Dreamtalia- Too appealing to refuse

"Bruder-"

There was silence in the room. 

Snow was slowly falling outside, and the only thing that could be heard was Gilbert's slow breath. 

There was dead silence in the room.

Gilbert was trembling. No coat was warm enough, he felt like the three bodies beside him were making the air freeze. Like- every breath of them was cold.

But who cared? His friends were inside them. 

What could happen to them was not -his- problem...

But- he had already experienced death before. He just had to... to wait...    to  w  a      i        t

Snow was slowly falling outside. He stared at the small, soulless snowflakes. So perfect, so pure, so... white.

Small little Feliciano, so pure and so naive, the one everyone couldn't do anything but care about. And he knew it well. His brother knew it also... his bruder...

He sighed.

"Oh, little Feli, why do you keep giving us so much trouble? My brother doesn't cook pasta good enough, isn't it?~"

Gilbert ruffled the pale red-haired man's head, to comfort himself.

That silence was too disturbing for him...

He didn't have time to glance at Feliciano' s pale face

                                                                           that

                                                                                  a sick grin appeared on his lips.

"WAS!?" Gilbert jumped behind, one hand on his heart- which was beating fast- and looked behind him.

Then at his right. Roderich!? Where was his bed-?! 

In all directions. 

Black.

His hands automatically got to his eyes. Was he blind? No! It couldn't be! He stepped ahead to find a light switcher, a light, anything... anything that could make him feel less alone.

But black was deep, deeper than night. Like every kind of thing could hide there. Anyone could hide.. he definitely wasn't alone. The question was, was he with alive people... or with the dead

Eventually, he found light. Well, he was not sure if he had found it himself or the light just appeared... but all appeared white. He could still see nothing. 

  Nothing at all...

    nothing

Loneliness struck him again as he walked forward. He dragged his feet after him as he looked around. Everything weighted so much... like he couldn't walk...

At

   Left, white

   -Right, white

   --Up, white

   ---Down..

                  Something. What's that? He picked it up.

At his feet there was a paper sheet. But not just a sheet... a world map.

And there was written Prussia on it.

Gilbert instantly smiled, and started to laugh.

   "I know this is another game of you guys! You came back and took England to make a sick joke, didn't you? Fine, fine, it's ok! Now get me out of this fu--ing thing!"

    "B-but I must say the whole thing of the sleep monster was a great idea, alright? You won! I got scared at hell, Austria! And yes, Francey-pants, I would prefer to be at home drinking beer!"

The only things there were him, his map, his feet.

He looked at the map again. Yes, it was it, his country! His biggest wish, the thing he had missed more in his life... right there. He could touch the sharp paper. It wasn't old, it looked like it had just been printed. Like it was legal, it was true... Who could be the mind of such a joke?! Ivan? Alfred? Or Ludwig... my own bruder?

But in his eyes there was another question:

He threw the map down. His wish couldn't be granted! It had been said, there was no way to have his country back again... he had had to retreat... now he was alone. And with a stupid map...

He looked down.

Not only a stupid map... a million maps.

Prussia. Prussia. Prussia. Prussia. Prussia. Prussia. All at his feet, almost making a sea of paper. Prussia. Prussia. In different colors, sizes, but so many... Prussia. For all the times he had been denied. Prussia. Prussia. Prussia. All the times he had been fooled... and left... Prussia. Pru--

His eyes got filled with tears. He wanted to yell, to yell to that white! That was not a nice joke! Why was he alone?! And why that!? Why did they have to do such a thing?! Fool an already hopeless man?! What was the purpose, the meaning of such an act!!!

He wanted to yell. To scream. To let everything out.

But... as he looked up, his view radically changed.

Blue sky.

       Green hills.

                Fresh grass.

                          Soft light.

No more maps at his feet.. but people dancing. They weren't just people- they were his friends!

He looked, there was everyone... Alfred -who had a weird hat, Arthur- who was fixing his suit, Francis- who was pulling Antonio into a weird dance, then Lovino... even Roderich, Matthew, Feliciano!!!

He ran to them. They turned and smiled at him, and... they made him congrats! They said everything was alright. The scary monster was gone! And for his waiting, they had decided to give Gilbert something he really cared for... he really wanted.. his country!

Gilbert stood there, speechless, as the others started dancing around him, holding their hands, in circles.

It was so... so beautiful... it had always been his dream!

He started laughing in the middle of the circle, opened his arms, and added his voice to their ones, singing a happy song, singing his song! Loud, and clear!
His time was back!

The time of his awesomeness, the time of his happiness!

The time of not being alone!
Yes, the great Kingdom of Prussia was back!!!

They all sat at a big table, food was served to him like a real king, and nobody stopped singing, laughing, being happy! That was his return! His brother was happily eating, Feliciano was at his side, even Ivan and Feliks had a big smile on their lips for his return.

Things couldn't be better...

...when silence was made into the room. 

    "Gilbert" His brother started to speak. Gilbert looked at him, who had his usual pale face, his blonde hair perfect and a glass of wine- wine? why wine?- in his hand. "To declare it official, we want to see you on your king throne! Show us how big your power is, that Prussia is back!"

Gilbert smiled and blushed, turning back. Behind him, in an elevated position, there was a big throne made with deep black marble. And a white eagle carved on it. It was so clean it almost sparkled, in the now almost grey light that covered them like fog. It was so awesome, he thought. But he felt something weird, and turned back.

    "Why should I, bruder, when we can eat so awesomely here? I will show my awesomeness only when my stomach is full! Kesesesese!"

Gilbert started to laugh at his own joke, but nobody did. They were staring at him, with blank expressions. No smiles or sad faces.

The same, blank expression, printed on everyone's face.........

    "GilBert~" another voice, from behind, spoke to him. It was a light voice and it sounded weird... he would say, broken- "COme herE... to mE..."

He turned and looked back to his throne. Now, near it, there was a girl. He couldn't see her face as it almost was covered, but he could see the long hair and beautiful dress-- it was her! His girl!

He didn't have the strength to say her name, he just stood up from his chair and ran.

Ran to her, to his throne, to his forgotten country, to his denied being, to his dream.

Because he couldn't see that, behind him, the plants were withering... every golden leaf was breaking and falling... 

And she took his hands as he made the last step to her... Her sick smile... going closer to his lips... to give him what he could desire most... because, if he could sacrifice his country for his brother, he couldn't forget his lust for his girl... it was too much to handle... too appealing to refuse

"AAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!"

"WAS!?" Gilbert snapped his eyes open. Why was he there? Where was she!? He didn't even have the time to kiss her!

But then his eyes blinked, and... he noticed that his arms were holding just... thin air.

And Matthew was sitting on his bed, screaming, with tears in his eyes.

"Mattie! Oh, it was you! Now that you've done oversleeping, what about you cook me some pancakes? I'm hungry! Kesesese~"