Dear mein amazingly, wonderful bruder,

Germany,

West,

Lutz,

…Ludwig.

You have no idea how proud I am of you. I can still remember the day when our father came in and told me that you were born. Huh. I was so excited to see my new baby brother, my new friend, and, even though my young, innocent, mind did not understand what else you would become to me, my lover.

Your clear aqua eyes, I still remember, looked up to me as you smiled… In fact that was the same day, in that very moment, that very second, that I made a promise to always be there for you. To protect you. To help and guide you. And to always love you.

Years went by. Do you remember mein kleiner bruder? Do you remember those years? I most certainly do. How can I not? Even though we were both so young, we both, or at least it seemed so to my young mind, that we both felt that longing, and need to be near one another. Do you remember when I came home from all of my battles? You used to run up to me and check me over for injuries before encasing me in your small yet strong embrace. I used to always take that for granted…

Many more years went by.

Holy Roman Empire was no more. I remember when I got the news from Lizzie that you had gone to war with France. I still get that feeling, even now, of pure shock, fear, and the pain of knowing that I might lose you. Do you remember when I ran into the middle of the battle? When I picked you up and held you close to me. Whispering in your ear how everything was going to be okay.

That was the day that I kept my promise. The only time I was able to fully keep, successfully keep, that particular promise.

Over the next few months you were recuperating. I was there every-single moment. I was so worried that you would just disappear from this world. My fears were finally halted thanks to the new that you had become the new country… No nation… Of Germany. I was so proud of you! I trained you in the ways of the swords, and when guns came around, I helped teach you those to.

Unfortunately, Then the World Wars happened. I still remember, clear as day, how you begged that bastard Hitler to stop. How you were the one to finally end his reign…

The Berlin wall, that damned wall, was put up, keeping me away from you… After my country was disbanded. I had nothing. No people. No kingdom/land. No flag. No government. Nothing. Absolutely nothing.

Despite all of this, I didn't dwell on it. I was more worried about you. And in the end, I was glad that you became who you were. Sure, the fun-loving young child was missed, but it was mostly my fault in the first place that you turned out the way you did.

Years and Years went by.

The next thing I know I'm limping over the wall. Free. I ran, well tried to anyways (But really, with all of the shit that Russia put me through I highly doubted I could have done anymore), as I spotted your bright blond hair.

You captured me in a hug as you sobbed on my shoulder. I was hysterically sobbing by the time I reached you. You brought me home.

A few more years went by and I seemed to be getting on your nerves. Just for, in my mind, little things. Like if I didn't throw my napkin in the trash right when I was done using it. Or when I laughed to loud.

I stopped doing those things, because I was grateful to you for helping me. For taking care of me. And for not being more upset that I couldn't uphold my promise during the wars.

More years went by and I couldn't help but feel that you hated me. You never hugged me. Or kissed me. Or even looked in my direction ((A/N: ONE DIRECTION XD)) unless I did something that you deemed wrong.

I couldn't do anything back. I mean I've loved you, and cared for you from day one. How could I hurt or even talk back to you? I love you Ludwig. I always have and I always will.

I haven't been myself lately. My country has been gone for to long. I think I'm a fading. In a week, which should be today, I will be extra good. So that you can have only good memories of me.

Once the meeting is in full swing, I will go.

The only thing you will have to- no not have to. The only thing that I ask of you to do, is to bury me in the flower patch where I used to bring you when you were little. This isn't even something I require or ask, but if you could please, please bury me in my good suit, the one with my crest embroidered on it. That is all I ask.

You won't even have to clean up anything. I will make sure you won't have to.

Thank you.

I love you.

Your brother,

Gilbert Beilshmidt.

Germany stared at the letter in absolute shock. 'What does he-'

Suddenly realization hit him.

"NO BRUDER!"

Hungary just stared at him with tear filled eyes as they nodded to one another. 'We have to stop this! I'm... I'm so sorry Gill. Ich Leibe Dich. I never realized...'

Before he could think any thing else, France, Spain, and Hungary grabbed his arms as they ran.

'Please be okay.'