hetalia | [fanfic] German and Bulgarian

Title: German and Bulgarian
Author: kaiju_z
Character(s) or Pairing(s): Bulgaria and Germany
Rating: …pg13? (swearing)
Warnings: Well, some swearing in Bulgarian, talk about death, blah, blah
Summary: Bulgaria's uneasy over his boss's death. Germany visits.

Side note: This is my first time writing a Hetalia fic, so please don't hurt me ; w ;

With a tired hand he raised the cigarette to his lips as commotion ran around him. People going back and forth around his humble home, speaking loud, if not screaming, all worried, all panicking over something. With a flicker of a match stick, the man lit the cig in his mouth and inhaled deeply, thinking over what had transpired since he first joined the Axis Powers, up until this point in time. Thinking of the positive and negative things of this conversion on the side of the people, named by Americans, British, Chinese and others as evil. What was going through his mind when he originally chose this? Was it a last flicker of his childhood? Was it something he did on a whim? Or was it something else? Pitiful desperation perhaps?

That wouldn’t have been the first time he made a decision he later would regret. But at the time of making it, at least he had a boss, who could take care of everything for him, a multi-tasking individual if you will. Removing the cigarette from his lips, he realized that now he lacked what kept him stable. He lacked…

There was a sudden knock on the door that made him lose his trail of thought. Opening his eyes widely, he “awoke” and turned his head in the direction of the entrance of his home. Through the blurry window he could see a big shadow there, on the other end. A tall man? Visiting him at this crucial hour? Who could that be? The Bulgarian went to open the door and with the turn of the knob he “unmasked” the shadowy person. With a gasp he spoke: “Ludwig. It’s you… Wh-what are you doing here, Herr?” he asked, looking quite surprised at the German man before him. What was this foreign soldier doing at this time here, at his house?

The blond looked at the other, shorter man, carefully and quiet, from head to toe. Ludwig (yes, just “Ludwig”, since this was about all the information the blond dared tell him of himself) of the once known as “National Socialist German Workers” Party, now just “Nazi” for short, wasn’t exactly of the trusting kind and so had few people around him and even in those he had suspicions. Today he was here on his own, neither Kiku Honda nor Feliciano Vargas, his comrades from Japan and Northern Italy, were at his sides. Why that was so, he didn’t know and forgot to wonder about due to those cold blue eyes staring at him.

With a little “Heil Hitler”, the older man entered the house, hands folding over his chest. “I came here the moment I heard of what happened to your boss.” he spoke in a monotone voice, which sent chills down the Bulgarian man’s back. Was he always like this? He wasn’t sure. Even though he knew him longer, compared to the others, Feliciano and Kiku knew him better, so perhaps they knew. This was sad really. He and Ludwig went far back. They fought side by side during World War I. They were, even if only he looked at it – good friends… Oh well…

The next set of words surprised him. “I am very sorry to hear the news, have you heard what the cause was, yet?” he asked, raising a brow as he looked into the other’s eyes. A set of condolences? Well, at least Ludwig showed some compassion to his allies.

Looking to the side the shorter man sighed, nodding. “Da… I know… It came so suddenly. But I haven’t heard anything from the doctors yet.” was the reply to the question. “It’s rather strange, though. Just when things were seeming to go well, this disaster happens. I mean…” he paused to take a long sip of the cigarette. He had almost forgotten about that. And half of it was already out. Crap! After a moment he finished his sentence: “I mean, what the hell man?!” he exclaimed, displeased. “Such a hardworking man, devoted to his job and country… shit!”

Ludwig was silent for a bit when the other was expressing his unhappiness with gestures and shouting, something that seemed quite common around his household these days. But he also understood the brunet’s concern. Without a leader, his home would soon go upside down. Without a leader, Bulgaria would be like a snake without it’s head. He was about to speak, when one of the doctors came down the stairway on the far left, shouting something in Bulgarian. The two looked at him.

After a few exchanges of words, the Bulgarian turned to Ludwig. “Just got the diagnosis.” He said with an evident depressed look on his face.

“Well?” Ludwig asked, canting his head on one side, his hat almost falling off if he didn’t catch it quickly.

“Coronary thrombosis.” he said, though the reaction from the German wasn’t that of someone who understood what that was. He himself didn’t know either. But it apparently was something that could kill and claimed Boris III from the world of the living.

Ludwig leaned against the nearest wall and shook with his head. “Honestly… Did that Herr Doctor tell you what that is?” he asked, concerned of knowing what it was and how you could get it. Having a crazy boss these days, paranoia was something he easily got accustomed to bearing in his psyche.

The other shook his head. “No. He didn’t tell me. He just told me what he got and that was it. Po diavolite!” he cussed at the end in Bulgarian and leaned against the opposite wall, smoking some more, after which he tossed the dead cigarette in the small bin nearby. “What am I supposed to do now, Ludwig?” he turned to look at the blond. “What?!”

Ludwig’s eye twitched. He himself didn’t know. Didn’t care much either. But this guy before him was an ally. So he had to help out somehow, for the time being. He shrugged firstly, then he suggested: “Inspect the death more. Maybe you could find something else? A man, such as the one you praise so much, couldn’t have possibly died from a mere disease, ja? Find evidence for the cause of death and then act on it responsibly.” Encouraging words. What was Ludwig getting at, though? Could there be something else that the doctors weren’t telling? Was it really just this or was there more?

After some contemplation the Bulgarian nodded. “Yeah. That sounds like a good course of action. Thank you, Ludwig.” He tried to smile as he said that, but he didn’t feel much like smiling after what had happened to his leader.

“Don’t mention it. Ever.” came the reply. “Anyways… I must go now. There are still some errands I must do on behalf of my boss.” Ludwig added as he turned for the door. Before leaving, he turned to look at his comrade. “Keep your eyes open and get a new leader soon. A blind deer is an easy target for a pack of wolves. Remember that.”

And with that said, the German soldier left the house, headed for his next destination.

The other man stood still, looking quietly at the door, not even a word leaving his lips. Little did he know that indeed it was indeed coronary thrombosis that was the cause of King Borris the 3rd’s death. Little did he also know of what was yet to happen during this crazy second World War.