"Nothing is important… he is awesome…"
Summary: A little poem for the most awesome country… Prussia…
Disclaimer: Nothing of Hetalia is of me…
A.N: This is mi first fic in English… not be cruel with me T/T…
He always has a smile in his face.
He always says that he is happy standing alone.
He says that is awesome.
He always says that he not want anybody.
He says that is a great country.
But…
For his eyes tears is falling like a cascade.
Inside his heart is breaking…
He knows that is not awesome…
He only wants somebody on him side…
He is not a country, nothing more…
He is only a rumor…
He is history…
He will be missed…
Anybody remember him…
Anybody know that he were a country.
But...
The smile in his face standing…
Because… like he says…
He is awesome…
He is Prussia…
The military and lonely
Prussia…