".