"You're really testing my patience today, you know that? Come on!" Blue eyes gazed at the former nation, a hint of worry flashing through them. His brother was standing, frozen on the steps. The blonde grabbing the albino's arm and dragging him up the steps.
What's wrong with this idiot today?
He looked back at the man behind him. Fringe hanging over his eyes, tight frown stuck on his face.
He's not upset... is he? Did I say something wrong? No, he's probably annoyed at me yelling at him.
Ludwig brushed his thoughts away as he let go of the arm, and got in the driver's seat, buckling his seatbelt. He heard one of the back doors open and shut, and looked at the rearview mirror.
Head down, fidgeting with fingers. Mouth ever frowning. Broken... almost like that day...
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"Bruder, is that you?!"
The blizzard lessened, and he saw a young man come into view, thin and bony, usual pale face like a sheet of paper, looking down, breathing quick, shallow breaths, making slow, hobbled steps toward him. Sensing his gaze, he looked up, tired face cracking a smile at the sight before him.
"L-Luddy," he said weakly, letting his brother run up and catch him as he collapsed, "L-Lud... its b-been so long since I last saw you..."
Ludwig remained silent as his brother clutched his face with a sense of desperation, and began turning it at every angle, absorbing every detail, every small change.
Up close, he could see past the relief and happiness, and he could see the haunted, lonely look in his eyes. He could feel the tremor from his hands on his face; see the thin scars as his sleeve slipped over his skeletal arm.
"W-West... I missed you so much... I thought h-he'd kill me... and I'd be all alone... I thought I'd never see you again, my little baby brother..." Gilbert whispered shakily, before burying his face in Ludwig's shoulder.
"I wouldn't ever let you die alone, Bruder. Don't you forget it." He replied angrily, before embracing his older brother's thin frame, almost cringing at the bones he felt sticking out.
Prussia chuckled weakly, returning the embrace, before talking again, "Look at you, acting so mature. My little baby brother... all grown up... you'd think you're the older one..."
Ludwig felt his brother's grip slacken.
"H-hey! Are you okay!?" Panic flared inside him.
"...J-just tired... Luddy... can you take me back home...?" Gilbert murmured quietly, before slowly drifting off, arms slipping down Ludwig's back.
The blonde gripped him tightly, before lifting his legs up, holding him close to his chest, sadness enveloping within him for his brother.
Before him was the once great Kingdom of Prussia, beaten, broken and a shadow of its former glory. Devastated and depressed, lost and destroyed. What was left of the nation Prussia.
He sucked in a breath to stop himself from tearing up, and began walking back home.
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Did he have nightmare... and remember what Russia did to him all those years ago? They were so terrible, even after so many decades he refused to tell him anything. The depressed state he had been afterwards was almost unbearable to cope with.
Ludwig kept glancing at the mirror, worried. Was he having a relapse?
He bit his lip, before brushing the thought off. Gilbert tended to have mood-swings a lot, despite being a grown man, he acted like a teenager. He probably was just mad at him for yelling. By the time they reached Tokyo, he probably would've completely forgotten about what happened.
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"Hello, sir, you seem a little under the weather. Would you like something to drink? Coffee?"
Gilbert glanced up at the brunette airhostess warily, who was looking at him concerned. He glanced away, going over what she had just said, before looking at her again, scowl on his face.
"No, I'm fine. Just a little tired. The flight's really long." He replied brusquely, feeling slightly annoyed.
"Are you sure, sir? You don't seem-"
"I said I'm fine! ...Gott, can't you just leave me alone?" His eyes flashed dangerously, but then dimmed, as he let out an exasperated sigh.
"I-I'm sorry for disturbing you, sir. I'll leave now." She turned abruptly and walked away from him at a fast pace.
When she was gone, Gilbert slumped on his seat and sighed again.
Just a few more hours, just go and bear it for a few more hours.
Those words became a mantra his mind chanted like a religious prayer, a way of keeping himself sane, a way to forcefully will himself to cope with the constant grind.
Just a few more hours...
He slipped a glance to his left, where Ludwig slept soundly, head leaning against the plane's window.
A few more hours...
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