The little albino boy waited outside. He had finally lulled his little brother to sleep, and was now waiting for his father to get back. He hadn't seen him all day. Had their father forgotten about him? The little boy, Gilbert, shuttered at this thought. No, he refused to think that his Vati forgot about him. Vati would never leave him and his brother Ludwig. It would never happen. Would it?

Gilbert played slightly with a little bird, a Gilbird he called them. He had to take his mind off of his somber thoughts. He smiled slightly as the little bird loyally followed his finger in a circle. Such innocence. "Everything will be okay." he said quietly, trying desperately to assure himself. The little bird peeped, as if in agreement. Gilbert smiled and closed his eyes, drifting off to sleep. It was quite late.

Gilbert dreamed of himself as a great country, one that would be unstoppable. One that would be able to protect his little brother, and even his vati. He smiled in his perfect dream world, unknowing that his vati had just returned, covered in blood- none of which was his own. The older man, Germania, saw his son sleeping in front of their house and sighed. He went over and picked the little boy up, careful not to wake him. He smiled. Gilbert didn't seem like the same person when he was asleep. He was quiet, peaceful, the very symbol of childhood innocence. Germania brought him inside, worried the small boy would catch a cold if he stayed outside much longer. He put his gently in his bed, where the little boy started to wake up. "Huuuunnnhhh... Vati?" he opened his eyes and looked at the man he looked upon as a hero.

Germania sighed. He had not wanted his boy to see him in such a state, especially after the deed he had just done. "Go back to sleep Gilbert." he said. "Its very late."

The little Albino boy didn't go back to sleep. He sat up, staring wide eyed in fear. "Vati! You're covered in blood, are you hurt?" he asked. Germania sighed.

"Nein. I'm fine. Go to sleep." He said, smiling at Gilbert. But the child did not let up.

"Why were you gone so late? What happened? I was worried.." Gilbert stammered, sounding like a child who just woke up from a nightmare. Germania looked at him. He sat next to the boy, who stared up at him. He knew that look. Gilbert wouldn't stop asking him questions until he got an answer. A real answer. So, the older man sighed.

"My time here is almost over Gilbert. Nothing is meant to last forever." Germania said quietly, putting an arm around the young boy who whimpered.

"V-vati... what is that supposed to mean?" He asked.

"It means I have to go away for a long time... I'm positive we won't see each other again." Germania replied, looking at him.

Now the boy had tears in his eyes, a side in which Gilbert usually hid from anyone. "Vati! You can't leave! Please don't! I need you! So does Ludwig!" he hugged tightly onto his father, who sighed and slightly hugged back.

"I have to go." he said firmly. "I know it hurts. But this'll only make you stronger. You'll be a great nation Prussia." he got up and walked out of the house, leaving Gilbert stareing blankly in the direction he had left, thinking of the name his father had just given him.

February 25, 1947

Prussia read over the peice of paper handed to him by a soldier. He grimaced. "Law 46. Official proclamation of Prussia's Dissolution. Tsk. I wish I had a say in any of this." he crumpled up the paper and threw it to the corner, then backed into a wall and slid down. He was defeated, and there wasn't anything he could do about it. Germany, who had been in the room with him the whole time, looked at him. "I'm sorry Bruder. It must be terrible."

Prussia just smiled at him weakly. "Nothing is meant to last forever."