Unloved...
There's not a person that is completely unloved like myself…
I am not loved…
Not anyone from the days of USSR...
Not my big frail sister, who tries to make me happy but I always scare her away...
Not my strong big brother, the one who I admire the most and cherish with my life...
I scared off the only man that ever looked at me romantically... He was so sweet, and I just broke his fingers…
America may be my ally, but he never talks to me. While he may be an annoying bastard at time, it would be nice to just be near someone…
No one likes to be near me...
I feel broken and useless...
There has never a broken nation like myself...
Except for the one person I would give anything if he'd just notice me. I admire him so much.
Prussia.
After he was abolished, he came to live in our house with Russia constantly looking at him with a satisfied smile, like he enjoyed seeing him suffer. And he did suffer. The first few days, Prussia didn't smile or curse or make remarks that Russia set him up for. He usually just stared out the window like he was waiting for something. Maybe to disappear like most fallen nations did…
But then something snapped, I suppose. The next morning when Russia greeted the fallen one, Prussia just smirked and flipped big brother off. He was himself. Despite being abolished, he gave off an aura that was like he would always be there like us…
Somehow, he makes himself stay here on Earth. He was strong. He broke free from my brother and went to his own, who was very relieved to see him again…
The two brothers had embraced along with the people reuniting with their families. I almost cried when I saw the two Germans. My brother hasn't embraced me even close to that in a long time.
I see how he acts around everyone. He's a complete jackass at times. He isn't the quietest one. He doesn't keep to himself. Yet…he's loved dearly… You can by the way the other nations look at him… His brother cherishes… He has friends that adore him…
How does he do it?
And why can't I?