Disclaimer : Hetalia does not belong to me , it belongs to Hidekaz Himaruya
Though the plot belongs to me , so be ready to have your hearts broken XD( maybe )
The day has come at last I don't know what to expect .
A celebration ?
A Party ?
A funeral?
Everything in my head is all messed up . I can't think straight anymore ,all these thoughts go through my head in a flash . I don't know what to do . Should I cry ? or should I put on a fake smile ?
Does Germany know ? Does anyone care ? what would happen when I leave will people think of me as a pest that is finally gone or a freeloader finally taking his leave ? Will they forget me ? what will my Birdie say ? who will take care of Gilbird ? All these question kept on playing in my head and it can't stop and my head felt like exploding .
As the last true Prussian slipped into his painless death and sleep. Prussia sat on his bed thinking and he finally went to his desk and sat down while pulling out a pen and paper from his drawer to write a letter to his friends and family and anyone who even cared .
As he wrote his farewell letter his right hand shook badly . He calmly breathed in and out and tried not to cry . When he rested his left hand beside his paper he realised his hand was slightly translucent . His eyes opened wide , he quickly returned to his letter and wrote as quickly as he could without crying . Though he could not hold it in anymore and he let a tear drop on the paper.
And when he saw his tear dropped he looked up and laughed at himself and thought :" what ? the awesome me is crying that cannot be" but he could hold himself back anymore and break down into tears . after a while , He regained his composure and continued his letter and when he was done he gently put down his pen. He went to his closet and took out his old blue and red military uniform that he wore back during the days when old Fritz was still alive . He wore his hat and took out his flag too .
He wore his boots and smiled in memory of when he came out after a war and little Germany was there to greet him. He also remembered when Germany had grown up quite a bit more and was around his height and Germany scolded him for walking around the house in his boots. Those were the days , then he took out his wallet and took out the old black and white picture that has turned yellow with little Germany on his shoulders .He smile a gentle smile and a tear fell from his eye to his boot. He quickly wiped his eye and have a big wide smile plastered on his face. He put on his hat and lied down on the middle of his bed with his flag ,that was not in use anymore and with holes all over it , covering his mid- section . In his hand was the picture of him and little Germany and he slept peacefully and with a small genuine gentle smile that was not seen often.
And he slowly faded with his smile from translucent to transparent and slowly all that was left of him was his flag with holes , the picture of little Germany and Prussia and Prussia's Iron cross.
sorry if it is kind of short this story was suppose to be a one shot be it became a 3 shot oops XD