Falke- Yeah I took a bit to upload this, oh well. Last part of this one. Enjoy I suppose.

Ludwig- I despise Russia.

Gilbert- I hate him more.

America- I'm the hero and prevented a nuclear war! Also GermanBros24 doesn't own Hetalia.

Chapter 3

The snow blew harshly chilling Ludwig. He was standing in knee deep snow at the ruins of a part of the Berlin Wall. Waiting, for his brother. Who hadn't shown up.

Ludwig was worried and clutching his Iron Cross tightly. His brother had given it to him, a very long time ago. But it still shown like it was new. And the engraving on the back was as clear as the day he had gotten it.

What was that saying of Gil's? About the Cross… Ludwig wondered

Then he remembered and he heard Gilbert's voice

"If you need strength look to your Cross, if I do I'll look to mine."

Ludwig returned the Cross to under his shirt and pushed through the snow. He'd find Gilbert.

About ten miles from the wall Gil lay on the ground. Blood stained the snow around him. He hacked again, more blood spattering the ground.

Snow was starting to cover him. He looked over in the direction of the wall and tears spilled from his eyes.

"B-bruder." he called weakly

He was dressed to light for the cold. He had been lying to still too long. But his leg was broken, Russia had broken it.

His fingers were frozen but he fumbled and drew out his Cross.

"I look to you for strength bruder." he whispered holding it tight and close to his heart.

He coughed again, pain blinding him for the moment. He screamed hoarsely and trembled. He wanted to die already.

But he couldn't… no one would be there for Ludwig then.

He shook the snow that had landed on him and tried to stand and drag himself as he had earlier, but he fell to the ground with a scream and more pain.

He didn't want to get back up. He held the Cross again, looking at the back. Where in a fancy script 'Luddy' was lettered. Gilbert cracked a smile with his blood stained lips, remembering the Christmas when Ludwig gave this to him. Ludwig had taken the Cross from Gilbert and had gotten in engraved then gave it back to Gilbert the next day.

Gilbert held the Cross over his heart.

"If I die bruder, I die with you close to my heart." he choked out before another coughing fit seized him.

Ludwig was currently fighting against the snow and wind screaming his brother's name.

He held his Cross in his hand over his heart. "Bruder I will find you!" he yelled to the screaming wind

Gilbert thought he heard something but figured it was the wind.

He coughed, pain flashed through him, blood stained the snow.

"So this is how I die?" Gil whispered looking up at the white sky.

His grip loosened on the Cross in his hand. The snow was falling thick. He'd be covered soon. Ludwig wouldn't find him. He would die alone.

He started slipping then. His hand slid from his chest, he couldn't feel his heart beat anymore. He was slipping to light, warmth. He raised the Cross to his bloody lips and kissed it. Before his hand fell.

"I give you strength Luddy." he said before the dark took him

Ludwig screamed himself hoarse. He cried too in desperation the tears freezing on his face.

But that's when he saw it. Blood, he rushed to it and saw a pale hand and more blood.

Ludwig dug at the snow, revealing his brother.

"G-Gil?" he stammered

He wasn't answered.

He tore Gil from the snow and dragged his older but smaller brother into his lap and wrapped his coat around his brother.

Gil's Iron Cross fell from his hand.

Ludwig grabbed it and put it around Gil's neck.

Ludwig took his and put it on Gil too.

"You have all your strength and all mine. Stay with my Gil, stay here." Ludwig choked.

He stood, with Gil wrapped in his coat and in his arms and he ran to the hole in the wall, ran past the people there, and into their home.

Ludwig put Gilbert on the couch in front of the fireplace under five different blankets and cranked the heat up. Then he sat by Gilbert.

Gil was warm, was he dead? Because if he was, it was really warm. He smelled wood. Was he in hell?

Gilbert's eyes opened and the first thing he saw was Ludwig.

"L-Luddy?" he asked weakly

Ludwig dropped to his knees and looked at Gilbert.

"Hey Gilbo." Ludwig said softly

Gilbert threw some blankets off.

"You trying to roast me?" Gilbert asked smiling

"No I was trying to keep you from dying." Ludwig answered

"And you did a fine job." Gil said

Gilbert looked at Ludwig "Where's your Cross bruder?" Gil asked

"On you." Ludwig answered

Gilbert sat up and pulled the two Cross out.

"Why do I have yours?" Gilbert asked

"You needed the strength." Ludwig responded

Gilbert smiled "So you remember that old quote?"

"I do." Ludwig said

Gilbert pulled off Ludwig's Cross handing I back to him.

"Here bruder, take it back now." Gilbert said

Ludwig took in and held it close to his heart.

"With pride and pleasure, mein bruder."

Gil smiled. "I'm glad you found me bruder, I wouldn't have made it if you didn't."

"I wouldn't have found you, without the strength of the Cross."

"Oh the tales these Crosses could tell." said Gil

"The tales they do tell." Ludwig said

Falke- And there ends the Tale of the Iron Cross. Sucked eh? Well I got the idea running suicides in track so what do you expect? Nothing good. Care to review?