So this is my first hetalia story and it's all about Prussia! I might leave it as one chapter, but if I get enough requests to, I will make the story longer (and trust me, I can) :) Please review!
When I'm gone, I know you will forget me, but don't forget what I've done. Remember the feats I accomplished, the wars I won. Remember me not as the one who has fallen, but the one rose too high to control. Remember my flag with high regards, do not look down upon it, but instead gaze up to its might.
I herby announce, on this day, the 25 of February, 1947…
Those of you who were against me, and wished for my day to fall, I ask of you to remember my empire not as one who waged war, but one who fought for its people. I have made history, not written it. In my life, there are many things I have realized. If you realize that all things change, there is nothing you will try to hold on to. If you are not afraid of dying, there is nothing you cannot achieve.
The Kingdom of Prussia…
Do not think this is the end of my legacy, for the ones I loved, and the ones who loved me, will not let the memory of me die out easily. Do not shed tears when looking at my grave, but laugh to the skies in hope that I will hear. Do not look down on my people who are still alive, for even when I'm gone, I shall protect them.
Is officially disbanded…
Poland, Russia… I would like to inform you that I don't blame you for my death, but rather, I blame my inability to survive.
May I ask everyone to bow their heads…
Take care of my land.
And say a silent prayer over this grave, so that he may rest in peace, for he was a great man…
Treat my people well.
Goodbye…
And when the black eagle soars, I will rise again.
Gilbert Beilschmidt…