Hetalia One-Shots

Part 2 ((Sad Gerita))

This is part two of the sad Gerita that I had written a bit ago since TheAwesomeArizona said they wanted a continuation so yeah. This is going to be Gilberts reaction along with Japans as well since of course they were allies after all. So enjoy or rather just feels I guess?

Italy POV

I didn't want to be the one to have to tell Prussia, I couldn't imagine his reaction. Yes I did love him with all my heart but I knew that he did too, not to mention the fact that he had watched him grow up. Finally when I got the courage and stopped crying I made my way to the Eastern Germans house. I knew that he would find out eventually so now was a better time than ever, just right after.

~Time skip brought to you by sadness ;-;~

I arrived at his house, my stomach in knots. I had to let him down easily and I had to chose my words carefully or this would end in disaster. I went up to the door and knocked softly and hesitantly, taking a deep breathe to gain a bit more courage but I still felt that horrible drop in my stomach when he opened the door. He was smiling, I didn't notice that he had company over. It was France and Spain, the bad touch trio.

"Hey Italy! Vhats up, did jou vant to hang out vith us?"

"N-no that's not what I came here for..."

"Oh did jou need a change of cloths for Luddy?"

I didn't know exactly what to say, what could I even say that would even be the right thing to say? Im afraid to mess up everything. I don't want to make the wrong choices, not again.

Prussia POV

I was surprised to see Italy at my door and not at the hospital, I just assumed that West just needed a change of cloths.

"Oh did jou need a change of cloths for Luddy?"

He had stayed silent for a brief moment, deep in thought.

"I don't know how to put this Prussia but it's over. The nurses had to put an end to it all, Ludwig is at peace..."

At the sound of those soften spoken words, my heart shattered into a million pieces. To hear that my little brother had passed to the other side just broke me on the inside.

"Prussia..."

Italy had wiped the tears that were flowing from my eyes, honestly I didn't notice that I was crying. My knees grew weak and I hear a voice call out to me, it was Spain, he noticed I had been quiet.

"Prussia are you okay amigo?"

He walked over to me and saw I was crying, he quickly called over France to try to comfort me and it wasn't working well.

"I want mein bruder back! I vant my West!" I cried out in a mix emotion of sadness and anger.

The rest of the BTT and Italy tried to calm me down but of course it wouldn't work, its like if France lost Canada, if Italy and Spain lost Romano ((Which in the sad Spamano they did)).

Finally I spoke up weakly but in an angry tone "Bitte, leave. Leave me alone..." Of course they wanted some time to themselves as well so they left without a fight. I shut the door behind them and stood in shock for a few moments. I let my legs lead the way, just feeling like a brainless zombie. I somehow end up in the dusty attic of our, no, my home now. I sigh heavily as I look around, finding my way to a box. I have no idea what led me to it but I was tempted to open it.
I open the box up, coughing as a bit of dust found its way to my lungs. After I waft the dust away I dig inside. Inside was a black hat along with matching cloak. Only very few people knew that it belonged to Germany. More tears started to stream down my face as I looked at all the now faded memories. First Holy Rome and now my baby brother Germany. I was torn up inside, I couldnt save him or help him at all....

((Time Skip to Funeral))

Italy POV

Today was the day, the day of great sadness and despair: Germany's funeral. Im not sure I would ever be ready for this but might as well get it over with right? Im sure everyone, including all thee Germanic countries were depressed. All around people were crying of course and Im not going to lie, I was crying too.

Soon it was all over and aside from me, Austria and Prussia everyone left home. They probably either left to sulk or get back to work. We stood there in silence. Prussia broke the silence and smiled sadly.

"Jou know Italy...He has loved you since he was Holy Rome...in the 900's...silly bruder still has zhat push broom around" And with that, he left. Leaving me here so think....'So..now what do I do?'