Hetalia Feels

Locked Away (S)

Still working on the other one. We're down to one computer, with three people addicted to it, so let's see how this turns out... It may be a while. Here's some stuff to help with the wait. Or make it worse. I dunno.
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It was his last day on this pitiful planet.

Germany- no, Ludwig. He did not deserve to be called a country. Hell, he didn't deserve to be called a human, either.

He wasn't human, nor was he a country.

He was nothing but a monster. A monster, who's last breath would be taken today.

Deep down, the blonde knew it was futile. That killing himself would not relieve him of his sins, but only increase them. That running away was not the answer.

Though, that wasn't exactly what this was all about. No, not at all.

He could burn in hell, for all he cared. Heavens knew he deserved it.

This was about his brother. As the younger brother, Ludwig had certain things simply he had to do. Older siblings tend to be the ones to save the other, but Prussia had done his fair share of that. It was Ludwig's turn.

He shook his head. No, not Ludwig. He was The Nazi. Yes, a name befitting of a monster. A monster that murders innocents.

He knew not all Nazi's were bad. Some were good. But they all did what they did, regardless. He was The Nazi. The one who had sinned the most.

If he did this, The Nazi reasoned, perhaps his brother would be able to live. Prussia was no longer a country, it was only a matter of time until he faded. But if there was one country short... One nearby, that wouldn't be a hard transition... He may live.

Nodding, satisfied by his train of thought, The Nazi stiffened his posture, making it look as though he had every right to be there, which he did. He walked through the halls, though the war had ended years ago, with caution. Despite the fact that no one was here, and no one was likely to be here, he refused to let his guard down.

There'd be plenty of time to do that in hell.

The Nazi marched through the hallways, down the stairs, and across the room, wincing at the harsh echoes of his footsteps. The ghosts of the massacred whispered, screamed, all blaming him. They followed his footsteps, clung onto his black boots.

They all urged him, begged him, shrieked at him to do it. They need not. The Nazi would have done it anyways.

He stepped inside the gas chambers, locking it from the inside with multiple pieces of metal. He set down his bag, fastening the metal in place with the tools he carried inside.

The final moment was approaching, and The Nazi would not have it any other way. It was the beginning of his own end, the moment he sealed the door shut.

Just as The Nazi reached to pull the knob, to allow gas to fill the chamber and succumb to a torturous death, he heard it.

Cries. Screams. Banging on the door. For a moment, he thought it was the deceased, wishing for him to die already.

If he strained his ears, he could hear the faint sound of his own brother pleading. So it wasn't the deceased, wanting vengeance.

"Bruder! Please! Just get out of there! I know what you're thinking, and it won't work! Germany is better with you. NOT ME! You hear me, Ludwig!? YOU. ARE. GERMANY. I. AM. PRUSSIA." By the end of his tandem, The Nazi could make out the heart wrenching sound of his brother sobbing.

"No, bruder," he replied, just barely loud enough to be heard. The sniffling ceased.

"No, what?"

"I am not... I am not Germany." The Nazi cleared his throat and straightened his posture, despite the fact that no one alive could see. "I am a monster. Do not deny it. For what else would you call a man who has done nothing but kill? I'm not a man at all, for that matter. I am a monster, and justice must be served to those I disgraced. You must be allowed to live, love, and laugh once more."

Prussia banged at the door again. "No, you're WRONG! Get OUT RIGHT THIS SECOND, OR SO HELP ME-"

"So help you, what?"

There was silence.

The Nazi sighed, and turned the knob. "Goodbye..... Germany."

The gas swallowed him whole, and with it, brought excruciating pain. The Nazi had stood as far away from the vents as possible, to ensure the agony he was due.

Just as the stories had foretold, all the memories of his life flitted through his mind, and that was the moment that he knew this was it. He was really going to die. And he didn't mind in the slightest.

The only thing confusing was that new memories, childhood memories he didn't know that he had, went through his mind as well.

Another voice joined the one already begging at the door. "Germany! NO!"

Chibitalia... I'll have to break that promise. I hope you forgive me.

The strong smell of cooking pasta- a smell The Nazi knew was just an illusion- invaded his senses one last time.

After that, there was nothing.

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Heheh, short but sad... I hope. I haven't written in a while, so I'm a bit out of practice.
Feel free to be brutally honest!! (Though I won't be able to respond to responses of my comments- it's a glitch).
Bai~

~Weirdanimewriter out!