So, it looks like I won't be able to update Mirror Mirror for a while. I'm drowning in schoolwork at the moment and have just taken a break to post this. I actually wrote this several months ago and just stumbled across it while taking a short break from homework. I hope you all enjoy it.
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia.
Prussia stepped out into the night. He could see the door knob through his hand as he pulled it closed. It was finally happening. Despite his best efforts, the world was starting to forget him. Gilbird chirped from the nest it had made in his hair. He picked the chick out of his hair and held it in his hand. With a sad smile he noticed that his dear pet was also translucent. Gilbird was fading with him. Prussia knew that the world just couldn't handle his awesomeness any longer.
"West," he muttered.
Yes, that was why he was leaving tonight, with the moon so bright in the sky. His own brother hadn't been able to see him today. That's what had killed him. They were in some nation's capital for a G8 meeting, one that he couldn't remember for the life of him. He knew he should and that it was important, but his head had been feeling fuzzy for the past few days.
He wandered into a beautiful park and sat on the first bench that he found. The part of the city he was in was silent and peaceful. Yes, if he were to die away from home, he could pick a worse place, he supposed. He didn't hear the soft footsteps behind him until a hand brushed against his shoulder. Prussia turned to find a nation that was more firmly rooted in life than he was, but not by much. In his arms, a small, white bear lay fast asleep.
"Too late, kid," Prussia said quietly. "I'm gone. The world has forgotten me. I think this is my last night."
"Would you like me to stay with you until the end, Prussia?" Came the soft reply.
Prussia opened his mouth to say no, but thought better of it. "I think that would be just awesome."
They sat there in silence. The hot night air was silent and heavy with the promise of rain to come. He felt tired and leaned slightly against the warm body beside him. If the other nation noticed, he didn't protest. Prussia took a deep breath and allowed the familiar scent of sweet maple to flood his nostrils. Hours passed and they sat together, breathing in unison.
"Birdie?" The sun was coming over the horizon. Prussia was sure that if he looked down, he would just see the empty wooden slats of the park bench. He could literally feel his ability to exert his influence over his surroundings fading by the moment.
"Yes, Gil?" It was amazing that the other nation could still hear him.
"You're awesome, and don't let anyone ever tell you otherwise."
With all the strength of his fading existence, he squeezed the hand of the young man beside him. The last thing Prussia saw was the other nation's smile and glistening eyes. The last thing he heard was a soft farewell, devoted to his awesomeness. And wasn't that all he had ever wanted?
Thoughts?