1947: The Abolishment of Prussia

Upon capturing Prussia, the Allies had a dilemma. Germany had taken Russia. In Berlin, they propose a hostage exchange: Prussia for Russia.

Berlin, Germany. The capital of the Nazis. The place where so many minds had been washed into thinking that Hilter was a god. Into thinking to join the Nazi party. Into thinking that you died a martyr if you blew up with a bomb aimed at the Americans. Where so many Jews and Christians were murdered.

Now, the war had come to an end. Soldiers could finally return to their homes and family. Only this hostage exchange remained.

Britain tied Prussia's hands behind his back and held a pistol to his back. "Just in case you get any ideas," he warned.

Prussia scoffed as he was pushed forward as they walked towards the exchange point. Germany, Italy, and Japan had serious looks on their faces, while Russia stood smiling. Britain, America, China, and France also had the same serious look. Prussia smirked as they drew closer.

"Go," Britain pushed Prussia forward by himself. Prussia smiled and walked forward to the middle. Britain still held his gun at him, as he and the Allies stayed behind. But Prussia's smile faded, as he saw Russia coming towards him.

Germany nodded to Russia, and Japan let him go forward. Russia held his smile as he, too, walked towards the middle.

Prussia and Russia, upon meeting in the middle, watched each other closely, as they circled around. Prussia never turned his back on Russia, and Russia watched him closely, as well. They finally broke off as they returned to their own side.

Britain still held the gun pointing at the Axis, as China untied Russia's hands. Russia rubbed his sore wrists. America put his arm around Russia, and walked him to the black car.

"Hey, Bro-ha," Prussia began, but Germany narrowed his eyes and slanted his eyebrows at him in anger.

"You shouldn't have come back, Traitor…" Germany replied, taking out his pistol and holding it in front of him. He knew Prussia had told the Allies secrets of their homeland and the war. He knew Prussia was a Jew. How dare he show his face here!

Prussia, surprised, jumped back, a little, but too late. Germany pulled the trigger and shot Prussia in the stomach! Prussia spat out blood and dropped to his knees, before keeling over.

"GERMANY!" shouted Italy, as he started to tear.

Japan and the Allied Forces were just as surprised, as they turned around to look at who had shot the gun.

Britain yelled, "Retreat!" and they all jumped in the car, and sped away, with America driving. France almost didn't have enough time to close the door or buckle his seat belt. Tires squealed on the pavement, leaving marks.

Germany put up his pistol as Italy and Japan walked away sadly defeated. Germany walked over and glanced down at his bruder, lying still.

"Guten job," Germany smiled.

Prussia opened his eyes and smiled back, "Zey fell for it, hehehe…"

"It's unfortunate, really," Germany shook his head and closed his eyes. "Zhat ve had to fake your death…"

Prussia opened his jacket, where a pocket of face blood had been open by him when Germany fired a blank. It looked perfect. Prussia had even put a fake blood capsule in his mouth and bit it at the right moment. They all thought that Prussia had been murdered. Germany was the only one who knew the truth.

Prussia smiled, "as long as zey continue to zink zhat I'm no longer around."

Germany held out a hand and helped his bruder to his feet. "Ja," he agreed. "Your secret is safe vif me."

"See ya around, Vest," Prussia smirked.

"Ja, I look forward to zhat day," Germany shook his hand.