Notes: This is set in an AU where,when you've served your purpose in this world you die. And then someone else takes your place. However the one who replaces them,always remembers that person. This story begins when someone has served said purpose.
Gilbert looked into Elizabeta's eyes,retaining a now serious expression, his red eyes met her green. Elizabeta sensed the meaning of this stare, they both knew this had been coming for a longtime. There was no reason for Gilbert to continue existing, there was no point. He had served his purpose in this land, it was time for him to leave it. And to make way for the ones who would come after him. This was reality, no matter what they did to try to slow it down. Gilbert held her close to his chest, she smiled usually, such a gesture would have made her claw at him and push away. But she knew Gilbert just needed someone so she allowed this. They stood like this, all around them everything was still.When Elizabeta glanced back into his eyes, they were no longer red they were gray.
In Gilbert's mind and through his eyes she knew, but could not quite determine what was really going on. He was alone in a navy blue room, no it wasn't a room, it was a giant mass of dark surface. A flash, and then a burst of fireworks and lights, and color, then nothing again. A small boy appeared before him engulfed in light the boy looked up at him, his eyes were blue and his hair was short and blonde. This was the one, this most certainly was the one. Gilbert smiled at him, and walked toward him welcoming him. From the outside tears could see the absent minded smile on Gilbert's pale face. He took his cloak off without realizing and slipped it over her shoulders without realizing. In his dream and in his mind he walked up to the boy and bent down. Extending his hand, Gilbert himself remembered the steps to this, from when Old Fritz had done the same all of those months and years ago. A name came to his mind "Welcome" he held the boy's small hand almost instinctively, "Ludwig". They walked away hand in hand, into the surface of nothing.
A deep breeze blew through out the still room and his ashes blew toward the sky.
Elizabeta found herself grasping nothing, where Gilbert had once stood a small boy stared up at her with his deep blue eyes and smiled at him her tears falling silently down her cheeks. She sat on the floor and hugged him Gilbert's coat was still draped around her shoulders. The boy leaned on her shoulders as she wept.
This was how Ludwig would always think of his first day alive.
