Chaos. Germans on either side of outdated wall scream, shout and panic. They attack the wall with anything they can get their hands on… hammers, baseball bats, garden furniture. As the wall starts to crumble under wave after wave of Germans, I watch on. Call me selfish… but, I half hoped the wall would never fall. I mean, my country was dissolved… I became East Germany. If the wall falls… Germany is unified… East Germany won't exist… and I'll die. I laugh bitterly, West doesn't even realise this… it's obvious since I can see him from my vantage point with England, America and France tearing the wall. I feel a stabbing pain in my chest… my people are being torn away. No one ever deserves to feel this, let alone TWICE!

"… God must hate me then…" I mumble, laughing quietly.

Blood trickles down my face, staining my white hair and causing it to stick to my pale forehead. I feel numb… West, England, America and France have finally broken through. I can see Luddy looking for me frantically in the fray. I gasp and clutch at my chest. Blood. Wet, sticky blood runs down my front from a deep gash over my heart. West sees me and rushes over, as I fall to the ground in unparalleled agony.

Air escapes me… sight blackens… ears ring…

No… please… L-lud…

"Where am I…?" I groan, jump up then fall back to the ground as pain burns through my veins. After the pain subsides again, I open my eyes to look around me. Cloudless blue sky stretches above me and the short and precisely cut green grass. A light breeze moves the surrounding field. Wheat fields, as high as my waist, sway with the wind.

"Where do you think you are, my dear country?" that voice… no… it can't be… I can't be…

"Fritz?" I lean my head back, to look into the upside down face. My eyes widen. He isn't the frail old man that died while holding onto my hands so tightly they lost circulation. No, his Fritz only looked about 21, his storm grey eyes shining with youth.

"Ja" he walked to stand in front of me, and sat down his hand outstretched to help me up. I take the offered hand, warily.

"You never answered my question. Where am I?" I tilt my head. Never have I imagined I'd see Old Fritz again - let alone in, quite tight, jeans and a plain white shirt with the sleeves rolled up. His ash blonde hair surrounds his smiling face like a halo.

"I'm sad to say, Prussia, but you died when that ghastly wall came down." his smile drops, and he continues to look at me in sorrow.

"Oh…"

"How eloquent" his laugh, melodic, rings in my ears. I look down at my hands in my lap, as I try to hide the tears that start to flow from my eyes. This doesn't hide it from Fritz.

"Weine nicht, mein Liebling" he lifts my head up and swipes his thumbs across my cheeks, removing all traces of the salty tears I had cried mere seconds ago. We sit like this, almost like we're trying to memorise each other, for what seems like hours.

"You don't realise how much I've missed you, Fritz" I launch myself at him, causing him to topple backwards, and bury my head into his chest. I feel him chuckle, sending vibrations through his chest, as he relaxes underneath me and gently runs a hand through my hair.

"And I you, Gil… Ich leibe dich" tears spring to my eyes for a second time

"Ich leibe dich auch"

"Gil… GIL! STAY WITH ME!" I scream, shaking the prone body of my brother, blood dripping out of the cuts that litter his pale body. A shell of himself. I pull him closer and craddle him, as tears pour down my face.

"… Ludwig. He's gone. You knew this would happen when you wanted the Berlin Wall taken down." England bends down, talking softly. I turn to look at him, and see tears in his eyes also. Gently, he closes Gilbert's eyes.

"Rest in peace, Gilbert"