AN: I don't own anything.

No… Oh god no please.

This couldn't be happening it couldn't be happening at all…

But it was happening. Or rather it did happen.

I looked down and saw his small body. That little black hat still on his head, and wearing what he wore all the time. But… Only this time his white shirt was covered in blood.

His own blood.

No, please no

Oh I remember it. I remember it in a flash.

There was a swing of a sword, the smell of fresh blood, a pained scream filling the air.

And then silence.

I crumbled down to the ground. Falling to my knees, placing my hands on his heart. Oh I prayed. Prayed that his heart was still there. Beating and alive.

But no… There was no beat.

"H-Holy Rome…." I muttered, picking up his weak cold body. His blood dripping onto the green grass.

My little brother. He was gone. Gone and he would never come back. He wasn't even a full nation yet… He was just a little boy… An innocent little boy trying to protect his people from evil. And now he's gone forever…

He didn't even get to finish his dream. The dream to become the great and powerful nation he always wanted to be. Like the strong empire he was named after. And the most depressing… He didn't get to go back to the one he loved. That one Italy girl…

I stared into his eyes. Red into blue. The eyes that once had so much hope now dead and lifeless. And I held his hand. Hands that used to be so warm with love are now cold. The warmth is gone.

Oh my little Holy Roman Empire. He's dead. Dead as can be

And it was my fault

It was all my fault! All mine…

I was suppose to watch him, care for him, love him and make sure harm never came his way. Like a big brother should do. I promised my grandfather when he left that I would do all those things. But I failed my promise….

Yes I did care for him… And yes I loved him. I loved him so much, as much as an older brother could. But… I did not watch him enough to keep harm away.

If I hadn't turned around. If I had only kept my eyes on him throughout the whole battle… If I had fought closer to him then maybe, just maybe! He would be here still. Just maybe...

But what has been done is done. I can't change it. I can't make a machine and go back and time and fix all this. No I can't….

"God why…? Why god?!" I started to scream at the sky, salty tears running down my cheeks as I hugged my little brother's body. His blood starting to get on me. But really I didn't care.

I kept screaming and yelling until my throat burned like hell itself… But sooner or later…. I just broke down into sobs.

I just kept crying. Crying and crying. Never stopping, for hours on hours. I cried and wailed until there were no tears left. But even though there were no tears left to cry….

"I'm sorry…. I'm so sorry…"

In my heart I will still be crying…..

Still be crying for a long time…

AN: I wrote this because I know that for Prussia losing Holy Rome was probably one of the hardest things that has ever happened to him. It is so hard to lose any family member. So this is for all the people who has lost someone very important to them. I love you all 3 Little Phili out~