Russia sat at the table. His eyes were red and the stench of alcohol clung to him. He vaguely registered a blue figure standing in the doorway, hesitant to enter. He heard the figure mutter his name, and groaned in response to what he deemed to be an illusion. He reached for his vodka, however it took only a second for him to realize it was empty, and to throw it against the wall. The tears streamed freely from Russia's face, and he buried his head in his hands. Sobs mingled with footsteps as the figure stepped towards him, stopping close enough to touch. The figure lay a hand on Russia's head, soothing the cries of the nation.
"Prussia?" Russia's voice was meek and longing. He looked up in disbelief.
"Shhhhhh…" Prussia let his hand play with Russia's hair, sometimes drawing circles on his back.
"You came back?" The words came out choked, and the Russian's voice broke as the flood of tears started anew. Prussia held him close, and as the larger of the two feel a sleep, he heard a silent 'I thought I was alone.'
The former nation continued stroking Russia's head, even as his body began to fade. With the last of his strength, he placed a note into Russia's hand, and embraced his death.
"We'll always be together, even after my death. You will never be alone."
