When All Else Fades
Chapter One:
Prussia lay in bed thinking not about beer or how awesome he was, but about the contract that was going to be signed in two days. Gilbird lay snuggled into the pillow beside him and he sighed. Another sleepless night, the meeting was probably still going on right now.
He held up his hand and examined it.
Nothing…yet.
In all honesty Prussia was scared of dissolving. Would it hurt? What would happen to his land? Would Ludwig miss him?
His throat choked up, Ludwig. And the dam broke free; Prussia cried and punched his pillow startling Gilbird who flew to a safe distance. He wrecked havoc in his house, after all he wouldn't be needing it soon enough.
All the unwanted memories flooded in. All the stupid stuff he did when he was younger now seemed childish and immature. A lamp smashed. Hungary and all the annoying stuff she did now seemed laughable. A painting ripped in half. The countless diaries that filled a whole room of his house were now useless pieces of paper bound together. A frying pan through the wall. The good times spent with France and Spain. A window breaking into a million irreparable shards. That stuck up Austria even flooded his thoughts, his piano seeming to fill the room with a ghostly sound. A mattress sliced into ribbons. But the memories that hurt the most (or where they the most comforting) was the many hours spent with Germany, no Ludwig.
Eyes glowing with pain he forced himself to look the full body mirror that covered a small part of his living room.
He looked awful, tired and angry, wild and untamed. His heart sank and he once again looked at his hand.
Nothing.
He took his fist and smashed the mirror. Good, now he couldn't see how low he had fallen.
A memory pulled at his attention and he suddenly found himself in a field just taking a walk admiring how his military uniform looked on his masculine figure when he saw him. A little blonde boy drawing figures with a stick in the mud.
Prussia smiled, sneaking up on the boy and getting really close before-
"I know you're there."
Prussia's step faltered and he tripped on a small pot hole, and in one very…um…cough, cough valiant and graceful fall worthy of the great and awesome Prussia, he ate dust.
He coughed and looked up only to see a stick in his face. He almost laughed except the boy looked like he was dead set on killing him if he so much as moved.
"Who are you?" His German accent was thick. So, the little bloke was from the states.
"I could ask you the same question."
The little boy grinned and removed the offensive stick from his face, but kept his little foot firmly planted on Prussia's chest. "I will be asking the questi-ACK!"
Prussia had easily flipped their positions so that he was the one pinning the little boy down. "I think you're mistaken, little boy." The boy's eyes flared at this, but he kept silent. Prussia looked at the drawings in the mud.
Solider Formations…
What?
"Say, why are you making little battle plans kid? This is… (ingenious) the worst formation I've ever seen in my life!" The little boy looked at him and snorted, "Better than yours I would imagine."
Prussia squinted his eyes, so the boy was smart. A country, maybe?
"Where do you live?"
The boy spit in his face. Prussia recoiled in disgust relinquishing his grip on the blonde. The little bastard! Seeing an opportunity the kid wiggled out from under him. hopping to his feet and making a mad dash in the direction of the village. He didn't get far before Prussia tackled him to the ground.
"LET ME GO!"
"Hee-hee, nope." The boy grunted in frustration totally pinned by the older country. "I am going to ask one more time. Where. Do. You. Live?"
"Why would I tell you?!"
Prussia sighed. Life was a pain. "Because I said so."
The boy tilted his head judging before finally, "I don't live anywhere." He looked ashamed as he said this.
Prussia tried to deflate his hopes, but it was no use. This boy could be a country and if he was then…could he possibly…get a brother?"
"So what do they call you?"
The little boy looked at him straight in the eyes and for the first time blue pierced a dark reddish brown. Little did Prussia know at the time that this little kid was about to change his life forever…
"Germany."