Prussia's Box

Gone

Germany had gotten up, early in the morning and did his normal routine. But something had seemed really off, he didn't hear his older brothers obnoxious snoring. He quickly shook off that thought and continued his 5 am jog.

By the time he had gotten home, his brother was no where to be seen. 'Funny he's usually up by now...' he thought. Taking off his hoodie, and placing it aside he jogged up the stairs and went straight towards Gilberts room. Opening the door, he saw no one, only a well kept room. Bed made and everything, only a single box with an white envelope on top of the box. Advancing towards the box, he'd picked up the envelope and took out a letter.

Dear Bruder,
I've gone out of town, for some personal business. But I want you to take this Box to the next meeting. Inside it is some letters to all the other countries. Even one for you... I won't be back for awhile, don't come looking for me please. I have to deal with this alone. You'll understand later once everyone has read their letter and my journal... Please understand.

Your Awesome Bruder,
Gilbert
P.s I may or may not ate the last sausage....

"Vhat?" He said allowed, confused and a little worried about Gilberts where bouts. 'Vhere could he have gone off too?' Ludwig thought. He sighed and obeyed his brothers wishes. Luckily today was the day for the World Meeting. So he can understand what his brother meant in his letter. Taking the small wooden box off the neatly made bed, Ludwig carried it off to the living room and put it on the side table so he would remember to get it when he left for the meeting.

Meanwhile, Gilbert had set out early in the morning to catch the train. Being on said train he was lost in his thoughts. Gazing out the window, hand on chin just thinking of his long lost past....

~*~

Back in 1242, was a time period where he first joined the Teutonic Order. Where he'd become a knight, and part of the brother hood. Walking through the stoned hallway, he was soon to be knighted by the Grand Master, Heinrich Walpot von Bassenheim. "Keseses I'm going to be the awesomest knight ever!" Gilbert cheerfully muttered to himself. The guards opened the doors into the Grand Masters throne room, walking in pridefully, Prussia strode right in and the coronation began...

~*~

Comings back into reality he, shook his head and chuckled at the childish memory. "Chirp chirp" little tweets came from the top of Gilberts head. Looking up, he used his left hand and gently picked up the small bird. "Vhat is it Gilbird?" Wondering what his little bird was chirping about. Wiggling out of his palm, Gilbird flew onto his shoulder and reached his little head down to Gilberts breast pocket. Taking a hold of a golden chain in his mouth and then flew back into his hand. Dropping the small necklace, in his hand. This action only made him laugh. "Don't be silly Gilbird, she wouldn't want to see us" Give the bird a half grin. "Chirp!!" The little bird tweeted annoyed at him. "After vhat? 8 years of not seeing her? She would never forgive me!!!" He complained, this only made the little bird roll his eyes and give a 'Oh really?' Face. "No Gilbird... besides she probably already forgot about me..." Gilbert sighed. Picking the small chained necklace gently, he looked at the small pendent. It was a little Crown, with small diamonds going around the rim of it. He smiled for a seconded only to frown and shove in back into his breast pocket. Not wanting to bring up bad memories. Gilbird gave his master a sad look, and chose not to bother him any longer. He flew back into the albinos, Snow White hair and fell asleep.