Yo, guys. Newbie girl posting her first fic here!
Basically, this little drabble thing is loosely based off of the little ideas floating around my head all day of "PRUSSIA IS DYING" and "PRUSSIA IS DEAD" (which is kinda depressing seeing as I roleplay a character in a relationship with him lol) and the spirituals "I've Been in the Storm So Long" and "Soon Ah Will Be Done". If you ever have the time, listen to them. They're pretty awesome.
But anyway.
Enjoy!
It was over.
"Effective today, the twenty-fifth of February, 1947, Prussia has officially been dissolved."
The words rang throughout the room, otherwise quiet enough to hear a pin drop. Heads turned to the albino at the conference, trying to detect at least a small reaction from him.
Prussia just silently picked up the few things he carried with him and left.
It was finally over.
He was told he'd have a week.
He said his goodbyes; he took the time to call everybody. He even said something to Austria and Hungary, along with that Canadian kid who would always make him pancakes.
"I'll miss you, Prussia." Canada had said.
"Please, just call me "Gilbert" now," he replied with a weak chuckle, "After all, I'm not a nation anymore, am I? Just drop the formalities."
Gilbert could feel it. He knew that, in just a few moments, he would be no more.
He even went to confession. He told the priest everything; hell, the poor man probably didn't understand half of what he was talking about, but it didn't matter anymore.
Nothing mattered.
Savouring his last moments, he made his way to his bedroom. Complete solitude. Just what he needed.
He bowed his head, said a soft prayer, and clutched his iron cross.
"Old Fritz, I'll see you soon."