Time Flies
There used to be a time, when a little blonde boy with glass blue eyes fit right in my lap. That same little boy would go nowhere without me. He would always hold my hand. And his tiny smiles were reserved for me alone. He was the same little boy I stole from Austria before France could take him. And he was my little brother. I loved him.
He was an adorable little boy, who looked up at me in admiration, and so proudly called me his 'Nii-Chan'
and now he's big strong Germany. He grew up so fast, I didn't even have time to look back. He's not the same little boy. But that's to be expected. He doesn't need me anymore. And he only calls me 'Nii-chan' when we're alone.
He's busy waging a war against the world. He's turned into a powerful greedy monster, swallowing everything in his path, conquering all. I cheer him on. Because honestly, I couldn't have raised him any better. No one could have made him anymore powerful than me.
But he doesn't hold my hand anymore. His fingers aren't the same chubby ones from before, warm, engulfed in my own hand. His eyes aren't the same pouty innocent ones I remember. Now everything about him is hard. And I can't help but wince when he stares at me coldly.
I cheer him on during his war. He's beautiful, perfect. He's fighting, and he's taking. But he's not the little boy who smiled at me anymore. And he grew up so fast, I didn't notice his hand slowly prying itself from mine. His greed is engulfing him.
I know I should tell him to stop, but isn't this what I wanted him to be? I tell myself not at this price, but this is karma laughing at me. I still grope in the dark at night, wondering where he went, worrying that every day he's going to disappear. More than anything, I fear losing those eyes that used to smile at me.
He does nothing but coldly stare now, so I wonder why I still want him. But I remember. The little child who so happily called me 'Nii-chan.'
Where did my cute little Germany go?
OWARI
it's About how Prussia feels about Greedy Germany during WW11.