It wasn't even that bright out. Actually, it was red.

Smoke clouds and fires blotted out the evening sun. I guess it was my sensitive eyes that made me squint like this. Why me? Why awesome me? I was so strong before, as the Teutonic Knights, taking over everyone's vital regions.

Except now. These fools are going to take mine. Had I been as healthy as I was before this dumb war, I would have beat them to a pulp. But I had been taken over, bossed around, and beaten myself.

America stood over me, his face serious. I glared angrily into his eyes, secretly scared about what my fate was. How could I end up in the mercy of such a young nation? England strode up to him, put his hand on his shoulder and looked down at me. Like I was a piece of trash.

But I'm not. I'm Prussia. I'm awesome. I can't let my past die! I can't let myself die! I'm---

My bird chirped sadly. I cupped him in my hands and looked back up at the two Allies. This was more important. Sucks to put my fate into these idiots' hands.

"What are we going to do with him?"

America paused before answering. His eyes never flickered from their emotionless glare.

"Let him die. We'll split him up later."

How bluntly he said that. As if he were talking about the weather.

Anger bubbled up in me.

"One less threat, isn't it!? You KNOW I can destroy you; that I can take you over in a second. You would destroy one of the most historical, one of the most AWESOME countries just to save your own vital regions!!!."

His eyes squinted slightly at that. I was breathing heavily, not just from my anger but from my weakness. The rest of the Allies came up, like obedient robots and stood next to America, who bent down and smugly said, "Survival of the fittest. You of all people should know that."

What a horrible truth. Is this how everybody else felt? Realization hit me at that moment. So did a sharp pain in my abdomen. I groaned and clutched my stomach. This really was the end of me. All my history. My wonderful diaries, exciting adventures.

I was so full of vigor then! I believed that nothing could stop me! I have ignorantly blasted my way forwards headfirst just to prove that I was the better nation. Tears rolled down my cheeks as I laughed at my own futile situation. Here I was, the world's most excited, hyper, and ambitious nations, dying to prove myself in a war that ended up killing me.

Nobody would remember me. I had lasted for so long; these buffoons would make sure the newest generation would hear my name and think nothing of it. I would simply be split up, my body territory. I would only be known as the country with one letter more than Russia. Everything forgotten.

Because the "heroes" decided to do away with one enemy, and gaining favor from whoever the hell is receiving my vital regions, like a present someone gives their lover after an argument. In the name of all that is good. Of the future. Of moving on.

I looked around me at all the blank stares and returned each of them. I put my bird on my head, who chirped weakly. Said action alone depleted almost all of my energy. I pet him one last time and shushed him.

At the Allies I said, "You will never forget this. I may be gone now, but it will be on your conscience forevermore that you ruined one of the most influential nations to save your own asses."

At that, I closed my eyes, sighed, and let the coldness that I had been fighting off since I hit the ground consume me. Goodbye Roderich, who even though I constantly tortured I actually cared about. Eliziabeta, who I have considered my funnest rival since our childhood. Ludwig. Sorry that I've been a horrid brother. That I've concealed so many things from you… I winced at the physical and emotional pain.

This really was the end of me.

I never thought I would die.

At least not like this.

My last breath tasted like ash and death.

Nothing like home.

Old man Fritz, why did you fail me?