A/N: Jelly all you people! This is, as you can tell, a Germancest one-shot. I'm dedicating this to one of my bestest buddies EVER: Jupine. :3 This is an attempt to make her feel better because SOMEONE gave her depressing images, and she's been drowning in feels... I have not found out who, but I shall, and I shall hunt them down. And it ain't really gonna be pretty... You mess with any of my buddies, you shan't, and I repeat: You shan't EVER see the moon again. And to all ya'll who rudely, freakin' criticize and tell people that their ships suck, FUCK OFF. You have no goddamn right to tell them that, everyone's different, everyone has their opinions. How would you feel if someone did that to you? Not so pleasant, huh? If you don't like Germancest, don't read, don't bug me or any of my friends about it, and you'll live. Got it? Okay! Apologies for everyone who isn't like that, btw. :3 Okay, I just had to say all this! ON WITH DA SHOW! :D

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Icy blue orbs stared at the piece of paper beckoning the German to complete it. A pen was gripped firmly in his hand, but was not creating elegant characters as they were supposed to do.

Damn! He just couldn't concentrate right now, not with Gilbert out of the house doing who knows what. Ludwig hoped that his brother was alright, but a feeling of angst he had, told him otherwise.

Just as he was about to reach for the midnight telephone on his desk, the front door creaked open quietly. Not quietly enough though, because the German was still able to detect it.

It must be Gilbert, Ludwig thought as he got up from his chair. Although, if it wasn't, the man had a gun in his belt, and there'd be holes through the intruder.

"Bruder?" Germany froze in his tracks as he went to the living room, and saw his lover half-way up the stairs, leading to the third story of the house.

What he saw, should've surprised him, but it didn't.

Gilbert was a bloody mess, no, mess didn't describe his condition accurately enough. Crimson liquid stained the pale white skin, and dark uniform of the albino; his uniform itself was shredded into pieces, and there were deep cuts, scratches, and bruises littering his face, arms, and legs. Surely, there'd be more of those wounds on his torso as well.

Prussia whistled innocently. "Oh, hey, West! What are you doing home so early?" Dammit! He'd been caught!

The blonde face-palmed, and had an aggravated expression etched into his face. "I was here all day, Bruder. I didn't go anywhere. Now tell me, what the hell happened to you?"

"I just got into a little skirmish, that's all. You don't need to worry about the awesome me!" He stated, pride dripping from his voice.

"It looks like more happened than a little skirmish." Germany marched over and suddenly scooped his lover up bridal style, and started up the stairs.

"W-West?! T-the awesome me can carry myself!" In vain, the Prussian wriggled and squirmed in an attempt to get out of his younger brother's iron, yet feathery grip. A faint rose painted the parts of his cheeks that weren't stained with red.

"Nein, you can't, so shut up, Bruder."

How embarrassing, Gilbert thought, and continued to struggle until they reached the Prussian's room.

Ludwig settled his older brother down on the bed gingerly, and went out into the hall to search for medical supplies in the closet. He returned in a matter of a few moments, and settled down next to Gilbert.

"They started it," the Prussian suddenly whined.

"If they started it, you could've walked away or called me," Germany said as he tenderly began to cleanse Prussia's wounds with small, snowy puffs of cotton.

The latter scoffed, "As if I had time to call you, or they would let me walk away!" He winced as his lover dabbed at a deep cut on his arm with a blood-caked cotton ball.

"Go into a store and call me there then. There usually aren't fights in a store," the German countered.

"I'm sure they wouldn't fight in a store," sarcasm dripped from the albino's voice.

"You're going to tell me who they are and what they look like later." It was more of an order from a general, than a statement from a brother.

"Nein! I don't want you to get hurt, West. That would hurt the awesome me more than any physical wounds," Prussia protested.

Germany knew that his older brother was worried about him, but he could take care of himself. He wouldn't get hurt so easily, he wouldn't die. If anyone raised a damn finger at Gilbert, they'd be the ones dead. No one touched his brother but him.

"I'm not going to get hurt so easily, Gilbert." At this point, he was done cleansing the albino, and was now wrapping up the wounds with linen.

"But there's always a possibility! Please West, don't," Prussia pushed all his pride aside with great difficulty, and pleaded.

This would be one of the only times that the German would ever give up easily. The pleading of his lover hurt him; it felt like a dagger was wedged in his heart and turned a little. That most certainly did not fit the Prussian's personality, and adding those two ruby puppy-dog eyes, equaled death.

"Fine, I won't," Germany exhaled a deep breath that turned into a sigh.

"Yes! Danke, West!" The older of the two males suddenly embraced the younger in triumph. "Ich liebe dich!"

"Bruder!" Germany exclaimed, annoyed. "Let me finish wrapping up your wounds first!"

The signature smirk of the Prussian spread across his face. "Not until you tell the awesome me what the awesome me wants to hear first~"

"You need to be wrapped up first, Gilbert."

"Nein! Tell me what I wanna hear first!"

This albino Prussian was probably one of the most stubborn people in this entire universe!

"Fine. Ich liebe dich auch. Happy now?"

"Yep!"

"Good. Now hold still while I finish with your wounds," the German began finishing up on the injuries.

"Kay!"

Once he was done, and Germany put everything back in their proper places, just as he was about to go back to work downstairs, Prussia called him, "Hey West! Could you come here?"

Another sigh left the German, and he back-tracked to Prussia's room. "What is it, Bruder?"

"Could you sleep with the awesome me?"

There was no point in arguing; Prussia would win anyway. Plus, Germany was exasperated from working for x number of days straight. Today, and probably for the next few days, he'd be getting a good break.

"Ja, sure, why not?" Ludwig settled down on the bed next to Gilbert, and pulled him into a tight embrace, careful of the injuries.

Prussia snuggled into his lover, absorbing the warmth, love, shelter, and comfort that Germany provided. He quickly came under the trance of drowsiness, but before he fell asleep, he mumbled, "Ich liebe dich, West, immer."

"Ich liebe dich, Bruder, immer," Germany repeated, and planted a brief kiss on a slumbering Prussia's lips.

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Aww! That was so CUTEEEE~ :D Hopefully, this cheered you up, Prussia (Jupine)! :3 I know it did for me! :3 GERMANCEST BE MY SECOND OTP! RIGHT AFTER SPAMANO! YAAAY! I hope you enjoyed it, Prushy~ :3 Ik houd van u, zus!

~Japan/Wolfie/YHL