- Einsamkeit - A Hetalia Fan Fiction -

Chapter 1

— Einsamkeit —

Main Characters: Prussia/Gilbert, Germany/Ludwig

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Axis Powers Hetalia.

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His platinum blonde hair flying around in his face, and his red hued eyes filling up with tears, the small boy screamed in protest. “N-NO! I don’t want to leave!” Gilbert yelled out at the soldier carrying him, pounding his bony fists against his captor’s back. The said soldier grit his teeth, and shook his head at the protesting child. “This is for your safety,” he mumbled loud enough for the albino to hear him. Gilbert sniffed, glancing up one more time to see his home crumbling down in flames from the bombs that had landed in the area knowing he would most likely never see the house he grew up in after this.

The thing he saw afterwards was a dark green metallic surface of the jeep he was thrown into. His eyes adjusted to the darkness as the door slammed shut, and soon found the distraught faces of some of his neighbours. Gilbert’s own pale face matched theirs for a single moment, until the people around them looked at him with their disgusted, greasy and tear stained faces.

“Look, it’s him.”

“Why did the soldiers save him?”

“He should have been left to burn.”

The albino had been used to these types of insults, for far too long. He knew that yelling and attempting to show them that they were wrong about him were hopeless, even in terrifying situations. They always found time and strength to pick on him. “Why? What have I done to them?” Gilbert wondered, giving them a curious and hurt stare as if the answers would come to him. He felt the jeep start up, and take off towards the direction of Berlin, Germany causing the child to gasp and pound on the doors again.

His home was in Prussia, not stupid Germany! He didn’t want to leave his country! It’s the only thing that hasn’t hurt him, the one place he can walk around in and not be disturbed. He’d grown used to the glares and jeers pointed to him there. What if it was worse in Germany?

Gilbert began to panic at the thought, his constant pounding against the door slowing as he fell to the floor. “N-no. .,” he whimpered, shutting out the memories and all the possibilities. Eventually, the poor boy cowering in the front fell into a peaceful sleep surrounded by the judgemental stares of the other refugees.

Meanwhile in Berlin, Germany

Soft blue eyes stared up at the schoolteacher in confusion upon hearing the news. “A new student?” he repeated, pondering over the unfamiliar words. “Why? No one new ever comes here.” The small boy spoke the truth. Ever since the war had begun, the lower grades had become smaller and smaller until they had to be closed off due to the immense lack of students. Nobody wanted to attend school on the awful part of Berlin very much. It didn't help much that it used to be a  strictly Jewish school. 

The schoolteacher, Miss Brunke, sighed in agreement at Ludwig’s statement. “Yes, that is true, my little scholar. But this kid is quite a bit of trouble,” she replied. Ludwig’s nose crinkled up in distaste. He couldn’t stand those who were trouble, because they would just get in the way of his schoolwork. Why did they have to act that way, anyway? It wasn’t as if they were winning anything. He just didn’t understand it.

Miss Brunke noticed his expression and let out a quiet chuckle. “Don’t worry, Luddy, I’m sure he won’t be that bad. After all, you’ll be watching over him while he’s here,” she spoke with a small sense of pride at her student. The blonde haired boy noticed two things about her sentence. One, that the new student would be another troublesome boy who would eventually leave him like all of the others. Two, he would have to watch him and be his partner in the classroom.

However, he wouldn’t refuse this task. It wasn’t in his nature to, so he accepted it like the “grown up man” he was. “Okay, Miss Brunke. I promise that I’ll do my best.”