(APH Drabble) Deutsche Einheit, 1/1
Pairing: Prussia/Austria
Rating: T
Summary: Prussia finally asks for what he's always wanted, the night before he's scheduled to die.
Notes: Super short, angsty drabble I wrote on my Tumblr. I would like to expand it, but unfortunately have no time to do so...
Disclaimer: I do not own Axis Powers Hetalia, nor do I claim to. I do not own the featured artwork, either. The following is a work of fiction.
“One night,” he murmurs, and it’s almost more than Austria can physically bear. “One night, that’s - that’s all -” He breaks off, and his gaze hits the floor.
They both know what is coming; in the morning, in the grim yellow light of dawn. By the time the sun creeps up through the big glass windows; snakes its way beneath the heavy drapes, touches the end of the bed, Germany will be unified; Germany will be whole; Germany will be one.
And Prussia, no, East - he will be less than zero.
Something a little like pity, and a lot like pain rises in Austria’s chest; and he has no desire to dwell too long on what that thing might be - so he simply raises one hand; lays it against the scarred, trembling jawline of his old foe, his rival, his irritation, his day-brightener, his -
And once again, he does not know.
Prussia’s hand twitches weakly on the handful of curtain he has grabbed, and his shoulders slump.
“One - one night?” Austria whispers, and he can hardly believe he is saying this.
Prussia’s scarlet eyes flicker up to his, for a brief second - and the hope residing there - flickering on and off, on and off, is so weak, so unguarded it hurts. It stings his chest, right in the centre, and -
“Y-yes.” And he moves closer to his knight, his adversary, his - his Prussia - and his other hand rises, too, shaking, and cups the other side of that despised, beloved face…and their bodies press together, and Austria tilts his chin upwards, and lets his fool kiss him, on that final, terrible night.