He couldn't even stand to look at them anymore. They were to blame for always took what matters most to him. That's what they seem to do in these World Wars anyway. In the first one they left him penniless and struggling to make ends meat. Now with the second one over they do this?
Sure his brother was a little blood thirsty and kind of an ass sometimes but that didn't give them the right to do this to completely destroy him. His hand tightened on the rose he was caring its thorns digging into palms and causing them to bleed. It only lessened the pain of loss a little.
They said it was to solve some of the problems in his country but they have no idea what they did. They didn't help him any they only made it worse by doing it. None of them seemed to even noticed the consequences as his brother started to die. Not even France seemed to care anymore. Germany set his now bloody rose on the grave marking the day that his beloved brother Prussia died. There was nothing but trinkets in that grave. The bastards didn't even leave him a body for a proper burial.
"I swear that one day those fucking bastards will pay" Germany muttered to the grave "They will pay for what they did to us, to you brother. I promise you that." The wind blew and he thought he could almost hear the laughter of his older brother.
"Goodbye East." Germany shook his head and walked away from Prussia's grave as the ran began to fall.
Worn red eyes watched as the blond German walked up to the grave. He could barely make out what the other was saying and chuckled a bit. As the other left the albino walked to his own grave and picked up the rose.
"Don't worry West" Prussia whispered as the rain drenched him "We will be together again and then East and West will have their revenge."