Chapter 1
During and after the Berlin Wall, Prussia or rather Gilbert had been having doubts about his future. About what will happen after the removal of it, it being the Berlin Wall, and the worst being when it actually happens. He knew all about the plan his Germany's boss had made. And even though he was mad at his brother's boss, he never could be mad at his dearly loved little brother.
"Bruder? Bruder?! Gilbert?! GILBERT?!", his little brother, Ludwig, called out after climbing over the rubble that was the Berlin Wall. Gilbert could hear him calling out from afar. The former country just smiled, as he walked away taking his flag with him.
"Prussia?! Gilbert?! Bruder, where are you?! The wall has fell, I came to save you! BRUDER!", was all the Prussian heard as he walked away from the site.
(Later that day)
"What did you do to him, Russia?!" Germany stated, glaring at the usually smiling Russian across the desk. This time the Russian wasn't smiling at all, but was frowning deeply instead.
"Ludwig, I let him go home earlier. I don't know where he is at all." Ivan stated grimly, he sighed. "I-..." He paused and shielded his eyes with his bangs.
"What, Russia? What did you do?" Germany stated glaring at the silver-head.
Russia said nothing but kept his face hidden and slid an envelope across the desk to the German. "I-I'm sorry, Ludwig."
Germany stood from the chair he was sitting on and picked up the white envelope that had the Prussian's seal on it.
Dear Everyone,
Sorry, I know that the disappearance of the awesome me probably scared you. But I know that they planned to have me dissolved. I hope you all understand. I was gonna die or something anyway. Since it's almost the end of the Berlin Wall and the Kingdom of Prussia, I have to say goodbye. I don't care that I'm running away from my so called destined future. I won't be sold again to Russia or England, I want my freedom. I don't blame you alliance guys. I knew it'd happen one day anyways. So don't blame them, West. I really don't blame them, and you shouldn't either.
I really am gonna miss my past life as Prussia. I mean, come on, I was an awesome nation, but I guess everything has to end sometime. But, I'll still miss waking up to West's yelling. I'll miss messing with Roderich. I'll miss hanging out with Francis and Antonio. I'll miss eating pancakes with Birdie. I'll miss going out drinking with Arthur and Mathias. I'll miss Gilbird. I'll miss everyone. I'll miss falling asleep thinking that tomorrow'll be just another normal day for me. But, I guess I have to leave everything behind; my family, friends, hell I even left Gilbird. Sorry I had to leave everyone.
So for now, I'm gonna take my leave. I'll miss you all alot, really. Don't try to search for me, because I'm either underground or dead. And West, I hope you understand. I didn't want you to see me die. Es tut mir leid, mein kleiner Bruder. And, Don't forget the awesome me. Maybe, when I get myself straightened out, I'll come back one day. But really no promises. Well, goodbye or see you later.
With love,
The Former Kingdom of Prussia.
Germany stared at the letter in his hand. He was shocked to say the least. He thought that his brother was crazy but now he just wanted him back. His arm fell down to his sides in despair.
"Mein Bruder, where have you gone?" Germany didn't care he was in Russia's house, he fell to his knees.
"Germany, I'm sorry." The Russian stood up and went around the desk to the German.
Germany was quiet. Ivan put a hand on his shoulder. "It's okay to cry, Ludwig. I won't tell anyone, comrade."
The only response he got was the sound of Germany saying, "Letting others see you crying is a weakness, Ivan. Mein Bruder wouldn't want for me to be weak. He told me to never be weak. He raised me to be strong. But, no one can be strong all the time." The Russian saw the drops of water on the wooden floor and understood. Ivan sat there next to the German until this small moment of the teen's weakness was over.
(More than a 100 years later)
Gilbert looked up in the sky as water droplets covered his white locks and his pale cheeks. The dissolving of Prussia had happened. He could feel it in his bones. His end was drawing closer and closer as well. His inner strength was fading and he'd fade within maybe three years. With this thought in mind, he looked around the town he settled in. Ikebukuro, with the bustling cars, high buildings, and mostly polite people. Prussia knew Germany would have never guessed that his brother would hide in his own quiet friend, Japan. He frowned a second when he remembered his brother's bosses plan, the old coot just hated him. He didn't want to leave his brother, but he knew it was for the best he did. He tilted his head down slightly and a single tear flowed to the ground.
His thought were interrupted when a brunette man and black-haired pregnant woman walk up to him. "Excuse me. We're new to this town and my wife is 6 months pregnant. Do you know where the West Ikebukuro apartments is?" The man asked holding onto his wife's hand. "We happened to get lost. I'm sorry, it's mostly my fault. Would you please give us directions." He added.
Prussia wiped his face and smiled, "No problem. It's just around the corner, I'm staying there as well. I can show you the way."
"Thank you so much." The man said.
Gilbert smiled, "No problem. I'm Gilbert Beilschmidt. It's nice to meet you."
"I'm Kichirou, and this is my wife Namiko. It's nice to meet you Beilschmidt-san." Kichirou said shaking Gilbert's hand.
Gilbert laughed and shook his hand back. "Y'know you could call me Gilbert. I'm fine with that." Kichirou nodded as Gilbert looked at Namiko's stomach and smiled. A new life just waiting to come out, he thought. "Is it a girl or a boy?" He asked pointing at her stomach.
"It's a boy." Namiko said smiling at the man who looked happy even though he looked so sad earlier when they had walked up.
"Really? That's so awesome." Gilbert said kneeling down and looking at the lady's stomach, but noticed how weird it looked and looked bashful. "Uh, sorry. It's just awesome that in just a few months a baby's gonna be born." He stated awkwardly smiling at the couple.
"It's fine, you don't need to explain." The woman just smiled and held out a hand. Gilbert took the hand and Namiko softly pulled him closer until his head was right next to her stomach. Gilbert gasped as he felt and heard a thump against his head. "See, he knows you care about him too." Namiko giggled at the surprised childish happy expression on the man's face. Her husband smiled at the two, feeling pride in having a pretty, polite and nice wife and soon his first born son.
"What are you guys going to name him?" Gilbert asked looking up at them both.
The couple looked at each other, put a gentle hand on the woman's stomach and turned back to Prussia smiling. "Shizuo. Our little baby, Shizuo Heiwajima." They both said at the same time.
Gilbert smiled, "Shizuo..."
(3 months later)
"Just breathe, your doing great Nami-chan." Gilbert said holding onto his friend's hand as she gave birth. Kichirou was running late and Namiko had asked Gilbert to be there until her husband got there.
In the short time that the three had met, they had became the best of friends. He trusted them and they trusted him. He told them he was a foreigner from Germany and came to get away from his past. They told him their lives and told him how they met. Not only that but they accepted Gilbert for who he was, which man said man smile a lot. Gilbert loved having friends that were there for him as he could be for them. He guessed it was because of his past being a knight that he felt like that, but he accepted it.
Kichirou ran into the room, huffing and puffing. "Sorry, I'm late." He breathe out.
Gilbert looked at Kichirou and stood up. "It was about time, Kichi." He said smiling, highfiving the man and switching places with his friend. So that the man was able to comfort his wife as Gilbert stood at a far wall so he wasn't in the way and watched from there.
"Your almost there. Keep pushing!" The doctor said. And a moment later a crying could be heard. And a nurse cleaned the child, wrapped him in a blue blanket and gave him to his mother.
Gilbert smiled at the couple googling over their child. "Our dear son, Shizuo." They said at the same time.
Kichirou looked up smiling and said."Thanks, Gilbert, for being there when I wasn't." Kichirou looked at Namiko and she nodded as she got Shizuo to stop crying. Kichirou then stood up and walked over to his friend. "We have been thinking and we wanted to ask you to be our child's godfather?"
Gilbert smiled and clapped his friend in the shoulder. "Of course, I will." He said smiling. Kichirou and Namiko both smiled.
"Kichirou, can you hold Shizuo, please? I'd like to rest." Namiko said as Kichirou went to his wife's side with Gilbert right behind him. Namiko carefully gave her husband the sleeping infant. Kichirou sat on the edge of the bed with Shizuo in his hands, while talking to Gilbert about all his plans that he had in store for them four. Gilbert himself sat quietly and listened to the excited man, while every now and then giving his input on what they could do.
(two and a half years later)
Gilbert, Kichirou, and Namiko sat on a bench laughing and talking as Shizuo played in the playground. After that the four went to an ice-cream shop near-by, where all four of them would get ice-cream.
"Your growing really tall now, Shizu-chan. You never know, one day you might be taller than I am." Gilbert said smiling and ruffling the boy's hair. Shizuo would pout at the nickname his godfather gave him but would always retaliate.
"I will! I'll be taller than Uncle Gilbo, and Dad too!" Shizuo would yell childishly and the adults would smile.
The three adults had started teaching Shizuo to talk at a very young age, so he was used to speaking Japanese and occasionally Gilbert would teach him German.
"Of course you will, son." Kichirou said picking up his son and putting him on his shoulders.
This became a life style for them. Gilbert and Kichirou would work on different days, so at least one of them was with Namiko and Shizuo. It all seemed perfect, a perfect little picture. But Gilbert could feel his inner strength leaving him the past few days and he feared his end was near. But as long as he could he would be the best friend and godfather he could be, so he kept that mask of happiness in place like always.
"So where do you guys want to go now?" Namiko asked smiling as she threw away the empty paper ice-cream bowls into a trash can they had passed by.
"We should go see the firework festival ton-" Kichirou was cut off when Gilbert fell to the ground, clutching his chest and then passed out on the cold ground. "GILBERT!" Kichirou quickly gave Shizuo to Namiko and told her to call the hospital and say they'll be right there. Kichirou checked his friend's heartbeat and it was steady but his temperature was high. He carefully picked up his friend and ran to the hospital that was a block away.
Namiko went to put the bags they had bought, back at home then carried Shizuo with her to the hospital. Shizuo, himself, didn't understand and would ask his mother, " Why did Uncle Gilbert fall asleep?" Namiko would pat his head and say that he just felt dizzy and that he'd be fine. When they got to the hospital, Kichirou was outside in the waiting room waiting for them.
"What happened?" Namiko asked setting Shizuo on the ground and Kichirou knelled down and hugged his son.
"The doctor said that it wasn't anything serious but that he should stay here to see if he gets any worse." Kichirou said standing up straight, smiling. "He's awake up there now."
Shizuo perked up at that, "Can we go see Uncle Gilbert now?" he said tugging at his dad's pants. His parents just smiled and they all got into the elevator.
They stepped out of the elevator just as a teen with black hair passed by them with Gilbert's file. Kichirou and Shizuo kept walking hand in hand, not noticing the teen. But, Namiko noticed the teen and looked back. Namiko told Kichirou she'd catch up with them and turned around and followed after the black haired teen. She stopped the teen with a pull of his sleeve.
"Excuse me, but can I ask you how Gilbert is going to be? He's a dear friend of my husband and I." She said looking at the folder in his hands. "May I see that?"
The black haired teen frowned for a second then asked, " Miss, do you know Gilbert's past before coming to Japan?"
"No. He had trouble speaking about his past to us, so we didn't push him." She said doubtful.
The teen looked at her with a sad look then nodded. "Please, follow me Miss."
(With Shizuo and Kichirou)
The two walked into the room as a nurse was leaving.
"How is he?" Kichirou asked turning around to stop her.
"How about you turn around and see for your self, Kichi?" Gilbert said and Kichirou turned around to see Shizuo sitting on the edge of the bed where the man was laying and sighed. "You need to calm down, Kichi. Seriously, I'm fine." Gilbert said, but on the inside he could feel the last pieces of his nation dissolving. A day and night. That's all the time he had left. He held on tighter to the iron cross he had always kept with him.
Kichirou sighed, "You really scared us, Gil." He said smiling just as Namiko walked in. Her eyes looked sad and she went over to the bed and hugged Gilbert.
"You gave you such a big scare." She said letting him go. "Kichirou, I need to talk to you in the hall." Namiko added and he following after him.
Gilbert figured that she must have ran into a doctor earlier and he told her that Gilbert was going to die. He faked a smile for them but inside he was hurting the most of all. He knew he'd have to say goodbye again, oh how he hated that word.
"Uncle Gil, are you going to be okay?" Shizuo asked sitting crisscross on the end of the bed.
"Yeah, I'll be fine. Don't worry, Shizu-chan." He said smiling at the boy. He really was just like his father, Gilbert thought as he sat up to eat the food the nurse left him. "Hey, Shizuo. Here. " Gilbert smiled and gave him the pudding cup that was on his tray.
"But, I can't take it from you. Your sick. You should eat it." Shizuo argued but Gilbert still gave it to him.
"It's fine. My treat to my favorite godson." Gilbert said patting his head. "Oh yeah, I got something made for you too. It's in the pocket of my jacket, It's on the chair." He said pointing at his jacket.
Shizuo stood from his spot and reached in to the pocket of his godfather's jacket. He found a box and gave it to Gilbert.
"Because, I wanted to be the perfect German godfather." Gilbert said opening the box. Inside was an iron cross necklace, just like the one Gilbert had around his neck. Shizuo was surprised, he had heard that it was a special thing to Gilbert, He couldn't believe that he made one for him. Gilbert took out the necklace and put it around Shizuo's neck. "A gift from your Uncle Gilbert, don't lose it. It's one of a kind." He said smiling and opened the thin cross locket, inside the locket was an engravement of 'Sei immer du selbst'.
"What does this mean?" Shizuo asked, looking at the engraving.
Gilbert smiled and closed the locket. "Always be yourself. Remember that okay, Shizuo." Gilbert smiled and showed him the necklace one his own neck. "When ever you wear that necklace, I'll always be with you. In here." Gilbert said pointing at Shizuo's heart and Shizuo smiled. Shizuo hid the necklace in his shirt just as his parents walked into the room.
"So, what're you two talking about?" They asked with fake smiles on their faces. Gilbert and Shizuo looked at each other and laughed.

"Nothing.."
(23 years later)
"Here are the damn files you wanted." His secretary stated with scorn, the man just smiled at her.
"Thank you, Namie-chan. You could go back to work now." The informant cheerfully said, picking up the stack of manila folders.
Namie just stared at her boss, "I'm curious. Why did you want me to recover files of a teen from another country and in europe at that?" She asked placing a cup of coffee on his desk.
The informant smiled as if remembering a lost memory, "Ah, no reason. Just checking up on some family."
The secretary stared at the man but left it at that. "Whatever you say, Izaya." She stated rolling her eyes then going back to shifting through papers. "Whatever you say."
Izaya Orihara just laughed, "Your so mean to me, Namie-chan." He spinned around and faced the open window. He looked across the street where he knew a certain World Conference was taking place. His smile widening, "So mean." He whispered, watching a red-headed Italian man, a black-haired Japanese man, and a blonde German man walk out of a car in the front. The blonde gave someone something and the three started to walk to the entrance of the hotel. That was until the German turned around and started looking around as if looking for something.
The secretary just stared at his changing expressions, but scoffed it off as Izaya being well Izaya.
"I think it's would be about the time I payed a visit to mein dear bruderlien." Izaya stated his normally brownish-red eyes flashing a deep blood red. He laughed and spun back around. He smirked and jumped out of his desk chair, picking up his dear jacket that was laying on his desk on the way. He shrugged his jacket on and walked toward the door. Only to stop just a foot away from the door where he stood many times before, from the day he moved to this apartment to just this morning. His eyes followed over the door, and low and behold, hanging over his door was no other than the Prussian flag. He smirked and walked out the door.
"I am a Prussian, you know my colors? The flag floats white and black..." The informant sung in German, to the secretary's confusment. 'Why is Izaya singing about a former European nation? Oh well, I bet it's just part of his weird insane mind.' She thought to herself.