This is just a fluffy twoshot about sad angsty Prussia, and a bit of Denmark and Prussia friendship. Enjoy!
Prussia wiped his eyes. He had been at that stupid World Conference, when Hungary just had to make a statement about his dissolution. Austria hadn't even stepped in to defend him.
They all think I'm worthless. Useless, even.
"Stupid Prussia!"
"Why are you such a bother? Germany is so much better than you!"
"Why couldn't you have just died when you dissolved?"
"I am too awesome to cry," he repeated. "I am way too awesome to cry."
He thought about his past. He had been a strong, powerful kingdom – a kingdom people had feared for ages, but then the Allies had to ruin it all.
He bit down sobs. He was simply too awesome to cry! Even if today was the day of his dissolution, he was not going to cry. He only had something in his eye. Yep, that was it.
His flute case was getting dusty. Maybe I should bring it out and play it. Prussia picked up his case and retreated to the roof. The roof was always a good place to start.
"Prussia?" Prussia whipped around.
"Oh, it's just you, Denmark." Denmark narrowed his eyes at him.
"I'm not just Denmark!" he protested. "I'm – hey, were you crying?"
Prussia plastered a fake smile onto his face. "I am too awesome to cry, Den!"
Denmark frowned at him. "That's a lie, and you know it, Preussen. Now, spit it out."
Denmark led him to the roof and sat him down on the ledge. Suddenly, the weight of the centuries came crashing down on him, and he cried. The Dane patted his back sympathetically.
"It's okay, Preussen. I remember when Norway pushed me away, countless times."
"He *hic* did?" Prussia gave a mental sigh of relief that the subject wasn't on him anymore. Denmark snorted.
"I know, right? It's hard to believe that Norway didn't like this charming face. He just hid his affections toward me." Denmark smiled wistfully, as if remembering times long past.
"I was amazing with the axe, and Norge got a little jealous that I was better than him at physical stuff. He was way better at school stuff though, so we taught each other." Denmark grinned. "I had a huge crush on him, and I'm pretty sure he did too. But.. we got separated. I didn't see him for a long time."
Prussia smiled sadly, thinking back on his and Austria's relationship.
"We finally saw each other again, and the first thing he does is whack me over the head and tell me I'm stupid." He chuckled. "Just his way of saying I missed you, I guess."
"Why are you telling me this?"
"You looked like you needed a story." Denmark straightened up. "Today is that day, isn't it?"
Prussia nodded, biting his lip.
"Okay, wait here." The Dane dashed down the stairs. Prussia's gaze returned to the sky. There were many clouds, for some reason. He absent-mindedly stroked the flute case.
Denmark returned, panting heavily. He was holding a cello case.
Prussia gave him a watery smile, and opened his flute case and started assembling the pieces. Denmark followed suit.
"Wait for me!" America ran up the stairs. Prussia pretended to groan. "Come on, Denmark, you had to invite the American?"
Denmark smiled mischievously. "Well, now we're all together, right? The Awesome Trio!"
America laughed. "You betcha!" He had taken out a baritone, and was currently checking the valves.
Prussia lifted his flute to his lips and trilled. Denmark slowly dragged his bow across the strings. America played a short scale.
When they were all ready, they lifted their instruments to their lips in perfect synchronization. Then they began to play.
It was certainly a haunting melody, with parts of their culture mixed in. Prussia swore he heard hints of the Danish anthem in the mix, and parts of "The Star Spangled Banner" at some points. He added his own forgotten songs, which blended in nicely.
He slowly eased himself into the song, smiling as his friends wrapped the melody up with him. It was really nice to have friends who did all this for him.
He was so wrapped up, he didn't notice the entourage of nations behind them until it was too late.
"Um.. I can explain!"