Chapter 1: He's Dying and Now He's Not

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia!

All the tears
All the lies
All the waste
I've been trying to make it change
And now my eyes are open

I need your love
I need your time
When everything's wrong
You make it right

~I Need Your Love, Calvin Harris

Amelia sat at her desk in her D.C. apartment, staring at the paperwork but not caring enough to actually do it. Sighing deeply, she turned around with her swivel chair and looked around in her study for something fun to do. Right as she was about to pounce on her game station, though, her cell rang. Groaning, she brought out the slim phone from the pocket of her jeans and raised a single eyebrow at the very foreign number. It wasn't her boss, or Iggy, or Mattie. Who the hell was it then?

"Hello?" She said cautiously, half expecting a wrong number and not wanting to answer the call with her nation name, "This is Amelia F. Jones, what can I do for ya?"

"Hallo?" A heavily accented voice spoke from the other line, "Is this America?"

Eyes widening, she glanced at her ear for a moment and wondered if she was correct, "Germany?"

"Ja. Um, mein bruder gave me a list of people to call, and you were on it. So, I guess-."

The American woman cut him off, "Wait? Prussia wanted you to call me? Why?"

"I was getting to that!" His voice was sad and weary, "Mein bruder is...well we believe he's dying."

The phone hit the floor with a soft thud, hitting the soft carpet gently. America sat in numb shock for a moment, shocked at the ease Germany let those horrible, vile words leave his lips. Gilbert, Prussia, was dying. How? How was the man who trained her during the revolution, the man who had been somewhat of a friend through out the years dying? It was inconceivable, he was a nation, wasn't he? No. He had been dissolved after the second World War, and after Germany was reunited he wasn't even East Germany. She helped with both of those things, she had killed her friend. Shaking her head, blonde strands flying, she decided that no, it wasn't just her. The Allies had dissolved him to begin with, as a punishment for his brothers crimes. She had helped reunite Germany, though, but she thought that had helped. Everything had been fine, Gilbert had been happy and healthy. Until now.

Quickly snatching the phone, she put it back to her ear.

"-merica? America?"

"Y-yeah." She cursed herself for her shaky voice, "I'm here."

"Well. I figured I would call to inform you."

"How long does he have."

"A month at most. He is too weak to talk, before you ask."

"How long have you known?"

"About a year."

Amelia's eyes widened, "What? A year? Why wasn't I told before now?"

"Mein bruder had his reasons, America. Now, I don't have time for this. I do have other people to call, you know?"

The line went dead, and the blonde woman was left alone in the now oh so lonely room. Hunching her shoulders, she glanced down at the phone in her hand. He had been dying for a year? Was Germany the only one that had known? Gulping, her eyes began to sting as she realized that there was nothing she could do. She couldn't be a heroine in a situation she had no control of. Prussia wasn't a nation now and he wasn't East Germany any more, his age was bound to take it's toll and mortality would set in sooner than later. Sighing, she hung her head and closed her eyes, taking a moment of silence for her friend. Until the gears in her brain started turning. Gilbert was dying because he wasn't a nation anymore. If he was a nation, he couldn't die.

Smiling a Hollywood smile, America slipped open her phone and dialed a number, "Hey, Boss! I need a meeting with you, it's kind of urgent."

"Amelia! That is something we cannot do." The President frowned deeply, eyebrows crinkling, "How could you ask that? You'd be giving up your own land!"

America's lips formed a tight line, "He's dying."

Her boss sighed, "I'm truly sorry about that, but we cannot follow though with this plan of yours."

"It's land we don't even use!" Amelia insisted, "Besides, Prussia used to be a very strong military power! We could have better insight to things that might have helped him in the past and maybe incorporate some into our own attacks!"

"Just because we get a little more knowledge of over a hundred years ago does not mean we should give up our land!"

"We would have a new ally! Besides, we wouldn't even lose the whose state, just half of it! Alaska would still be there, just part of it would be the new Prussia! Also, it would probably increase relations with Germany, and that would be very good for us!"

The President frowned slightly, feeling his resolve wear down with the American woman's persistence, "How would helping Prussia increase of relationship with Germany?"

"Because!" Amelia waved her hands around in excitement, feeling the conversation going in the direction she wanted, "Germany is Prussia's younger brother! If we give Prussia land and recognize him as a nation, Prussia will be immortal again! Germany is sure to be grateful for that. Besides, Prussia could be a close ally in the future, his land being practically inside an American state. That would mean Germany would probably be an even closer ally, as he wouldn't go against his recently revived brother."

The man sighed, rubbing his temples. That girl could talk a blind man into seeing.

"How long do we have to convince Congress?"

"A month."

A frustrated groan was heard, "A month! We're quite pressed for time, aren't we?"

"I knew you'd see it my way, boss! We better get at it!"

It took three whole freaking weeks. Honestly, Amelia had expected Congress to agree on the spot but nope. Not at all. They had to be all sorts of difficult on the matter. Finally Amelia herself had to go in with a speech prepared and a powerpoint to go with it that had a shit ton of facts about Prussia's former glory and how it would her the United States relations with Germany. She had to do this as a high official, mind you, and could not reveal the whole nations are people thing. Yeah, that was kind of hard when all she wanted to do was yell about how Prussia was Germany's brother and her friend and how they had better give her the land or else. But, in the end, her persistence had won out and Congress had agrees. A contract was written up within the day by Amelia herself and signed by the President of the United States.

God, if Prussia didn't appreciate this she'd wring his neck, take the land back, and then kill him herself.

Gilbert opened his eyes. That surprised him as it was something he hadn't had the strength to do for the past few days and had just laid there like a vegetable. A vegetable waiting for death. Taking a deep breathe, he felt his lungs expand properly, as if he weren't disintegrating from the inside out. He turned his head to the side and then lifted it slightly. No pain so far, unlike the past year when every movement had caused him sharp pains that went straight to his bones. Not wanting to test his luck, the red eyed ex nation raised one arm and smiled happily when there was no crippling shock of pain. Feeling a bit more confident, Prussia pushed both of his hands on the bed and slowly sat up. His back leaning against the backboard of the bed, he wanted to laugh.

Was this what happened before you died? The pain went away, you ere numb, and then just magically dissolved into dust?

No, because he wasn't completely numb. He did feel something, a certain weakness he hadn't felt in years. A weakness that had been there when he was just created, when he had been dissolved, and when East and West Germany had been reunited. Looking down at his hands, he was a healthy flush of pink instead of the sickly pale his whole body had been for the past month. Trusting himself enough to stand, Prussia gently swing his legs over the bed and stood. His legs didn't shake, he didn't collapse, and he certainly wasn't dizzy.

This time he couldn't hold back the giggles. They were manly giggles, though.

Taking long strides over to the full body mirror he had in the corner of his room, he looked at himself. His lips were no longer cracked and chapped and his face no longer gaunt. His eyes were a bright, startling red and no longer void of life. His body itself no longer resembled a skeleton, decaying slowly and the fat ebbing away to reveal only his bones. No, now he was back to his former fitness. The fitness of a nation.

Then there was that feeling, the feeling of power humming under his skin. The feeling of people inside his borders. Living, breathing people who were a part of his nation and loved him because he was theirs. A smirk touched his lips, inspecting his body once more before he turned. Somewhere, Austria must be crying because he was back. Somehow, someway, he was back. By the grace of God, he was back and not dead. Did his little bruder decide to split Germany into the East and West again? Was he just a little corner of Germany now? What the hell had happened?

All of a sudden, there was a loud banging at the door. Laughing gleefully, Gilbert practically skipped upstairs and out of his basement, the joy of being able to walk again finally setting in. He should have known someone as awesome as him couldn't die simply because of the fact that if he were gone, so much awesome would have left with him. Making it to the door, he raised an eyebrow. Whoever was knocking hit the door hard enough to make it rattle.

He turned the knob and smirked, realizing that it was probably a nation he knew. They would probably pee themselves out of fear and awe.

"Oh my God! It worked!" He heard the female voice and American accent and instantly placed the person

Amelia F. Jones, of course. How could you not know her voice, she was so damn loud.

Wait. It worked? What worked?

"Oh, wow! I didn't think it'd be so quick, but I guess you couldn't get much worse, huh?"

Gilbert blinked, "What?"

Amelia smiled blindingly, "I'm the heroine!"

"You're drugs?"

She let out a horrified gasp, "No! I'm the female version of a hero! Drugs are bad!"

"Says the sixties?"

"Shut. Up."

Prussia snorted, "What do you want? The awesome me obviously has better things to do than listen to you blabber on about you superheroes now that I have returned!"

"Fine then. I'll just take the land back." Amelia sniffed, getting ready to turn away

Gilbert looked at her confused and grabbed her arm before she could leave, "I repeat, what? And don't start about heroes this time!"

The American's smiled returned, "You're a nation again!"

Prussia narrowed his eyes, "What?"

"Yup!" The blonde woman chirped, "I gave you some land in Alaska. It's not that much, but I did what I could. I wanted to give you more but Congress was being stupid, as always. Anyways, you've been formally recognized as a nation by the United States of America. We've gone ahead and called you Prussia...you are gonna be a democracy right, oh and if you wanna change your name-!"

Prussia clamped his hand over her mouth, his eyes wide and mouth hanging open. When he spoke, the words were slow as if he were still accepting them, "You gave me land from one of your states and made me...you made me a nation again?"

"Uh huh!" She confirmed nodding her head

Reaching into her pocket, she pulled out a folded up sheet of paper. Gilbert snatched it out of her hand and opened it up. Sure enough, it had the Presidents signature, along with Amelia's, and stated that he was officially recognized as the nation of Prussia by the United States. He had been given land in Alaska, about-.

"150,000 square miles!" Prussia shouted, eyes wide and staring

America sighed in disappointment, "Yeah, I know. I'm sorry, by the way."

Prussia blinked twice before slowly turning his head away from the paper, "America. That is about three times bigger than England. Hell, that much land is more than Germany itself!"

Cocking her head in confusion, America blinked, "Seriously? Texas is bigger than a little 150,000 square miles!"

"What is your largest state?" The albino spoke curiously

"Alaska! It's 663,267 square miles! Well...513,267 square miles now!"

"How...How the hell did you get your government to agree to this? I mean, I know I'm awesome but..."

Amelia sighed wearily, "Let's just say it took three weeks and a whole lotta work on my part. The only condition is that you ally yourself with the United States."

The new nation nodded, "Ja. I'm okay with that."

"Great!" America fist pumped, "Now come on! I wanna show you Alaska, or should I say Prussia?"

Gilbert decided, right then and there, that he loved Amelia F. Jones.

Across the globe, many nations had a synchronized shiver that ran down their spines and chilled them to the core. Austria felt like he wanted to sob, Hungary felt the need to get her frying pan, and England wanted to know what the hell America had done now.

Sooo...This is what happens when I'm bored. Also, lets just assume that Congress would allow this because Amelia is very persuasive, mmkay?

Question of the Chapter: How will Germany react when he find's Prussia's bed empty? Then what'll happen when he find out his brother has been made a nation by America?