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"Is he still out there?"

You looked down to the tall blonde german who was hunched on the couch infront of the rather large window in the living room, his now distant blue eyes fixated on the white coffe mug in his hands. Ludwig looked up to you, a sad expression planted on his face that couldn't quite be described with words alone. He gave you a slight nod, not seeming to reply for the longest while.

"Ja." He looked back down to his mug, the brown fluid sending out tiny ripples as his grip on the handle became unsteady. "He's been out zhere all afternoon."

You looked down to your feet that were planted firmly in the shaggy, brown carpet you stould on, the feeling of empathy and pity growing inside you, just like it had every year when this specific day rolled around. The only thing that made this date worse, however, was the fact you couldn't do a single thing about it. You could only stand by his side, watching him suffer the whole day in silence, painful memories no one would want to recall seeming to wash over the dark, silhouetted figure of the usually cocky albino.

Gilbert Beilschmidt.

This day, exactally sixty six years ago, Prussia had officially been dissolved. You had been a rather young country at the time, so you hadn't quite been sure what was going on. All that you did know, however, was that the country named Prussia no longer existed. It didn't really seem to strike you as something to get so worked up about; After all, you hadn't known him at all. He was simply just another thing in this cruel, unforgiving world that had been earased from existance, the only thing proving he had actually been there was his past.

And even then...

You sighed, trying not to think about when you were a child. The only thing that you wanted to think about at that moment was Gilbert, and how much he had needed someone in which to share his feelings with. You knew that he was carrying a heavy load on his heart, and you wanted to help lift some of the weight off of it, even if it was for the briefest time. Looking over to Ludwig, you could see he was in no mood to chat, his gaze still fixated in the pool of bitter coffe he had made briefly before you had gotten there evening. A small sigh escaped your lips, the (e/c) orbs you had looking in his direction making their way infront of you.

The sound of shoes against tile illuminated from the kitchen as you made your way towards the back door. This hadn't been anything new for you. It seemed as though you repeated this process year after year, knowing exactally where Gilbert would have been sitting when you got out into the rather large backyard the two had owned since the house was bought so many years ago. You placed your hand on the doorknob, tensing up a bit as the feeling of cold metal spread across your palm. Giving one last look around you, your hand twisted the golden doorknob, the clicking sound of the metal unhatching from the door visible to your ears. The sudden gust of wind that was predicted that cold morning hit you harder than you had expected it to, instantly wishing you had brought something warmer to wear. You just decided to suck it up, closing the door behind you just quiet enough so the ruby-eyed man couldn't hear you coming.

And just as you had thought, there he was, sitting on the last step of the lined porch, his head looking up towards the darkening sky as the little fits of wind blew through his dishievled, messy white hair. Gilbird rested lightly on his shoulder, nuzzling closely into the fabric of the plain blue t-shirt the prussian had worn that day, also seeming to moarn for his master's rather upsetting day. Your lips formed into a tiny frown, now numbing arms planted laimly at your sides as you watched carefully at your friend's back, his clothing moving rhythmecly to whichever direction the wind blew it to. Taking a step forward, you peered down at the man who didn't even seem to acknowledge your existance.

"Can I join you?" You asked, finally speaking up after a moment of two of pure silence.

His pained, bloody red eyes lifted up to meet yours, no expression whatsoever reflected in his face. Giving a slight nod, he patted the spot next to him, not uttering a word. You sat down next to him, adjusting your (f/c) sweater sleeves so they were pulled over your pale hands, bunching up the extra fabric between clenched fists. You looked up to the sky, the gloomy atmosphere sinking into your core. Sighing, you rested your cheeck against Gilbert's shoulder, massaging comforting circles along his back as Gilbird gave a small tweet.

And there you sat for what seemed like forever, just enjoying each others company as you stared at the pink, yellow, and orange sunset that, at the time, was lowering with each moment you sat on the porch. The day of Gilbert's mourning was almost coming to an end, and he could once again return to his usual happy self.

But even then, you knew that his past would forever haunt him, and he would never stop mourning after what he had been through. A little part of you figured that he just smiled to cover up what he actually felt, calling himself 'Awesome' to annoy those around him. Annoy them to make them remember him better. Those days of war would forever be burned into his memory, never a day passing by when he wouldn't remember the corpses of fallen comrades laying still on the ground, never again to waken and return to families that might have been waiting for them back home, praying, hoping that they would be safe.

"______." A quiet, hoarse murmer finally broke the silence between the two of you. You turned to look at Gilbert, who had continued to sit in the same position, his head raised towards the sky. You couldn't see his expression change in the slightest, but you nodded none the less.

"Yeah, Gil?" You asked, your hand stopping in the middle of his back.

"Could you...sing for me?"

Your eyes grew wide at the lack of hesitation in his voice and how serious he actually sounded. Had he ever heard you sing before? The only time you could remember was when you had been taking a shower one morning, and you heard the door quietly creak open. You had been singing to yourself, and really hadn't ceased until you heard a small laughter. Curious, you popped your soaking wet head out of the shower, only to see the prussian sitting on the toilet, a wide, toothy grin plastered on his face. Yours, however, had grown surprisingly warm and red as you hissed at him to get the hell out, questioning him how he had gotten into the bathroom in the first place.

Even thinking about it now, a light pink dusted across your cheeks. Shaking the feeling of sudden embarresment from your system, you continued to stare at Gilbert for a few more seconds until you finally replied.

"Will it make you feel better?"

He simply nodded, his eyes looking over to you and locking with yours. You gave a tiny laugh, smirking only the slightest.

"Then I guess I really don't have a choice, do I?"

Clearing your throat, you stared off into the sunset as if to find some insperation laying deep within it. You shifted your gaze to your hands folded tightly in your lap, and you began to sing as quietly and as comforting as you could.

"If I die young bury me in satin
Lay me down on a bed of roses
Sink me in the river at dawn
Send me away with the words of a love song
Oh oh oh oh

Lord make me a rainbow
I'll shine down on my mother
She'll know I'm safe with you
When she stands under my colors oh and
Life ain't always what you think it ought to be no
Ain't even grey but she buries her baby

The sharp knife of a short life, well
I've had just enough time

If I die young bury me in satin
Lay me down on a bed of roses
Sink me in the river at dawn
Send me away with the words of a love song

The sharp knife of a short life
Well I've had just enough time

I'll be wearing white when I come into your kingdom
I'm as green as the ring on my little cold finger
I've never known the loving of a woman
But it sure felt nice when she was holdin' my hand
There's girl here in town, says she'll love me forever
And who would have thought forever could be severed by

The sharp knife of a short life, well
I've had just enough time

A penny for my thoughts
Oh no, I'll sell them for a dollar
They're worth so much more after I'm a goner
And maybe then you'll hear the words I been singin
Funny when you're dead how people start listenin...

If I die young, bury me in satin
Lay me down on a bed of roses
Sink me in the river at dawn
Send me away with the words of a love song

If I die young, bury me in satin
Lay me down on a bed of roses
Sink me in the river, at dawn
Send me away with the words of a love song

The sharp knife of a short life, well
I've had, just enough time

If I die young, bury me in satin
Lay me down..."

The two of you sat in silence, your eyes still plastered on the hands bunched tightly in your lap as you felt warm tears form at the tips of your (e/c) eyes. You knew you could never quite feel the pain Gilbert did, and that upset you greatly. You wanted to feel what he felt, to share his pain with him, and to just understand him enough to know exactally what was going through his mind.

You wanted to heal him.

That's when you felt two warm arms wrap around your waist, bringing you into a rather tight hug. Your face rested gently into the chest of Gilbert, his chin resting on your shoulder as you sat limply in his arms. Eyes growing wide, you couldn't quite believe that you were in the sweet embrace of the one you had loved for so long. You hesitantly wrapped your arms around his waist, the feeling of tears soaking into your sweater shoulder. This sent an alarmed expression to your face as you lifted yourself out of the hug to see if the albino was crying. Sure enough, there he was, tears silently flowing out of the crimson eyes he sported and rolling down his rather cold, rosey cheeks. You took your thumb out of the bunched fabric you held bewteen your hand, wyping the tears off his face. You hated to see him cry.

His hands made their way up to yours, pressing your hand closer to his face, just enough so you were caressing his cheek.

"Thank you, fraulein." He smirked, closing his eyes as more tears formed from the sides of them. "I needed zhat."

You smiled, tipping your head so your (h/l), (h/c) flowed lightly in the wind. "You know, Gilbert." You murmered quietly, causing the prussian to open his eyes. "You look alot more awesome when you're smiling."

"Please, frau." He gave a short, raspy laugh. "I always look zhis awesome."

"True." You said, giving him a quick peck on the nose, the feeling of salty tears spreading across your chapped lips. "But you look alot more so when you're smiling warmly at me."

You were once again pulled into another hug by the prussian, but this time, a little more gentler. Not thinking twice, you wrapped your arms around him, your head once again resting lightly in his muscled chest. If heaven had a feel to it, you wished it would have felt exactally like this. The warm, gentle embrace of another, the sickingly sweet smell of purple cornflowers engulfing your very being, and the quiet, now steady breathing of Gilbert, who had since stopped his tears.

These were the things you had cherished the most, keeping near and dear to your heart, never to let go.

"Ich liebe dich." The words were quietly whispered into your ear, making you flinch, not only with surprise, but with happiness.

"I love you too, Gil." You murmered into his chest, your hands gripping the back of the blue shirt even harder, prominent tears crawling down your cheeks.

We all love you, Prussia. Even more than you could possibly know.

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"Is he still out there?"

You looked down to the tall blonde german who was hunched on the couch infront of the rather large window in the living room, his now distant blue eyes fixated on the white coffe mug in his hands. Ludwig looked up to you, a sad expression planted on his face that couldn't quite be described with words alone. He gave you a slight nod, not seeming to reply for the longest while.

"Ja." He looked back down to his mug, the brown fluid sending out tiny ripples as his grip on the handle became unsteady. "He's been out zhere all afternoon."

You looked down to your feet that were planted firmly in the shaggy, brown carpet you stould on, the feeling of empathy and pity growing inside you, just like it had every year when this specific day rolled around. The only thing that made this date worse, however, was the fact you couldn't do a single thing about it. You could only stand by his side, watching him suffer the whole day in silence, painful memories no one would want to recall seeming to wash over the dark, silhouetted figure of the usually cocky albino.

Gilbert Beilschmidt.

This day, exactally sixty six years ago, Prussia had officially been dissolved. You had been a rather young country at the time, so you hadn't quite been sure what was going on. All that you did know, however, was that the country named Prussia no longer existed. It didn't really seem to strike you as something to get so worked up about; After all, you hadn't known him at all. He was simply just another thing in this cruel, unforgiving world that had been earased from existance, the only thing proving he had actually been there was his past.

And even then...

You sighed, trying not to think about when you were a child. The only thing that you wanted to think about at that moment was Gilbert, and how much he had needed someone in which to share his feelings with. You knew that he was carrying a heavy load on his heart, and you wanted to help lift some of the weight off of it, even if it was for the briefest time. Looking over to Ludwig, you could see he was in no mood to chat, his gaze still fixated in the pool of bitter coffe he had made briefly before you had gotten there evening. A small sigh escaped your lips, the (e/c) orbs you had looking in his direction making their way infront of you.

The sound of shoes against tile illuminated from the kitchen as you made your way towards the back door. This hadn't been anything new for you. It seemed as though you repeated this process year after year, knowing exactally where Gilbert would have been sitting when you got out into the rather large backyard the two had owned since the house was bought so many years ago. You placed your hand on the doorknob, tensing up a bit as the feeling of cold metal spread across your palm. Giving one last look around you, your hand twisted the golden doorknob, the clicking sound of the metal unhatching from the door visible to your ears. The sudden gust of wind that was predicted that cold morning hit you harder than you had expected it to, instantly wishing you had brought something warmer to wear. You just decided to suck it up, closing the door behind you just quiet enough so the ruby-eyed man couldn't hear you coming.

And just as you had thought, there he was, sitting on the last step of the lined porch, his head looking up towards the darkening sky as the little fits of wind blew through his dishievled, messy white hair. Gilbird rested lightly on his shoulder, nuzzling closely into the fabric of the plain blue t-shirt the prussian had worn that day, also seeming to moarn for his master's rather upsetting day. Your lips formed into a tiny frown, now numbing arms planted laimly at your sides as you watched carefully at your friend's back, his clothing moving rhythmecly to whichever direction the wind blew it to. Taking a step forward, you peered down at the man who didn't even seem to acknowledge your existance.

"Can I join you?" You asked, finally speaking up after a moment of two of pure silence.

His pained, bloody red eyes lifted up to meet yours, no expression whatsoever reflected in his face. Giving a slight nod, he patted the spot next to him, not uttering a word. You sat down next to him, adjusting your (f/c) sweater sleeves so they were pulled over your pale hands, bunching up the extra fabric between clenched fists. You looked up to the sky, the gloomy atmosphere sinking into your core. Sighing, you rested your cheeck against Gilbert's shoulder, massaging comforting circles along his back as Gilbird gave a small tweet.

And there you sat for what seemed like forever, just enjoying each others company as you stared at the pink, yellow, and orange sunset that, at the time, was lowering with each moment you sat on the porch. The day of Gilbert's mourning was almost coming to an end, and he could once again return to his usual happy self.

But even then, you knew that his past would forever haunt him, and he would never stop mourning after what he had been through. A little part of you figured that he just smiled to cover up what he actually felt, calling himself 'Awesome' to annoy those around him. Annoy them to make them remember him better. Those days of war would forever be burned into his memory, never a day passing by when he wouldn't remember the corpses of fallen comrades laying still on the ground, never again to waken and return to families that might have been waiting for them back home, praying, hoping that they would be safe.

"______." A quiet, hoarse murmer finally broke the silence between the two of you. You turned to look at Gilbert, who had continued to sit in the same position, his head raised towards the sky. You couldn't see his expression change in the slightest, but you nodded none the less.

"Yeah, Gil?" You asked, your hand stopping in the middle of his back.

"Could you...sing for me?"

Your eyes grew wide at the lack of hesitation in his voice and how serious he actually sounded. Had he ever heard you sing before? The only time you could remember was when you had been taking a shower one morning, and you heard the door quietly creak open. You had been singing to yourself, and really hadn't ceased until you heard a small laughter. Curious, you popped your soaking wet head out of the shower, only to see the prussian sitting on the toilet, a wide, toothy grin plastered on his face. Yours, however, had grown surprisingly warm and red as you hissed at him to get the hell out, questioning him how he had gotten into the bathroom in the first place.

Even thinking about it now, a light pink dusted across your cheeks. Shaking the feeling of sudden embarresment from your system, you continued to stare at Gilbert for a few more seconds until you finally replied.

"Will it make you feel better?"

He simply nodded, his eyes looking over to you and locking with yours. You gave a tiny laugh, smirking only the slightest.

"Then I guess I really don't have a choice, do I?"

Clearing your throat, you stared off into the sunset as if to find some insperation laying deep within it. You shifted your gaze to your hands folded tightly in your lap, and you began to sing as quietly and as comforting as you could.

"If I die young bury me in satin
Lay me down on a bed of roses
Sink me in the river at dawn
Send me away with the words of a love song
Oh oh oh oh

Lord make me a rainbow
I'll shine down on my mother
She'll know I'm safe with you
When she stands under my colors oh and
Life ain't always what you think it ought to be no
Ain't even grey but she buries her baby

The sharp knife of a short life, well
I've had just enough time

If I die young bury me in satin
Lay me down on a bed of roses
Sink me in the river at dawn
Send me away with the words of a love song

The sharp knife of a short life
Well I've had just enough time

I'll be wearing white when I come into your kingdom
I'm as green as the ring on my little cold finger
I've never known the loving of a woman
But it sure felt nice when she was holdin' my hand
There's girl here in town, says she'll love me forever
And who would have thought forever could be severed by

The sharp knife of a short life, well
I've had just enough time

A penny for my thoughts
Oh no, I'll sell them for a dollar
They're worth so much more after I'm a goner
And maybe then you'll hear the words I been singin
Funny when you're dead how people start listenin...

If I die young, bury me in satin
Lay me down on a bed of roses
Sink me in the river at dawn
Send me away with the words of a love song

If I die young, bury me in satin
Lay me down on a bed of roses
Sink me in the river, at dawn
Send me away with the words of a love song

The sharp knife of a short life, well
I've had, just enough time

If I die young, bury me in satin
Lay me down..."

The two of you sat in silence, your eyes still plastered on the hands bunched tightly in your lap as you felt warm tears form at the tips of your (e/c) eyes. You knew you could never quite feel the pain Gilbert did, and that upset you greatly. You wanted to feel what he felt, to share his pain with him, and to just understand him enough to know exactally what was going through his mind.

You wanted to heal him.

That's when you felt two warm arms wrap around your waist, bringing you into a rather tight hug. Your face rested gently into the chest of Gilbert, his chin resting on your shoulder as you sat limply in his arms. Eyes growing wide, you couldn't quite believe that you were in the sweet embrace of the one you had loved for so long. You hesitantly wrapped your arms around his waist, the feeling of tears soaking into your sweater shoulder. This sent an alarmed expression to your face as you lifted yourself out of the hug to see if the albino was crying. Sure enough, there he was, tears silently flowing out of the crimson eyes he sported and rolling down his rather cold, rosey cheeks. You took your thumb out of the bunched fabric you held bewteen your hand, wyping the tears off his face. You hated to see him cry.

His hands made their way up to yours, pressing your hand closer to his face, just enough so you were caressing his cheek.

"Thank you, fraulein." He smirked, closing his eyes as more tears formed from the sides of them. "I needed zhat."

You smiled, tipping your head so your (h/l), (h/c) flowed lightly in the wind. "You know, Gilbert." You murmered quietly, causing the prussian to open his eyes. "You look alot more awesome when you're smiling."

"Please, frau." He gave a short, raspy laugh. "I always look zhis awesome."

"True." You said, giving him a quick peck on the nose, the feeling of salty tears spreading across your chapped lips. "But you look alot more so when you're smiling warmly at me."

You were once again pulled into another hug by the prussian, but this time, a little more gentler. Not thinking twice, you wrapped your arms around him, your head once again resting lightly in his muscled chest. If heaven had a feel to it, you wished it would have felt exactally like this. The warm, gentle embrace of another, the sickingly sweet smell of purple cornflowers engulfing your very being, and the quiet, now steady breathing of Gilbert, who had since stopped his tears.

These were the things you had cherished the most, keeping near and dear to your heart, never to let go.

"Ich liebe dich." The words were quietly whispered into your ear, making you flinch, not only with surprise, but with happiness.

"I love you too, Gil." You murmered into his chest, your hands gripping the back of the blue shirt even harder, prominent tears crawling down your cheeks.

We all love you, Prussia. Even more than you could possibly know.