The Last Reunion
By: Insanity's Pen
Pain is the only thing his fragile mind could register. Shivers racked his sweat soaked body. He clutched the thick blanket around himself tighter and a quick curse escaped his lips at the warmth it failed to provide.
Prussia's heart hurt. It burned in an invisible fire that seemed impossible to extinguish. It was breaking, shattering into a million smithereens. A thought bounced around in his mind and buzzed and stung like a wasp. The end. His time on this earth was coming to a close. And he knew this. If the pain wasn't enough of a sign, then his slipping mind certainly was. Lately he'd been having delirious visions from the past.
Prussia had known this was going to happen. He had known since he had been sent free from Russia's place, since the tearing of the Berlin Wall. That had been one of the happiest days of his life.
The great reunion had to be celebrated, obviously, and what better way to do that than with beer and a huge party? Laughter and tears filled the streets and children ran amuck everywhere. Families, friends and strangers alike came together to celebrate. Prussia himself was ecstatic at the chance to be with his brother once more. The night was spent with dancing cheering and lots of drinking. Prussia and Germany were finally going home together, stumbling and laughing along down the street. Snow had started to fall, covering the earth in a blanket of pure white. Their voices sounded loud and echoed through the quiet night.
Before the pair had reached their destination, Prussia noticed a group of men coming down the street opposite of them. They stumbled ungracefully with half empty bottles in their hands.
"No more East! No more West! Just Germany!" one man slurred. The rest just gave a cheer and took a swing from their drinks. Those words made Prussia pause in his steps. The man was right. There would be no East Germany or West Germany. Just Germany. One unified country. Despite feeling startled and suddenly depressed, he felt proud. His little bruder was becoming stronger. He smiled softly at the thought.
The pains began soon after. As more and more people began calling themselves Germans, Prussia slowly began to fade from people's minds. Every person becoming German felt like a needle was pricking him. It had started out bearable, but as time passed, the pain grew to the point where he would pass out. He kept remembering things, wars and arguments as well all the fun and memorable moments, sad ones, too.
Prussia rolled onto his back and looked up at the ceiling with determination. If his time was limited, the he'd spend it the right way, the awesome way. Ignoring the pain in his legs he stood from the bed and sat at his desk. He pulled out a pen and began writing.
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