Fanfiction → These words we speak. {Germany & Prussia}
» The Berlin wall comes down. Written for the anniversary of German Unification and dedicated to m_nemonica
» One-shot
» Germany ; Prussia ; Mentions of the other members of the Eastern Bloc.
» PG-13
The wall falls; men run across to their wives that they have not seen for forty years and children cry in excitement for this new world they have never seen; this world of trees and parks and grass and music.
Ludwig waits for his brother.
The other nations give their congratulations and support for the former members of the Eastern bloc. Feliks is embraced and Elizaveta kisses Roderich after what has seemed like eternity to both of them. No one mentions Ivan, of course.
Ludwig waits for his brother.
Alfred has the gall to throw a party. In that commie’s face! he cries and he gets wildly drunk with Arthur and eventually they both pass out on the couch in a flurry of bad eighties rock and vinyl.
It isn’t until after midnight that a hesitant knock sounds on Ludwig’s door.
He answers, and there on his doorstep stands his brother, thinner and paler and with a lot more scars than he remembers him ever having. There are shadows in his eyes and around his neck is a pale scarf.
Ludwig feels his heart sink to the bottom of his chest. He wants to cry for what his brother has become.
But there is a flash in those blood red eyes, one that speaks of awesome and undying.
Germany clears his throat and asks
How are you, brother?
Gilbert flashes a wild grin, opens his mouth
and answers in Russian.
And perhaps that kills Ludwig more than anything else.
» One-shot
» Germany ; Prussia ; Mentions of the other members of the Eastern Bloc.
» PG-13
The wall falls; men run across to their wives that they have not seen for forty years and children cry in excitement for this new world they have never seen; this world of trees and parks and grass and music.
Ludwig waits for his brother.
The other nations give their congratulations and support for the former members of the Eastern bloc. Feliks is embraced and Elizaveta kisses Roderich after what has seemed like eternity to both of them. No one mentions Ivan, of course.
Ludwig waits for his brother.
Alfred has the gall to throw a party. In that commie’s face! he cries and he gets wildly drunk with Arthur and eventually they both pass out on the couch in a flurry of bad eighties rock and vinyl.
It isn’t until after midnight that a hesitant knock sounds on Ludwig’s door.
He answers, and there on his doorstep stands his brother, thinner and paler and with a lot more scars than he remembers him ever having. There are shadows in his eyes and around his neck is a pale scarf.
Ludwig feels his heart sink to the bottom of his chest. He wants to cry for what his brother has become.
But there is a flash in those blood red eyes, one that speaks of awesome and undying.
Germany clears his throat and asks
How are you, brother?
Gilbert flashes a wild grin, opens his mouth
and answers in Russian.
And perhaps that kills Ludwig more than anything else.