Prussia's eyes gazed over the scene before him with a slight sadness in his eyes.
Northern Italy was trying to bake with his little brother, Germany. It really shouldn't bother him anymore. Prussia is meant to be alone and he loves it.
Veneziano was just so precious. He cared so much and tried so hard.
Prussia's heart filled with sadness.
It wasn't all that bad, Prussia had reasoned that it was for the best. Veneziano wouldn't enjoy being with him anyway - maybe he would only be with Prussia because he knew who his younger brother was, a long time ago. Maybe he would've just used him.
Prussia had so many reasons why it just wouldn't work out. They all broke his heart.
It wasn't always like this. Veneziano could probably be described as a rebound of sorts. Maybe? Prussia had never been in a real relationship. He always dreamt of it though.
Romano - Romano was cute. Prussia was so sure he had a chance with Romano. They could talk to each other, they got along fairly well. He could be incredibly nice - and usually was, under all the "fucks" emitted out of his mouth.
Prussia got his hopes too high. He was thinking about flowers, about restaurants, about Romano. It didn't even begin and yet it was crashing down.
His friend - one of his dearest and closest friends had become fond of the Italian. He was told, of course. He himself didn't tell his friend anything - he still had a shot with Romano. He only had a "slight love" for Romano. Prussia's was big. Not slight love, big love. He had a plan, they were already friends, Romano trusted him, it was sure to work…
The plan came crashing down to arrive at Romano's house and to be introduced to his new boyfriend. France.
Of course. The country of love. Of course they'd get together! It wasn't like the barbarian Prussian even had a chance.
He was hurt yet he tried his best not to show it - he tried to be happy for the two. France deserved love and so did Romano, so what if it was with each other? They both deserved it - Prussia didn't. He had done too much evil.
He was glad he didn't bring the flowers inside, but seeing them in the passenger seat on his way home somehow hurt him more than the embarrassment that engulfed him. Germany had asked about them being in the bin. Prussia never answered, feeling too hurt to even think about them.
Unfortunately, this and that was Prussia's life.