Prussia is different. In appearances, he's just a little different than average; it's not everyday one witnesses an albino. Otherwise, he looks like a fairly normal human being. That's the thing. Prussia isn't a human. In a world where nations are personified as humans, this isn't too unusual. Sure, there are far more people than nations, but a person walking around representing a nation is "normal". However, once again, Prussia fails to meet this category. Prussia is not a nation. He used to be, but he was dissolved awhile back, and the nation of Prussia is no more. But the being still exists. Prussia himself still exists. For awhile he figured he'd become human; he became very wary of everything, worried that he could die in an instant. But years and years had passed since his dissolution, and he hadn't aged a day. No wrinkles grew on his skin, he still retained the same energy as ever and he still looked as if he were in his twenties. So what was he? He himself didn't know. Nobody knew. There had never been a case like this before, at least no recorded instance. Everyone else that had been dissolved had vanished from existence. Prussia sought information from the smartest and oldest nations he could find, but no one knew of anything even remotely similar. He wasn't entirely disheartened, but it was still a little isolating… to know he was the only one in the entire world who was like that.
Prussia sat alone at a bar, drinking beer after beer after beer. The bartender gave him questioning looks, but long stopped trying to tell him to stop. He had had more beers than any normal human could withstand, so the bartender was more curious as to how he was even still alive at this point. Tonight Prussia was alone. His best friends, France and Spain, were busy with work dealing with their countries, as was his brother. He should be used to being alone like this, but he just couldn't grasp the fact that he was the only person in the world who was like this. Even now he was getting curious looks from people near by. Somehow they could already sense that he was different.
"Sir…" The bartender began. "Sir, I think you've had enough."
"Oh shut up…" Prussia said in a slurred voice. "I'm awesome and I can have as many as I want… another!" He slammed his empty glass on the counter.
"Sir, you've had twenty."
"So what? I can handle more. Keep them coming."
"I'm worried for you health and I don't think that's a good idea."
"Screw that!" Prussia shouted. "Fine I'll just get some beers at home." He dropped some money on the table and stumbled out. "Later, losers!"
Prussia had been having an off day, so he did what he usually did: got completely wasted until he cheered up. However, as time went by he noticed it took more beers to actually get even a little elated. Just one of the joys of being me, he thought. He walked home dismally. Prussia may be labeled an idiot, but he knew better to drive when he was like this.
He arrived home. Well, technically it was Germany's place, but they lived together. They were brothers, after all. But the house was surrounded by cars, which was unusual. Germany liked to keep to himself. Prussia walked up to the window and pressed his face against the glass. Inside were tons of people dressed in fancy suits and dresses, chatting with wine and food.
"They're having a party without me." Prussia gasped. Of course, it wasn't his type of party. He'd much rather be getting drunk at a night club than have a quiet one like this, but being left out still pissed him off. He pressed his face against the glass again and saw a familiar, brunette man. "Austria? They invited that stupid aristocrat?!" Prussia rushed to the door in a drunken rage. "He's not even from this freaking country!" He pounded on the door, and Germany answered, looking stern as usual.
"Oh hello, brother." Germany said.
"What the hell, man? I thought we were friends! Why didn't you invite me to the party?"
"Are you drunk?" Germany asked calmly. Prussia returning home drunk was becoming a normal occurrence. "Look, I'll help you to your room-"
"No, screw that!" Prussia shouted a little too loudly. People inside the house began to murmur amongst each other, staring at the drunken albino at the door.
"Who is that, Germany?" Someone asked. Prussia couldn't tell through his blurry eyes, but it sounded like Germany's boss.
"It's nobody." Germany replied. "I'll deal with it." Nobody, Prussia thought. Is that what I am?
"Deal with 'it'? I'm not an 'it', Germany. I'm your god damn brother!" He shoved past Germany and stomped into the house. "Everyone look at me! The awesome nation of Prussia! Right here in the flesh! Being AWESOME, as usual!"
"Prussia what do you think you're-" Austria began.
"You shut up! I'm badass and I don't listen to losers like-" he stopped mid-sentence and grew sheet white. Then he puked.
Austria immediately jumped forward and took Prussia upstairs where he wouldn't cause anymore problems while Germany talked and apologized with the guests. Upstairs, Prussia changed his clothes and washed up, then returned to his room where he found Austria sitting there, waiting.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Austria snapped.
"I'm feeling fine, thank you." Prussia replied.
"Don't you have anything to say for yourself?" Austria asked. "How can you just waltz in here completely drunk and make an ass of yourself?"
"So? You're doing the same thing." Prussia said, beginning to get annoyed. "I know you stupid countries have meetings and stuff that a guy like me isn't invited to but really? You didn't have to leave me out completely!"
"This was a formal party with various political figures and the nations. It was supposed to be limited to those people, and you had to show up and just ruin it all!"
"If I were a nation, you wouldn't be giving me this bullshit."
"If you were a nation, you wouldn't be so stupid." Prussia was getting irritated. What the hell was the difference between a nation and what he was, anyways? Shouldn't they still be treated as equals?
"Well maybe if I was a nation, you'd let it go."
"Well you know what? You're not a nation. You're just a disrespectful idiot!" Ever since Prussia had dissolved, Austria had been treating him with more disrespect and contempt than before, if that was even possible. In fact, everyone had. (Well, except for Italy, who was too nice to really do anything rude to anyone.) Everyone had treated Prussia differently since he had "disappeared". Sure, some of them like France, Spain, and Germany were still friends with him and kind to him… but they still left him out of things and spent much less time with him before. Often times he'd approach them and ask to hang out or chat and they'd always respond with "I'm busy… it's a nation thing only.". Prussia was sick of it. Absolutely sick of it. The isolation was killing him. Why couldn't he have just become a human? Sure, he would be old and weak or maybe even dead by this point, but then he could at least make friends that he could relate to and be happy with. But alas, as fate would have it, he was given the gift of isolating immortality.
"If I became a nation would you at least treat with common decency and let me come to your stupid-ass parties?" Prussia shouted, getting angrier by the second.
"If you became a nation again, I'd give up the piano!" Austria said sarcastically, his voice rising. "But it's not going to happen because you're just a nobody who disrupts everything!"
Nobody. The word repeated in his head again and again. The awesome Prussia was a nobody.
"No I'm not…" Prussia hissed.
"Yes, you are." Austria replied sternly.
"NO, I'M NOT!" In a blind rage Prussia jumped forward and punched the window right beside Austria. The glass shattered on impact and created small cuts all over Prussia's hand. A particularly long shard of glass flew by Austria and left a long slit on his cheek. The room went silent. Prussia stared at his handiwork in disbelief. I shouldn't have done that, he thought. Austria glared at him, cupping a gloved hand over the scar on his face.
"Yes… you are." Austria said coldly. At that moment, Germany walked in.
"What happened?" Germany asked. "I heard a crashing sound… mein gott, are you two alright? You're both bleeding." Prussia moved from his spot near the window and walked forward. He pointed a bloody finger towards Austria and glared.
"You know what? I'm going to become a nation again. I don't care how hard it is, and I don't care how long it will take, but I will do it." He stepped towards the entrance beside his brother and stuck his hands in the air. "I'll become the greatest, most awesome nation in existence. I'll be so badass and awesome that all the other nations will shit themselves just looking at me." Germany looked as if he were about to say something, Prussia stopped him. "Just you all wait. You'll see." Without another word he stomped forward and out of the room.
"Should I go after him?" Germany asked. "He's still drunk."
"No, no… he'll wear himself out eventually." Austria replied, wiping the blood from his face. It was a deep cut that would have substantially injured a human, but because he was a nation, he just had to wipe off the blood until it stopped.
"What happened?" Germany asked.
"I…" Austria stared at his blood-soaked glove and felt a sudden pang of guilt. "I was a little too harsh on him, I think. I just… he shouldn't have embarrassed you like that."
"I deal with Italy all the time." Germany replied. "I'm used to it."
"Oh… well…" Austria sighed and put his hand down, letting the blood dribble down his face. "I'm kind of an idiot. It must have been the wine I had tonight."
"You think Prussia's going to be alright?"
"Of course." Austria said. "He couldn't possibly be serious."
