The Russian hummed thoughtfully running his finger along the map. "I want… all of this…" The silver haired nation's thick finger ran down the sheet, tracing everything he wanted. Prussia scowled at this. That damn Russian wanted him… He was going to split him and Ludwig…

Gilbert was battered. And tired. But glad this mess was over. What he was not looking forward to were the consequences. Prussia licked his lips, his scarlet eyes glancing over to his brother, wondering how the other was taking all of this…

Though… West… wasn't well at all. His boss… former boss… had done a number on him. Germany probably didn't care that he was about to be taken away… he wasn't saying anything to defend him. Ludwig was just going to let it happen. It stung the Prussian's heart… but… this is how the other had been these last few years. It hadn't been like this at the beginning. But then… the ideals that the former fuehrer were pushing on him and battering the German with were finally taking root. And before he knew it. Prussia no longer new the man that he had helped raise.

Once icy blue eyes now darkened, and he remembered all to well the malice they could hold. One terrifying evening after a failed assassination attempt on Hitler… Cornered in the foyer… a gun aimed at him. Being shouted at that he was dirty. Unworthy to even be fighting under the Nazi flag. Because he was pale… had silvery hair. And scarlet eyes. Vile. Scum… Prussia thought for sure his brother was going to take his life right there, until…

Music. The record player from another room started up. Loud. Almost deafening considering how far away it was. But that wasn't the important thing… it was playing a banned song. A record that should have been destroyed. This did not go unnoticed by the livid German and he went to hunt down the only other person in their house who could have done such a thing. Forgetting about Gilbert.

Gilbert, bolted from the room, letting out a breath he hadn't been aware he was holding… To his room where the Austrian was, sitting on his bed, looking like he was about to have a nervous breakdown. Gilbert had no idea how the other had managed to make the record player go off and get here before him… but it didn't matter. He yanked the other up from his bed and thanked him softly. From that terrifying day forward they kept each other safe. Gilbert of course had to go to battle sometimes and he'd rather be on the fields of battle then this house with Ludwig

He shook his head, pulling himself out of those thoughts and memories. Gilbert glanced at everyone at the table. The hero America, who was glaring at the Russian. A battered and exhausted Brit. An irritated Frenchman. Ludwig… himself. Italy and Romano. Italy had his gaze fixed on the table, not speaking. Poland and a few others were present as well.

"Non." France stood, slamming his hands on the table. "You can't take that…"

Russia glanced up raising a brow slightly. "Oh? And why not?" Ever so innocently asking in that child like voice of his.

"I wont allow it… Germany… has suffered enough because of choices we have made in the last war. Let's do things correctly this time around…"

"Agreed…" England sighed, watching the proceedings with a slightly pained expression. He was hurting. They all were. This war had done a number on them all. "Russia can't take any part of Germany, however… split them. Prussia and Germany. No longer one…That way. We can avoid a third world war"

"Hey now!" Prussia growled standing as well. "This whole damn war wasn't my idea. And neither was the first one!"

"If you're splitting them apart, why can't I take what I want?" The Russian demanded ignoring Gilbert's outburst.

"Non." France said again. He leaned forward tracing a path along the map. "Start here… with Poland, like you wanted…"

Poland watched with angry emerald eyes as France cut through his country. "Like, what are you doing? You can't tare my lands apart!"

But his words were ignored…

"Instead of taking East Germany, take most of Poland, Prussia will get the rest. Czechoslovakia… and Austria…" France's finger cut through the land, coming back around. "You… can have that."

Prussia inhaled sharply at what the other was doing. It did not go unnoticed. "The remainder of Austria… can be handed to Italy or Germany…" France concluded. "How does that sound, Ivan?"

"Nein!" Prussia slammed his hands on the table. "You… you can't do that! You can't hand over Austria to him. It's not your say! Austria isn't-"

"Payback…" France said quietly using a tone the Prussian hadn't heard in decades. It was a warning. A warning for him to stay silent.

Prussia would not be silenced about this though. He growled at the Frenchman "For what! He was annexed by us. You can't punish him-"

"For starting the first war… your brother took all the blame… You said it yourself. You didn't start the first one. Just think of this. As payback. If he hadn't started the first war… this second war might not have even happened…" France tossed the albino a look. He was saving the other. Arguing was not allowed.

"France! You already punished Austria! He can't be in any more alliances. No more marrages. No more empire. He was punished too. You basically stropped him- "Prussia." France's tone was sharp. Commanding. And it surprised the other to the point where it did silence him.

Ivan slowly smiled, his violet eyes glancing at the everyone, looking at the Prussian last. He let his gaze linger for a moment before slowly looking back at the map, at the lands he would be getting. No Germany but… "Alright~ I'll take it."

"Nein!" Prussia shouted again, glaring daggers at the Frenchman. No one… no one was going to say a word… His fingers nails dug into the wooden desk, anger was slowly consuming him. He was being separated from Germany. His oldest friend and rivals being taken away. It was just…

Arthur stood, nodding some. "Alright then. So that will be that then?" He looked grim. But he wouldn't say a word about this… no one would. That's just how it was. There was no loyalty in Europe. As long as your own country was safe, you couldn't care less about someone else, unless you had something to gain.

"Ja. I agree." Germany finally spoke standing and reaching out to sign the papers.

"West… you.." Austria… Austria had been their friend at one point. They just couldn't-

"Weren't you listening?" his brother said sharply, those dark blue eyes… Prussia didn't even recognize them… they were foreign to him. "It's not Ost and Westen anymore. You are Prussia. And I am Germany. Don't call me that again."

Prussia stared at his brother wide eyed unsure if he had even heard that right. He couldn't think straight… this was just…

Roderich… and Hungary… they would…

He was losing everything… it truly felt like that.

The sheets were pushed in front of him and the Prussian slowly picked up the pen swallowing the bad taste in his mouth.

He… could go instead. Ivan wanted him. All he had to do was give himself up. If Russia wanted him, there was nothing France or England could do about it. The albino stared at the ivory sheets and dark letters. He could just…

Be Prussia again. His own flag flying high once more… Ivory and ebony with the proud black eagle. And We- Germany would be his own country… Not the big empire that he wanted, but those days were behind them now. At least Ludwig had survived.

He pressed the pen to the paper, slowly writing out his name.

This… was how Europe worked…

And after all… it was just Austria… that… stupid Priss…

As he wrote his name he could already feel the guilt coiling deep within him. Austria. Austria who turned himself over without a fight. No blood shed. That's what he wanted. He was still tired and worn from his fallen empire. And Prussia remembered the look on the other's face when they barged in and told him his choices. When Ludwig still had his sanity. It was a sad look. One that was almost asking them not to do this. Still to soon… wounds still to fresh… but he stood and went with them, demanding a piano for their home.

Those long days of Austria being a royal pain in the ass didn't last long… Soon, the fairly warm atmosphere had soured. And it became a struggle for life. Ludwig had tried to kill the Aristocrat more then once during all this. Austria had become violently ill, for reasons he couldn't fathom. What was happening on his lands to make him so sick? Then Prussia heard… and he did the only sensible thing. Tell the other. Which had been a terrible error of judgment. Camps. Hundreds of camps on the Austria's lush lands where thousands were being killed.

Roderich had confronted the German… and from there, the household was no longer safe. Gilbert had to hide the Austrian in his bedroom so he'd be safe… where they'd whisper to each other so softly they could barley understand each other. But it was to make sure Ludwig couldn't hear… 'It's okay… it'll be over soon. I got a plan to assassinate Hitler. It's going to work this time! I promise…' and now…

Prussia was signing him over to Russia…

Only for a little while… Prussia took a deep breath, dropping the pen to the table when he had finished signing. His insides churning a bit. Once things were patched up… they'd get him back…

Gilbert?"

Prussia couldn't help but wince at the sound of the voice. His long time enemy and rival. These past few years… had certainly enforced their friendship but now…

"Priss!" he said as cheerfully as he was able. Turning to see the Austrian just peeking out of the albino's bedroom. Weakly leaning against the wooden frame. "What are you doing still wearing that horrible thing? Take it off."

"W-what?" Violet eyes blinked in surprise as Prussia stepped over tugging on the band around his arm. "Oh… that… I-is it safe to take them off?" Austria had been quite defiant about the thing, but after a few bad encounters with the German about it… it was practically glued to his arm these days.

"Yep." Prussia said, dropping the nasty red cloth to the ground, making sure to step on it. "It's all over…"

"Oh good…" Austria sighed in relief. He smiled slightly, rubbing his arm where the swastika had been. "I would really like to go home… I'm not feeling well."

Gilbert gently pushed the Austrian back into the bedroom, making sure he took a seat on the bed, Gilbert sitting down beside the him. "Still not feeling well…?"

"Ja... I'm afraid so… Worse actually… this feels different. My chest has… I can't explain it… did something happen during negotiations?" Violet eyes fell on the other. "Did… some of my land get taken?" he sighed sadly at this.

"Sorta… it's more complicated then that…"

The Austrian's brow furrowed slightly, trying to process this. Prussia watched him carefully. Could he tell? Could he tell that soon he'd have nothing left? His capital, his people and land would all belong to someone else? Could he feel that change yet? The effects must be starting though. The other looked tired. Like the rest of them. But… this was different. He was paler… the ivory skin had taken a grayish tone… and those violet eyes that sparked with anger and defiance were dulled slightly. Roderich placed his hands in his lap, his eyes closing. "Something… terrible has happened."

And with that he slumped against the Prussian. Gilbert closed his eyes tight, wrapping an arm around the other. He stayed silent. Not daring to admit that he had signed the Austrian away… That France and others had chosen the Prussian over the Austrian… That he'd be leaving the lovely land locked nation of Austria, with it's mountains and rivers… for the snowy planes of Russia…

But… only for a little while… it'd only be for a little while. A year… maybe two. Tops. If Austria stayed strong he'd be fine. He'd be back before he knew it…

A/N

Ahhh... this is a twisted version of history where Austria gets sent behind the wall instead of Prussia. To make this happen I had to alter a lot of things. So please be understanding of it... It's me changing history to suit my own story needs.
I just worry I'll be ripped apart for certain things. And I certainly don't want that to happen.
Either way, I hope you enjoy.