It wasn't his fault that this happened. His boss had made him do it.
It wasn't his fault.
It wasn't his fault.
It was his fault.
He stared at the place once known as Prussia.
It was in ruins. Houses lay in crumbled heaps of rubble. The streets were empty, not a human in sight. Crows cawed overhead. The acrid smell of burning rubble could be smelt from a distance.
Prussia, now barely recognizable, stood before him, pain clearly shown on his face.
For a brief moment they locked eyes.
"Bruder…"
"Goodbye, West."
And with that, Prussia disappeared before Germany's eyes.