Japan's POV
"Hallo, bro!" The albino cheered as we arrived at his house.
"Hello, Mr. Gilbert," I smile. "I am sure Mr. Ludwig has told you of our current situation?"
"Ja, all I got from zhat phone call vas, I'm going into var, vatch zhis hot girl for me."
"... That about sums it up."
"H-Hallo, Gilbert? Vas it?" (Name) shyly extends her hand to the older man.
"Hallo, mein liebling," Gilbert slung his arm around her shoulder and buried his face in her hair. "You smell even more amazing zhan mein bruder described?"
(Name) stares at him in shock. "Vhat?"
"Nozhing!"
I watch the two as they smile and laugh together. She will be ok here with Prussia; I know she will. "Well, it is time I head back to Ludwig-san's home." I slightly wave my hand and (Name) turns back to me. With her eyes full of tears, she rushed to me and reaches up, wrapping her arms around my neck. "(N-Name)...!"
"Zhank you, Kiku," she buries her face in my chest and tightens her grip on my shoulders. "I can't tell you how much I appreciate you being zhere for me."
Panicking, I look to Prussia for guidance, and he makes a motion with his hands, mouthing the words, 'hug her'. I hesitantly wrap my arms around her back, and the young girl starts to sob. "You're very welcome, (Name)."
"S-Stay safe!" She smiles. "Promise you'll come back alive!"
"I will."
"Protect Feli for me."
"I won't let anyone touch him."
"And," she averts her gaze, staring at the wooden floors. "Don't let Ludvig get hurt."
I look down, smiling the biggest smile that has ever graced my lips.
She loves him.
"I will make sure all three of us come back alive; we will come get you soon."
"D-Danke!" (Name's) voice calls as I start my walk back to Germany-san's house.
Your POV
"Vell, zhat vas heart-wrenching," Gilbert smiles as he shuts the door.
"S-Sorry," I bow my head. "I'm vorried about zhem."
As I raise my head, Gilbert looks at me sympathetically. "I know; I am too." He pats my head, and I fall into his chest. "Vhat is it, (Name)?"
"I von't be able to handle it if zhey die!" I cry, tightly gripping his shirt.
He tightly wraps me in his arms. "I know mein bruder, he von't let you down. He cares about you a lot more than he lets on." He presses his hand to my head and strokes my hair soothingly. "Believe me, I vould know."
"Huh?"
"I raised him since he vas a child. He never told me zhat he loved me, but vhenever I vas in trouble, he vould fight for me," small tears formed in the corners of his ruby red hues. "You don't know vhat it's like to lose someone over, and over, and over again; never knoving vhen zhey vill come back to you."
"But, Ludvig alvays came back, right?"
"Ja," the fragile hearted man smiled at me through his tears. "He alvays came back to me."