This is a fanfic from Prussia`s point of view about his dissolution, though you can pretend it`s anyone. Hetalia is not mine, it belongs to Himaruya and I am just borrowing his characters and ideas to recount a story which I wrote.
Despite what people say to our faces, despite what we tried to pretend to soothe our fears and protect the youngest of us, we are not immortal. Kingdoms, Empires, Duchies rise and fall, and the tides of time are always changing, usually not to our favor.
During our long and miserable lifespans, we have no freedoms unlike our naive and innocent citizens. We and born, chosen to walk the lonely road of being the representations of out countries by a force we do not control. We fight in wars that hurt and break us, for our selfish and manipulative leaders that want nothing but power. We have to watch our age-old friends, our siblings, our people die, remaining standing all alone thru every incident that happens.
But once we die, once we are wiped away from our cruel existence, we miss them. We miss our confident and strong people, our kind and loving leaders and our beautiful monuments. We miss the soft smiles of our friends, the heat of battles fought to save our land. We miss the snowflakes that stay on our nose and eyelashes, the soft bubbling of the creeks and the heat of the sun during warm August days.
Funny how that works, no? We hate and berate our entire life, out entire existence until that very thing is stolen away. Then we realize how precious and truly amazing our lives are.
We are not that different from the people we represent. We whine and complain without realizing that what we have is precious until we lose it all.
That is what happened to me, and as I look down upon what happens in this world where I used to be a nation, I sigh and look away, understanding that this is not my world to mess with anymore.