A/N: I didn't think I'd be posting anything so soon! Yay for ore-sama!

Warnings: Don't..please don't read this. I don't know why I am posting this, but I think this is too angsty and Oh-God-I-came-across-a-video-in-youtube-and-I-had-to-do-this! Prussia needs so much more love!

Remnant

"Nobody asks the Flame of his heart, whoever he touches someone with Love turns into ashes."

"Fatal Flag of the Black Eagle", "Living Sword" - how many more names had he been bestowed upon with? He had lost count.

He had had a long history. A war-riddled, crappy one, at that. But still he wished to go back. Certainly, he had been alone even then, but his countrymen, his Bosses, Old Fritz – they had been enough for him. More than enough.

Now the only person left was West. And he wasn't fun at all. Besides, Gilbert had found himself secretly resenting his younger brother after Prussia had been merged forever with Germany.

Sure, he had friends. Roderich, Elizaveta – not exactly friends, were they? Though Gilbert crashed in on them, he wasn't really as insensitive as he let on. He knew that they both wanted to get rid of him. And that fueled him on even more. His love, and his first friend...of course, Prussia and Austria had a rather rocky relationship in the past, but surely that was behind them now?

All the others were either annoyed with his awesome attitude, or pitied him since he no longer was a nation.

Only Mattie seemed to understans – but Gilbert sometimes got the idea that Mattie simply tolerated him. He didn't know why. But seeing America and Mattie's interactions, he had gone into a dreadfully long( and migrane-inducing) analysis of why Mattie bore America. And theirs seemed to be similar, though he wouldn't admit it to anyone else. After all, Mattie surely understood his awesomeness and that's why...

Gilbert gave a sigh. He knew he wasn't so awesome any more. When he had been Preußen, he had been awesome. Without a dount. He had held his own, even against the combined armies of France, Hungary, Russia and Austria.

But now he wasn't the awesome Prussia anymore. Now he was Gilbert Weillschimdt. Simply Gilbert Weillschimdt. Prussia had been dissolved.

Nobody would understand this pain, the pain of being nothing.

Of course, he was lonely all along. Hungary and Roderich called him a strategy-less fool even in his prime. He had replied with triumphs in war.

But how could he reply now?

The Prussian Empire was gone and with it Gilbert's purpose to live.

Sometimes he thought maybe it would have been better to simply have gone with Prussia. To have faded away. Maybe if there was a heaven that countries had, an afterlife, a God, he could persuade Him to let him be with Old Fritz again.

The others criticised his attitude. What they didn't see was that that attitude was the only link between the awesome Prussia and one Gilbert Weillschimdt.

The only thing remaining between him and death.

A/N: 'Kay, as I said,this was all done on an impulse. I know this was a crappy fic, and I warned at the beginning. Well, at least it was short^^"

The war I mentioned was the Seven Years' War. There's a fantabulous thing called Battle of the Dying Heroes on Youtube about it. Look it up. Its the definition of E-P-I-C. Sorry for not giving the links, but I feel too lazy(so what's new?)