Things I Never Got To Tell You

II

The world had ended. So why hadn't he gone with it? Was his country status going to keep him alive in death, when nothing was left to keep him alive in the first place?

Prussia had been dissolved. Germany had taken the lands that he had worked so hard for, he had fought and killed for.

Such hate boiled through his veins at the very thought. But then he had seen Germany, a mere child who had been forced through the worst.

Germany had killed his brother. Not directly, no the child was not bloodthirsty. But his bosses had done the unspeakable, forced him to kill his brothers one by one until Prussia gave himself up for his bruderleins health.

The kiss made sense now. His last act before he moved on to wherever countries go to after being dissolved.

But it hurt. Here he was, left behind with things that his brain had told him not to say. Now he knew that the other had loved him, that what Tonio had said was true... what now?

He his heart had been shattered. Again, might he add. Did life hate him this much?

Now that he thought about it, Gilbert had been dying as he was kissing him. While he questioned why... his soulmate had been saying goodbye.

He couldn't breathe.

Antonio had told him to not think about it too much or he'd get another attack. He hadn't listened at all.

He felt hurt.

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He felt the blood on his hands. Even if they were using guns, he could still feel every German soliders blood on his hands.

Well, life, look at him now. He'd moved on. The bad touch trio might be down a person, but they still did their thing. Here he was... killing the people of heritage from the country he called his soul mate...

He crawled slightly to the right and saw something that made him jump out of his skin.

Someone was stood right in front of him, completely covered in black so no clear defining features were seen.

He was dead. Before he could even raise the gun to shoot the person was upon him.

Francis barely made it onto his back before the figure had put the gun to his head.

Looks like he'll get another couple days rest from the torment of life before he had to come back again. He closed his eyes ready.

Silence. The moments drew longer and longer. Before long he realised something. The hand was shaking.

Daring to open his eyes, he looked at his attacker again. What he saw made his heart stop.

He couldn't breathe. He couldn't do anything but look into those eyes... those impossible, beautiful, red eyes he had fallen in love with.

Slowly he moved to sit up, hesitantly, carefully.

The attacker readjusted his grip on the shotgun but didn't do anything else.

Hours seemed to pass and they both kept staring, the other shaking. Finally, the Prussian (?) closed his eyes and stepped back a step.

Francis, snapped out of a daze, moved as well, to a standing position. The man didn't seem to notice.

He moved forward. No response. Another step. No action. He outstretched a hand, his heart racing.

The mask was taken off. He felt his breath forced out of his lungs. It was him. It really was. Gilbert was standing in front of him. Alive. Well. ALIVE.

'Gilbert, mon amour, is it really?' He cupped the others face. This seemed to bring life into the other, as his eyes fluttered open.

Another hour or two of staring, absorbing each other.

There was a movement to bring their faces together before suddenly the Prussian flinched away.

Francis lost his balance and fell backwards onto the floor. They looked at each other for another moment longer.

'Ich liebe dich' Came the whisper before the Prussian ran from the room and disappeared from sight.

Francis was left confused and hurt. But one thing was certain. His amour wasn't dead.

He still had a chance to say it.