Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia in anyway. The only things I own are my own OCs.

A/N: This is my first attempt to write a Hetalia fanfiction so please go easy on me. I have absolutely no experience writing for this fandom. Anyway read and review. Enjoy!

The Light in Prussia's Darken Life

Scarlet red eyes watched the progression solemnly. The sudden salutes from the German soldiers to their leader, right arm straight out toward the sky and a united cry. Those same eyes glanced at the blonde soldier that stood to his left side. His icy blue eyes focused on his leader, as said leader, spoke to his men. The coldness from those blue eyes frozen over stabbed at the heart. What had happened to that young boy that he raised? Where was the love under all of that ice? Scarlet eyes closed briefly before returning focus to the army. As the leader dismissed them, the scarlet eyed man turned on his heels and walked off. The 'leader' did not tolerate his presence as much as the presence of the soldier that stood to his left.

He walked through Berlin quietly while watching as people cheered around him. Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw a pair of sea green staring at him. He quickly snapped his head to that direction and saw the owner of said eyes fleeing. He felt compelled to chase after the person. The eyes had been familiar, something he had seen centuries ago. Memories that he had hid from everyone since they were fleeting. Memories that even he could barely recall; his mind had become fuzzy as of late. He suppose it was from the war. He saw caught up with the figure and grabbed the figure's gloved hand strongly. The figure struggled to keep its balance. He spun the figure around harshly. The hood fell off and revealed long silvery light blue and green hair with a hint of golden brown strands. His scarlet eyes staring into the depths of those sea green eyes. He realized the figure's pale complexion. His eyes widened in surprise at the fragile looking woman that was stuck in his strong grip. She merely stared back at him. She looked no more than twenty.

"You…." He whispered softly as his voiced failed him. She brought a gloved hand to his hand and gently removed it. She held onto his hand calmly. He stood unsure of what to do. Her hand was so warm compared to his frozen ones.

"It has been a long time since we last spoke." Her voice was so quiet that he barely heard it. It was soft and gentle. "Shall we get out of the cold and talk somewhere warm?" He couldn't even nod in reply as she began walking with her hand still on his. The two of them walked into a small café and sat down. He crossed his legs as he sat across from her. She ordered two hot waters before turning her attention to the man next to her. "You've changed since I last saw you, Prussia."

"War changes people," was his simple reply. She smiled sadly as the waiter brought her the two cups of hot water. She thanked him and pulled out two small packages. She put a package into each cup and mixed it with a spoon. "Why?" came out before he could even control his lips. Her sea green eyes connected with his scarlet eyes.

"Why I'm here? Or did you mean to ask why war changes people?" Her intense eyes never broke the contact. "You are hurting, Prussia. I know you and I know what is happening."

"I'm too awesome to be doing something as unawesome as feeling hurt." Prussia hissed irritated that she would suggest such a thing. She glanced down at the cup at her hand. She slid it over to him and took the second one on her right. She looked at her reflection as a silence descended on them. He suddenly broke the heavy silence. "Hey, is that what I think…." He leaned over the table and picked up her gloved hand. She blinked slowly and peeked up at him questioningly. Prussia gently removed her glove and blinked at the sight. Her entire hand was covered in bandages it even went pass her wrist and into her coat sleeves. He did the same thing to her other hand; it was in the same condition. He gently put her hands down. He took a sip of the drink and felt a strange warmth spread through his body.

"They're from…" she hesitated, "they're from the war and the damages affecting nature." Her eyes were darkened. "This is the first time I've been away from my home in decades. It's nice being able to walk again. Took me a few weeks to get used to it again."

"We're the reason that you're in that condition, Demetria." Prussia stated quietly.

"It can't be helped; I'm the personification of Mother Earth and all of Nature." Demetria replied understandingly. She reached out to touch his hand. He flinched and snatched it away from her. "Prussia, please let me help you."

"I'm going to die." Demetria looked at him worryingly. Prussia's scarlet eyes met her sea green eyes.

"What makes you say that?"

"…"

"Prussia?" He looked away and took in his surroundings for the first time since entering. There were very few people inside the café. There was a tired atmosphere that engulfed the room.

"Why do you always make the awesome me do this?"

"Your awesome mask, please drop it." Demetria stated with a gentle calm. Prussia glanced over at her again. Her eyes hid no lies and he suddenly felt the warmth of being loved. He felt comfort in her and started spilling his thoughts even before he could stop himself.

"I've told West to not trust this new leader of ours before this war begun. He merely brushed me off believing in that madman's words. Now however, he no longer seems to listen to my words and advice anymore. I'm no longer that brother that he used to see. I…did I mess up somewhere during his upbringing? I made him that way didn't I?" Prussia questioned confused and worried.

"I don't think you did, Prussia. I believe you did a wonderful job at raising him."

"How would you know?" Prussia questioned angrily. Demetria's calm demeanor just made him angrier. "You…" Demetria interrupted him.

"Your anger has clouded your thoughts. I know because I am who I am. I keep tabs on all of you nations. I've personally kept an eye on you since I first met you back when you were just a small boy fighting in the Holy Land. My dear Prussia, I know of what you've done for your brother. I know what you've given up for him as well. I can only give you advice for now; no matter what happens in the future, stay true to your heart and allow it to guide you. I know it sounds difficult but if you have to do anything, do it for your brother's sake." Demetria stated gently. Her eyes were intense with kindness and motherly concern. Prussia sighed softly to himself and grinned his usual grin.

"I can't believe you. This is the first time the awesome me has seen you in ages and the first thing you decide to do is give me an unawesomely conversation on how unawesome I'm being." Prussia retorted smirking. Demetria smiled gently and warmly.

"I can't help it. It's in my motherly nature to help, even if I pushed it a bit too far." Demetria said blushing slightly. Prussia drank the rest of the drink and stood up. Demetria looked up at him knowingly.

"I should get going. I've been gone for quite a while and my leader isn't actually loving the awesome me at the moment." Demetria stood up and extended her hand. Prussia grinned and grasped her hand strongly.

"It was great talking with you again my dear Prussia. Good luck." Prussia grinned wider hearing the other meanings laced into those words.

"Keseseses, see you later." With that, Prussia left the building and walked back to his office building. Demetria sat down in her chair and sighed ever so softly. A woman of forty years walked up to her and sat down where Prussia had sat merely moments ago.

"My lady, are you done with your business here?" The woman had vibrant blue eyes and slightly grayed blonde hair. Her accent giving her away as German. Demetria drank the rest of her drink quietly, before standing up and putting her gloves on.

"For now at least. Shall we return home, Kirsa?"

"Of course." The two walked outside and disappeared into thin air. Prussia stood in front of his office door hesitantly. After taking a deep breath, Prussia steeled his resolve and opened the heavy door. An angry shout was heard immediately. Prussia mentally sighed as he recognized the owner of the voice.

"Where have you been, Prussia?" the voice hissed venomously. Prussia smiled at the blonde blue eyed man in front of him.

"I was out getting some air, since this air is suffocating to the point of insanity." Prussia replied in his usual manner, which only served to anger the German more. The occupants of the room quickly tried to escape at the tension the two were giving off.

"Prussia, you are not allowed to leave your post without my permission."

"What the hell, West? I have you know, I…" Prussia's mouth stopped working as a loud sound echoed through the room. Prussia brought a trembling hand to his stinging cheek in shock. Prussia starred at the German in disbelief. Did he just…? It couldn't be right? This is all just a dream, it has to be but… that pain that is stinging still was real.

"You will do as I say, Prussia. That is final." With that said, the German soldier turned on his heels and walked off leaving Prussia to stand there shocked.

"Mein Gott… meine liebe Mutter Erde, bitte hilf mir ihm zu helfen (1)." Prussia muttered under his breath quietly. He sent a heated glare at the soldier that didn't leave the room when he had the chance. Prussia's scarlet eyes hardened, showing the soldier why Prussia was feared on the battlefield. The soldier shivered and ran from the room. Prussia glanced down at his uniform and felt his lips frowning at what he was wearing. At first the uniform was worn with pride, but now it was worn with disgust. However, the disgust was directed more at himself than anyone else. Prussia sighed and walked off with a renewed resolve; to protect his brother no matter what the consequences like he had done since his brother was a mere child.

Prussia opened his office door and walked inside. Once the heavy door closed behind him, Prussia felt a stab in his heart. His hand unconsciously went to grab it as if it would ease the pain. Prussia gasped as he could hear the screams of his brother's former people. Prussia could smell the flesh burning and the agonizing screams and cries of his brother's forgotten people. Their pain was his pain. Prussia fell to his knees after instinctively locking the door. "Mein Gott, was hast du ihnen getan (2)?" Prussia knew why he could feel them; they were like him, forgotten for the dead. It was only his sheer will keeping him alive. Every person that died Prussia would write it down in one of his special journals, but even then Prussia would still be missing a few billion of names. They died too fast for him to write down, not to mention his other duties left him from his journals for hours on end. Prussia sighed already knowing the answer to his own question. He dragged himself over to the schedule on his desk. He was due to go to those god-forsaken camps with his brother tomorrow. "I know I haven't believed in you in centuries, but please help me save him." Prussia whispered out between his pains. After the pain was reigned under control, Prussia stood up and unlocked his door and started to work for once.

A/N: Ahh I dearly hope I didn't butcher Prussia's personality or Germany's. Oh my I dearly hope I didn't. Why does the awesome Prussia have to be so damn awesome that I have a difficulty writing with him? This isn't really supposed to be a historically based fic or anything so I hope I didn't mess anything up.

I hope any of the German translations are right. I've never taken German before. If it is wrong feel free to fix it and tell me the right way of writing it. I'd love to learn.

My God… my dear mother earth, please help me help him.

My God, what have you done to them?