A/N: I love this pairing so very much, which is strange 'cause I used to be so into Austria/Hungary.
It's not supposed to be sad, guys. It's Prussia.
Preussen
He was not an idiot. He was awesome, thank you very much.
Other people were idiots. They were the ones who didn't recognize him for what he was.
It wasn't like he wanted to be a country or anything, though. He had had his fun, and now he was perfectly content to let his little (lamer) brother take care of things.
No, no, it was not he who was the problem. It was she.
She could never be happy with him. That's what she had told him. She had gone off with that piano-masher and forsaken him. Gone were the days when they used to run and hunt together, gone were the days when he made fun of her for being, well, a girl.
Now, it was her defining feature, the trait that stood out the most. She was so… so girly, and it really bothered him.
But he still liked her. Maybe even a little bit more… in a different way.
It was not meant to be, of course. She had that stuffy guy and he had, well, his awesomeness. That was all. He was simply too awesome for her.
Really, sometimes it was sad being this awesome. Not that he got sad. He would never forget the one time she had found him crying. That had been… not as lame as he thought it was. Even now, he still felt the phantom press of her lips to his.
He had been embarrassed (yeah, that part was lame) but he had pressed back, and then in the next moment she was gone. He hadn't cried after that. He had nothing to be sad about.
She loved him, and that was good enough for him.
Because he loved her back.