Scar Holder (Prussia x Reader)

Chapter 3

  You sat under a tree, sketching Gilbert. As it had turned out, he went to war. Ludwig had no choice but to go, Feli went, and so did Gilbert. He wanted to protect his brother, and that is the reason he went. You were mad at Gilbert for it, but there was nothing you could do.

  A dull pain would make itself present, each time a new scar appeared. They didn't appear too often and if you were to be honest, you welcomed the slight pain. It was your way of knowing Gilbert was still alive. It seemed to be the only thing that connected the two of you now.

  You sighed at looked at your sketch of the Prussian. It wasn't the best, obviously not all the facial features matched. But at least it was good enough that people would be able to tell who it was.

  Your hands started to shake slightly as you looked at the picture. It was a drawing of five year old you with the Prussian crouching down in front of you. The moment you first met and he told you that the first one always hurt the most.

  You tossed the sketchbook to the side, not being able to look at it. You felt empty. You needed to see the smile on the Prussian's face. The shine in his eyes whenever he was happy. You needed to see it again.

  Getting up, you decided to walk into town. You grabbed your sketchbook and put it in your bag before setting off. It wasn't really a long walk, but long enough. About thirty minutes.

  "Hey you!" Someone yelled and you looked around to see if they were talking to you. A brown haired man came marching up to you and you knew this was the man who spoke. You looked at him and rose an eyebrow.

  "Yes?" You asked looking at him uncertainly. You had never seen this man before. So why did he come up to you so urgently? You didn't know.

  "Do you know how to wrap a wound? And clean one?" He asked and you nodded. You had done it for Gilbert many times before. Even stitched some cuts that looked deep.

  He didn't say anything else just grabbed your arm and pulled you along. "Where are we going?" You asked but no answer was given. He just pulled you along, and for some reason, you let him.

  "I need you to help my sister. She was wounded in the bombing." He said as he showed you the girl. Your heart ached when you laid eyes upon her.

  "Do you have any water?" You asked and he quickly got you some. You started to clean her wounds with water and a cloth. She flinched every time you touched her, but allowed you to work. Soon enough you had her clean and dried.

  Looking around you noticed there was nothing to wrap her wounds with. So you took off your over shirt and ripped it into pieces. Using that to wrap her wounds. Once you were done you shoved the extra pieces of fabric in your bag.

  "Danke, I don't know how I could repay you." The brother said and you looked at him sadly.

  "Just take care of her. Wash her wounds every other day. Make sure you wrap her wounds in new wrapping each time. I don't need to be thanked unless she makes a full recovery..." With that you got up to leave. The siblings watching in shock.

  You headed back to the city, not at all in a big hurry. You felt a bit bad for just leaving the kid there, but there was really nothing else you could do for them. But as it turned out, the boy came running up to you and hugged you from behind. You stood there for a moment, shocked at what was happening.

  "Thank you for helping my sister." He said, you couldn't help but feel his tears sinking into the back of your under shirt. You turned to look at him and looked at his sister as well. Suddenly, your heart melted for the two.

  "Come on." You told the boy and headed back towards his sister. You knelt down without a word and picked her up. The brunette winced but again, said nothing.

  "Where are we going?" The boy asked. You looked down at him with a straight face.

  "We're going to bring you two somewhere safe." You replied. You were bringing them to Ludwig's house. He lived in the mansion not too far from here. It was on the out skirts of Berlin.

  -:- Time Skip -:-

  By the time you got there, night had fallen. You walked in, still carrying the girl. As soon as you were there you went up the stairs, putting her in one of the guest rooms. She coughed slightly but relaxed into the soft mattress.

  "Is this your house?" The brother asked and you shook your head.

  "Nein, but it belongs to a good friend of mine." You told them and he nodded. "Get some sleep kid, you're going to need it in order to look after your schwester."

  "Alright, thank you." He said and climbed into the bed beside his sister. You turned off the lights, and closed the door behind you. Going down to the kitchen you stood there, looking blankly at the wall.

  That's when you heard the first strike. It wasn't anything too clear, just the echoing bang of a bomb. Your eyes widened when you realized what had been bombed. Berlin.

  You didn't know how many had gone off as you stumbled and fell to the ground. A pain shot through your heart and tears came to your eyes. The pain you felt was Gilbert's. The pain he had, probably watching his brother fall, gasping as his heart was hit and destroyed.

  Every countries capital was where their heart lied. If it were damaged, you had to hope it wasn't beyond repair. But if it was, no one knew what happened to that country. A capital had never been that broken before. Or not that anyone knew of.

  Your back hit the counter and you sank to the floor. Curling up in a ball, you couldn't help but cry. You cried for Ludwig, and Gilbert. You cried for everyone at war, everyone in Berlin. You also cried for yourself.