But He Never Came

by Beloved Perfection

A poem about The Fall of the Berlin Wall from Germany's POV. Character Death

But He Never Came

The wall was falling. After so many years, the taunting thing was coming down. The foundation that had separated two brothers.

Germany was waiting. He was waiting for the wall. He was waiting to see his brother again. He was waiting for Prussia.

But he never came.

The East Germans scrambled across the rubble. The Wests cheered. It was finally down.

But he never came.

Germany searched for his brother. Over the rubble. Italy searched, too, with his brother by his side and America and England also searched. France and Spain were there, waiting for their old friend to come over the wall, laughing like he always did.

But he never came.

Russia stepped over the remains. He shook his head. Germany fell crying to his knees. Spain and France followed.

But he never came.

And he never would.