You felt a comforting warmth on your bare skin, and heard soft breathing above you. Opening your eyes, you yawned and stretched, taking care not to wake your companion. You slowly slid out from under the down comforter, and sat drinking in the sight of the man next to you. The lean yet toned frame, the smooth pale skin, the snowy white hair.....it all would be gone in a matter of hours. You sighed, brushing the Prussian's forehead with a kiss as you whispered, "I wish you didn't have to go back to the war."
Sighing once more, you got up and stepped into the clothes you'd lain out on the side table the night before.
"So do I, meine liebe," Gilbert mumbled, his deep German accent setting your heart aflutter. You turned, and your [e/c] eyes met his crimson ones as he blinked up at you.
"Then don't go," you said simply, putting on your best pout. You knew you were being childish, but you hated it when he left. The two of you had been together for just over two years now, but the war had kept him away most of the time. Yesterday had been one of the few days he'd been able to drop back home to see you. And as much as the two of you loved each other, you tried not to have these days too often, seeing as Ludwig had to keep an eye on things for both himself and Gilbert when you did.
"[y/n]...." He sighed, getting up and wrapping his arms around your waist. "You know I have to. Mein bruder needs me out there, fighting alongside him. He can't win this war alone."
"I know, Gil...I just...I miss you. A lot. And I worry about you out there."
"You don't need to worry about the awesome me~ I'll be fine! After all, I am the great Prussia, ja?"
"Ja..." You let him ruffle your hair affectionately before he walked off to get dressed, but you both knew he'd only been trying to comfort you. Prussia had gradually been worsening in it's state since the start of the war, and Gilbert-- being the personification of said nation-- had been growing weaker as well. You could see the pain and fatigue show in his eyes when he thought you weren't looking. Previously simple things, like you playfully punching his arm, or your childish pillow fights with him, would sometimes cause him to cringe or flinch. You could swear that every time you saw him he had more scars...and the day before when he came home you had to patch up a long gash in one of his arms.
You hated this war with every fiber of your being. The Beilschmidt brothers did, too; but Ludwig's boss was a Miststück, so he had no choice in the matter, and Gilbert felt a responsibility to help out his little brother.....leaving you alone, in the house the three of you shared.
Every day that Gil came home was the best of your life, and you were so relieved to see him. But you dreaded it whenever he went back, because you always wondered which goodbye would be the last....