Hetalia x Male Reader - One Shot Book

1961 - Germany and Prussia

A/n: I just got a little inspired, I also noticed, I write kinda depressing/angsty things don't I?

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     For the best part of 28 years, the wall stood. It stood and it divided an entire people. The wall divided families, friends, siblings, partners, children from parents and so many more. It wouldn't be the same after, not after it fell, not only because it never truly fell but because a generation of people grew up split from the world.

•1961•

     It was in mere days that the wall had been built, divided everyone, everything was in an almost silent riot. M/n had not seen the two brothers since the beginnings of the wall went up, they hadn't been seen by anyone, the wall that was built overnight. After a week, the fears became truth and truth became untrustworthy. Being caught in the destruction of a Nation all alone wasn't the best thing in the world, but knowing the only two people that you could trust were locked out on the other side of ninety miles was even worse.
    

•1976•

     Fifteen years and nothing much had changed, still the same silenced riots that grew in the shadows, night time was a breeding ground for destruction. Trying to stay out of anything while trying to stay away from anyone prooved hard. Living near the border and watching people get shot down day after day as they tried to climb their way to freedom. The Prussian male could barely remember what day it was, let alone how long it'd been since he'd seen the two brothers, or what he knew as his lovers. How many years would it be before all this bloodshed was enough, how many years before a war left again.

     East and West divided but both were left on one side, how great, Gilbert was just in what some could say as the right place at the right time, he was on his brothers side of the land. West was a new home for him, he started to reign rampant, after losing the other Prussian male to the wall with no knowledge of him being alive or dead it left things blurred. Graffiti was plastered over the west side of the wall like a bad attempt at a bandage.  Ludwig was trying his best to control his unruly brother, he couldn't have him running off at every chance he found, he would do something stupid and hurt himself. There was also the ever present underlying fear that they'd never see the East again, and with that came the fear they'd never see the h/c haired, e/c eyed male again. They'd suddenly been cut out of all communication, no means of talking, no phone calls, no letters, no photographs to show to one another.

•1982•

     Just six years to go, but they didn't know that, it'd been twenty-two years already, depression lay like a blanket over a bleak unexpressive nation. An entire people silenced under a wall with no windows or doors to escape from, but there was no roof, it was freedom with the bittersweet memory, 'if only you could fly', the birds were fine. The small yellow-golden canary sat against the window, the frost against the glass showing as small droplets of rain gently fell against it. The bird was the last thing he had to actually remember his partners by, the bird had been found curled into the rumble of a breaking building, wrapped into a scarf that Gilbert was fond of. In the commotion of the building of the wall and people rushing to leave, Gilbert got out just the day before everything was kickstarted into motion, his bird had been left at his home, but flew to try find him. M/n had found the animal curled into the scarf that he hadn't seen in a while, surprised to find anything alive that he knew. As the years went by he began to question why Gilbird didn't try flying back over the wall, then dreaded that the bird knew that they had died or left for a new country.

•1989•

      November 9th, the people were finally free to cross the borders, they were free to see family, or find friends. But the Prussian man waited, he didn't want to become part of the commotion. Even from where he lived he could see everyone running to the destruction place of the wall. If they were alive they'd find him, if they remembered they'd come back, if they even cared they'd be there. So he waited, having half a mind to up and go to the wall himself to find them, it was days later that anything even started to calm down in the slightest, celebrations on at each and every corner.

     It was late, not many people out, those left were mostly men in uniform, and soon midnight closed in, and sooner than that one in the morning closed in, then two, then a knock at the front door. It was either late or early but it didn't matter, standing from the blue cloth sofa, and placing the dog eared book on the old oak table, m/n stood to get the door, the small canary started to go crazy, the bird flew towards the door then perched atop the clothing hook the wasnow home to the old scarf. Upon opening it he looked out, half awake, and mumbles were heard, a chirp then the small bird flew out, circling the unfamiliarly familiar faces.

"And what, who are you to be out at this hour?"

"M/n l/n, yes?"

"At your service sir, what do you want?"

"This is totally unawesome, do you not remember us at all?"

     The small bird had now begun resting upon Gilbert's shoulder, fluffed up feathers and snoozing off to sleep.

"You're late, Mr Beilschmidts', very late, come in, it's been awhile,"

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A/n:You realize, my cousin Albert wrote this, soz dudes, it's good I think, requests are open always so yah:)