EINSAMKEIT

Unlike my sister, I tend to think "what if" with certain stories more frequently. Unlike my sister, I don't engage in yaoi… Although I accept it because she writes it herself and because I had my own experiences that might make one refer to me as an "uke" in the yaoi terms at least… However, this isn't about nonsensical chatter about my likes and dislikes. This story is about out favorite Germans: Germany and Prussia.

This is my theories mixed with my sister's about how Holy Roman Empire may have grown up to be Germany. First I will present the actual story and have the explanations come up in the middle of each chapter (such as if there are 2 chapters in the story, my explanations will be in between those two chapters so the reader can keep track of what I'm presenting. All right, enough jabberwocky.

Chapter 1: Das Finden derJungen (Finding the Boy)

-Prussia's Point of View-

It was a long battle, most of my comrades died. Their corpses littered the battlefield. I only remained because I was an immortal country, born from the hopes and dreams of my people. Until the day my nation dies, I will continue to live. However, while I was walking to the small grave yard with swords standing in the place of headstones, I found a small child.

The child was barely breathing; his clothes were black and white, but tattered. How could he survive in this condition? The child had blonde hair and blue eyes. He sighed, struggling to breath. So I picked up the child out of pity and some guilt. How could I have involved this small boy in this bloodshed? He rested his head on my shoulders, he was whispering something, however he was so frail I couldn't hear his almost desperate words.

"You've been through a lot. I can tell." I held onto the child. Even though I didn't know who or what he was, I found myself immediately captivated and feeling responsible for this one. He was breathing normally once again, grasping my uniform.

"Warum hast du mich retten?" This kid could speak my language. I noticed his wounds recovering, but I doubt this one could actually be a country. How could this small child go through so much war and bloodshed? Surely he couldn't be a country. Either way I found myself attached to this child, holding him in the middle of a make-shift graveyard with corpses in all directions.

"Why don't I take you to live with me? You could use the help."

"Nein." This child wanted so desperately to be strong he jumped out of my arms, falling to the ground, but scraping his knees in the process. He managed to stand up, the poor child still had something to fight for. However, he didn't want me to be apart of it. No. This child was much too prideful, too determined for me to stop him.

"You can't do it alone." I watched him walk away for the first ten steps, he was fine. He was just a child walking home (wherever that might've been). However on the eleventh he stopped, falling to the ground and coughing, his clothes and face getting dirty. I ran to him, noticing the blood pouring out of his mouth. "I told you, you can't do it alone!"

"I'm all right." The child said, looking directly at me. Despite his resistance I picked him up and held him in my arms, the softness and the warmth from this boy gave me a feeling I've never experienced before. This new rush of emotion when I saw him cough up blood, when I picked him up and told him he couldn't do it alone; the feeling is new to me, difficult to understand; however it's a nice feeling I believe everyone should feel.

Although when I held him closer he let out a small gasp and stopped moving. I vowed to myself that human or country, I had to save this child. I would raise him as my own and protect him for as long as I live. That's what I wanted, too overwhelmed by my new feelings to think logically about caring for a child. That's right. I want to raise this one, I'm going to take care of him.

For him to have survived this long, this child is strong.

For him to still walk even though he was obviously weak proved he was determined.

For this child to faint in the middle of a graveyard proves he can't fight alone.

That's why I'm going to assist this child.

I'll raise him,

Take care of him,

I'll be the one,

I'll carry him and support him through his sorrow.

This child… If he should be a country… I'll call him Germany. He can be my brother.