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[APH] Sternschnuppen

Title: Sternschnuppen
Fandom: Axis Power Hetalia
Characters: Prussia (Gilbert Beilschmidt), Russia (Ivan Braginskij)
Genre: Sad, sad, sentimental (but where?)
Rating: 16 +
Warnings: Flashfic, Slices Of Life
Word Count: 400
Notes: No, that is. XD With all the time that I was suffering from "acute lack of inspiration " go back to the notes of a fanfiction I feel beautiful * Q *
1) Ohohoh. The historical period is post WWII, when Berlin was divided in two by the Wall u_u
2) Join the challenge of Fanworld.it, table " Blue Sky", prompt # 1: Expressing a desire
3) Written with the prompt snow table Celestial Weather of diecielode . Yes, I'm lazy and I did not like writing a fanfiction for each prompt of all tables that do u__u "So?
4) The title Sternschnuppen (do not ask me how to read!), According to Google Translator wise, it means Falling Stars . If I said bullshit blame Google * * points to
Prussyia Russland and are the corresponding Prussia and Russia in Russian and German, as expected u_u
5) Prussia's not my favorite character. No, not even the second or third. Indeed, even quite disagreeable. Yet I enjoy writing about him, I enjoy it too.
It is because in most cases die or anything, just his character is strange . I Immedesimarmici becomes almost impossible. __.
why I'm always insecure, when I move. If I have sinned
of OOC are authorized (and pray) to kill me.
6) I thank panda_stuck betato the fic for me! * Opens eyes *

STERNSCHNUPPEN

Snow falls silent on Berlin, wrapping his mantle cold immaculate a city that seems to stay quiet so are the streets and avenues.
not a man returns home from her children with a package under his arm, not a car through the streets of the capital, not a kid screaming protests of his friend for the snowball that hit him in the face.
Respecting the silence, even the white flakes of snow descend from heaven with discretion, leaning gently on the ground.
Prussia sits on a bench, her face tired rippled a bitter smile of self-pity. Before him the wall stands high above the gray sky clear of clouds.
I can not figure out where the concrete ends and begins the sky populated with stars invisible in the eyes of those who, like Gilbert, does not even have the strength to lift his chin.
sighs, Prussia, clutching the last cigarette remained frozen.
has no escape, in front of the wall and behind the death, but wait, almost indifferent, that the end is getting closer and closer, smiling, his face covered by her long white scarf.
"What are you doing, Prussiya ?" Murmured Russia. The supports of leather gloved hands on his shoulders, Gilbert shudders at his touch, but is not responding.
Ivan's fingers sink into the growing fabric worn the uniform of the German, who, more stuttering for fear of weakness, cold hisses, "Shut up, Russland ."
"Not until I say what you're doing. "
Prussia startled for a moment, to drop a lighted cigarette.
remains in silence staring at the muddy snow melting under her boots are damaged, then slowly raises his head to the sky above him.
A single light shines on that night alone to light up the sky.
"A shooting star. "
" Oh? "Ivan looked at him grinning.
Another moment of silence, Gilbert closes his eyes, relying, in a last gesture of exasperation and faith, the desire that has given him the shining path.

"What are you doing, Prussiya ?
Another stab of pain in his shoulders: this time Ivan has not lost in useless tricks, shook their fingers in a vise around the few bones that still whole Gilbert. This time
shatter them to him, if he hears it.
Prussia does not answer, simply squeeze and bear the pain that it is now- certainly destroy the-shoulders.
The thought that his brother, on the other side of the wall, could have expressed the same desire is enough to force him to resist.