Chapter 2
Izaya walked downstairs and stood there, across the street from the building the World Conference was taking place. He smiled as he saw his brother, Japan and Italy in the elevator and waved at them, but he didn't dare go inside. He just smiled at their shocked faces and mouthed some words he knew would tip off Germany, on who he actually was. He took one last look at the three in the elevator then ran down the street. He knew they'd try to follow so he took some ally ways and parkoured over some walls to lose them. Then he started to just walk after he figured he lost them or they gave up.
He didn't do it because he wanted them to follow, he did it to tell them that he was okay. Or at least that's what he told himself. He sighed silently to himself, he knew he couldn't go back. Although, he knew it wouldn't be easy for him to change his life back to normal again. He knew he had to, not for his sake but his own dear brother's. For he has been gone for so long and he didn't know what would happen if he, himself, talk to his brother again. So with that, he left it alone. He didn't understand, what could have happened, he didn't want to.
He had a choice to go back to that building, go up to the conference room and once again become the Former Kingdom of Prussia, or now known eastern Germany. Or living his new life as the informant, Izaya Orihara. He did know though, in his head, although he wanted to he couldn't. He couldn't bare doing that, he couldn't bare doing that to his dear little brother nor his friends who he lost in spirit many years ago when he took his flag and hid away for years. And although he knew they knew he was still alive somewhere on earth for if he wasn't eastern Germany would not exist.
(Flashback: Right after he ran away after the fall of the Berlin Wall)
Prussia had walked all the way to Japan without the country knowing it's him, of course Japan knew a country was in his land but he didn't know who it was or where they were, as far as Gilbert knew. Gilbert stayed in Ikebukuro, Japan for awhile. Where he met some people he considered his friends. Yet when the papers were signed for the dissolving of Prussia and uniting of the both of the Germanic sides, east and west, some years later he had to say goodbye to them when his inner strength failed him. Prussia, himself, turned into an infant a day after he said goodbye. Where he was founded by a woman and male with black hair and brown reddish-eyes. The couple took the child in and signed the papers for his birth certificate and gave him a name; Seeing as the child had not a home, parents, nor name. They gave him the very thing he no longer had. Izaya, Izaya Orihara, was his new name and now he had a new life. At that they made him a citizen of Japan, and Japan, himself, lost the sense of a country in his lands after the last document was signed. And with that done, the couple raised him like his own. They never told him that he was adopted, but he knew. Even back when he was an infant, they had inked his hair black to match theirs and after years of inking it stayed that way. Every time later when he was the ages of 9 months old to 1, any white that showed on his head, they made him take a sleeping pill and dyed his hair time and time again until one day it was permanetely inked, well when they thought it had become permanent.
Even as a child, the Prussian child knew and remembered every single memory of when he was a country. So when he was old enough to speak, the first words the fell from his lips were, "I love humans" in German. But his parents never heard that. The first words that fell from his lips when they were around were, "Mama" Or "Papa".
Even back then, he loved humanity so much. But he never showed it, and when he did it was all acting. He knew his people kept him alive, they had their faults, and they had to fall someday just like him, no matter what. He had his share of horrible times with humans but also he had awesome times with them. For example, the time he spent with Frederick II. Good times, he would think to himself.
During his elementary years, he had tormented some kids. But sooner then later it became his obsession. So he kept at it, but then on the 3rd year of grade school, He thought to himself. "I don't know much of the world now do I?" So each night he would go on his parents computer as they slept. His eyes jaded after staring at the screen to long, the usually blood red faded to a softer brown red like his mother's. He looked up everything of what happened on the old computer. Everything of what he had missed. Everyone that he left behind. He also started to study people, their actions, and their emotions. He learned a lot in only a few nights. He would cry himself to sleep after find out how much his friends and family carried on. He knew it was wrong of him to want to to go back. He knew it and he wanted nothing more than to go back to the past, but he stayed because he wanted to make sure that his godson Shizuo grew up right.
In his middle school years, he met a strange kid named: Shinra Kishitani. He wasn't that bothered by the kid, but he did have a nack of poking in his business. So he kept him close, plus he knew a lot in the medical department, he considered him his first friend in this new life. Later, He met the Black rider. Who he learned was actually a woman later on, had no head, and was a myth from Celtic lore. During his years in middle school, he learned things like knife throwing and parkour. He ran a lot during that year as well, so he was then used to the parkouring and 10 mile jogs around the city.
Later in high school, he re-met his godson and the bane of his new life: Shizuo Heiwajima. When Shinra introduced him to Shizuo, He just smiled at the now dyed-blonde teen. He didn't want to get to close to Shizuo in fear that he might find out who he really was, but he wanted to be close enough to know him. So he thought of the next best thing he could do: Become Shizuo's enemy. So Izaya's smile turned into a smirk, when the blonde turned around.
"I don't like you. You smell." Shizuo stated.
"Really now, Shizu-chan." Izaya knew that it pissed Shizuo off when someone called him that so he chose to call him that to start off the rivalry. It worked, in just a few moments they had started to fight and Izaya sliced at Shizuo's shirt. That's when he saw it, under the blonde's shirt, was the iron cross that he'd gave him when he was still Gilbert. He flashed a smile but then smirked. He was glad that Shizuo didn't forget him.
In high school, he also met Kyohei Kadota. The Prussian liked his character, not his name so he nicknamed him Dotachin. He met others too, but right now he was just thinking of how much the people he met remind him of the people he left behind.
Shinra was so much like Francis and Antonio when he flirted with the Black Rider. Celty, herself, was like Arthur and Romano; with her being magical and pushing back Shinra. Shizuo was like Alfred with his strength but acted like Austria. Dotachin reminded him Yao because they both act like the older brother figure, but like Ludwig with his caring-ness. Simon reminded him of Ivan, just because he actually was Russian and he was scary when mad.
(End of flash back)
Izaya, or Gilbert, laughed at the idea of everyone switching places until he noticed one thing. While he was day-dreaming, he had walked all the way to Ikebukuro. Izaya shrugged and walked his way to Russia's Sushi for a bite to eat.
"Ahh, Izaya. You eat sushi today? It good and half off just for you." Simon said in his broken Japanese.
"Hey, Simon. I was in the neighborhood, so I thought I should get some otoroo on the way home." Izaya said back to him, but paused when he was stepped near the Russian.
"What are you planning, Izaya? Is there something wrong? You had a serious face on earlier." Simon whispered silently to him in Russian.
"I'm not planning a thing, Simon. Just remembering some past memories. Nothing wrong with that." He responded back in Russian. Gilbert was forced to learn the language when he stayed with Ivan, he never really used it unless he was talking to Simon.
"Careful, Orihara. One day those memories might haunt you." The tall man stated. Izaya laughed at the statement and plastered a smile on his face.
"I guess it already is starting to." He said sadly, in contrast to the smile on his face, as he walked past the Russian man.
Izaya ordered the sushi and ate in silence watching everyone around him. When he walked out of the shop though was the problem. He bumped straight into Shizuo Heiwajima.