Sure, one could say I've been an arrogant ass my whole life (but for obviously good reason), but I never deserved this. No, the great nation of Prussia, the most awesome country on Earth, did not deserve this! I did not deserve to be brutally broken and shattered by that...monster.
You and West took my land from me, but mainly you. I'd rather it all go to my brother than some Eastern European dictator. My people hate you with such a passion, for what you've done to us. You may smile and put off such a cheerful, childish air, but deep down, your true self, is torn by an evil unlike any other.
In a way, I'd feel bad for you, if I wasn't the target you aimed at. All those years you kept me under your control, under a control like a short leash and choking collar. Beating, torturing, raping... years I wish I could forget, that still haunt my dreams to this day. You did everything imaginable to assert your dominance against me. You're a monster.
In yet I still feel bad for you. I still think that at some point in your life you were the one that was under such terrible treatment. That you were the victim. However, who you are today, desires nothing more than to make others feel the wrath and pain that you once felt. You've become your oppressor.
Now I stay at West's house, and try to live life as normally a former nation under years of hardships can. My people forget more and more everyday what they are, my name. I seem to just be a walking ghost of my past, wondering why I haven't died yet.
Thanks, Ivan. Thanks for everything.
