I was at my peak. I was strong, I was powerful, and I was invincible. At least, I thought I was. Russia and I were at war, fighting to the death. My boss had gotten greedy, wanting to take over Russia. I remember the argument we had clearly in my head.

"We can't take over Russia. All who have tried have never succeeded!" I had shouted. Of course, being Prussian, this man would not hear of it. He was power hungry and he was blood thirsty.

"Are you defying me, Gilbert?" he asked angrily, not even bothering to turn to look at me.

All I could do was sigh and agree to this war, knowing this would be the end.

And here I was, fighting against Russia, losing terribly. "You going to give up yet?" Russia asked, holding his water pipe firmly in his hand. "I am sick of playing this game, you know. Just surrender so I can add you to my collection."

I narrowed my eyes at him. "I'm not going to give up that easily!" I shouted at him, wiping the blood away from my eyes. "If I'm going to fight this, I'm going to fight until I win or die." The scene around us was cold and depressing. The snow on the ground was flecked with specks of blood, my blood. More snow was falling now to cover it up.

"Have it your way, then." Russia said with a sigh, lifting his pipe over his head. "I really wanted to bring you home in mint condition, da?" As he said this, the pipe came down on my shoulder as I went to reach for my sword again. I shakily got a hold of it, but I was too cold to get a get grip. As I swung it towards him, I felt it slip and fly away from us. I looked up helplessly as Russia smiled his creepy smile. "Ah, I see you're done playing, da? Let's get this over with, then."

He pushed me to the snow covered ground and made a hit directly to my head. I felt my eyes water and I looked up at him again. Russia continued to speak. "As of this moment, Prussia is now Russia's territory, and is no longer Prussia. You are no longer a country, Gilbert. You are now my play thing. Even if you had beaten me, most of your citizens are dead. So is your leader. You have nothing now." I saw Russia's lips continue to move, but I fell back in the snow. I was in too much pain to sit up anymore. As I lay there, I felt tears escape the corner of my eyes. He was right. I had nothing anymore. I had absolutely nothing to live for anymore.

I heard crunch footsteps as someone else approached. The figure loomed over me and I realized it was England. "England, please… Help me." I choked out. England gave an odd smile and shook his head.

"Don't you see, Gilbert? You're no longer one of us. In fact, you never were one of us. I'm sure everyone will be thrilled to hear you're finally dissolved."

"That's a fucking lie!" I shouted, attempting to sit up. England pushed me back down with his foot. "Hungary… West… Italy… They liked me! They'll fight for me! They'll save me, you'll see!"

England laughed darkly. "Sure they will. Let me ask you this, though. If they like you so much, where are they now?"