Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia.
Rating: M (To be safe)
Warnings: Swearing, angst, blood, and anything else you can imagine. This may be sad and there may or may not be death. This is so you guys can know what you're getting into with this story.
A/n: Hello everyone and welcome to my first Hetalia fan fiction. This idea came to me a few days ago and I'm finally writing it. I'm not sure how long it may be. I haven't written in a while so please don't be too harsh.
Description: Words hurt. Sometimes more than physical blows. They can haunt you and drive you mad. But a kind word can set you free. Let's look and see what cruel words can do.
Disappear
Chapter 1:
Prussia
Not a nation…
Go away…go bother someone else...
Annoying…
Not awesome…
Go away…
Why
Don't
You just…
Disappear.
Prussia stood there just outside the door to the meeting of nations. He knew they were talking about him. He had heard this all before. His eyes were downcast and as he could hear them. Taking a deep breath, he just walked away.
Pain …heart wrenching…all the things he tried not to think about.
He was Prussia, without him where would Germany or others be. But then again maybe it would be better if he did just leave.
His own brother seemed bothered by his mere presence. Germany had Italy.
Maybe the time of Prussia was really over. After all no needed a knight any more right?
So he walked and walked. Soon Gilbert was back at his brothers, shaking his head he let himself in. Making his way down to the basement. Huh the basement, what a place for the former kingdom of Prussia. He should have seen this coming. He first made a small bed for Gilbird.
Prussia then proceeded to gather his things. His clothes, books, movies, computer, weapons, and journals. Most of it went to the curb in bins and boxes. West wouldn't be home for at least a day. So Prussia didn't have to explain himself to his younger brother.
His brother. How his heart constricted. But west would be fine without him... No one needed him. He was a bother and a burden he could see that now. Maybe he wasn't so awesome. His time had passed.
No one really wants you. You're too loud and you bother everyone. You're perverted and wrong. You have no one. No one needs you. You should have died a long time ago. You are a waste of space.
Prussia's head started to hurt from the dark thoughts that poisoned his mind. Soon his room was empty and clean. Leaving his Iron cross for Germany, and a quick note Gilbert left. He began to walk once more.
He felt odd though weaker maybe. Little sick and his head hurt so much. Stumbling and falling he caught himself. He felt so weak, coughing a bit as he stood back up. Prussia didn't notice the bit of blood that came out as he coughed. His body ached and felt so worn. Once brilliant crimson eyes were dulled and looked dead. The color of mud.
Making his way to the heart of Berlin, Prussia found what he was looking for. The last standing piece of the wall. It was set up as a memorial. Slumping down and leaning against it. Prussia waited…and waited. No one would bother him. He hoped this didn't hurt too badly. His eyes began to heavy, how he wanted to just close them but yet he could seem to keep them closed.
This was not an awesome way for him to go. But Prussia figured it wouldn't be a burden on his brother if he went this way.
Maybe it really was time.
Time for the great and awesome Prussia to just….
Disappear.
A/N: I hope it wasn't too horrible. I'm sorry it was so short. Anyway I don't know if there is a memorial in berlin but for this story there is. So what did you think? Which country would you like next? Should I continue?