A/N I got the idea for this fic while watching an amv on youtube, If I die young(with Prussia). I would have linked to the video here but my computer and I had I fight and well, I didn't win... But oh, well, you can just go to youtube and search for it if you wish to find it!
Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia nor the characters.

When Gilbird stops to sing

In front of him was a grave. A grave of a person he had known for centuries, a grave that he never thought in his wildest dreams that he would stand in front of. A grave that wasn't meant to be there.

All the countries had been shocked when a wound Prussia got by being bitten by a dog took over a week to heal, over three weeks to be fully recovered. Maybe the countries started to see what was to come then, but they didn't want it to be true, they denied it. But it got worse. Prussia got cold, his wounds took the time of a human to heal and some countries, the ones who knew Prussia the best, could see that he slowly began to age. The counties finally began to accept the truth. No, accept wasn't the right word. The countries slowly began to open their eyes, but they could never accept the truth.

Prussia was no longer immortal.

China looked around himself. He saw Italy comforting Germany, the latter crying against the shorter nations shoulder, knowing he would never see his brother again. Tears streamed down Italy's face as well, but for once he didn't stand a chance against Germany's heartbreaking sobbing. It was strange, seeing a usually so strong nation completely broken and China didn't like it. To his left was Japan, quietly sobbing, Greece had put an arm around his shoulder and even though the cat-loving nation wasn't crying yet, China could see that the tears was not far away. China stared at the grave, big tears running down his face. Why? Why Prussia? Why did he had to die? WHY?

Poland had never really liked Prussia. But now, when the man was dead, sent to earth to his final rest, Poland couldn't accept it. He also felt guilty. For thinking about Prussia the way he had. For treating the way he did. For everything. And now, it was too late. Lithuania, standing next to him suddenly pulled him into a hug, sobbing against his chest, holding tight to his shirt. Poland suddenly felt the taste of saltwater in his mouth, felt the tears streaming down his face. Forgive me, Prussia, he thought. Please forgive me!

Canada was standing all alone, knowing the other nations couldn't see him. Only a few of them could see him and now one of them was gone forever. Canada felt like his heart was being crushed over and over again, Prussia's voice echoing in his head. I'm the awesome Prussia! Kesesesese! He remembered the time when he had made Prussia taste maple syrup and the man had rewarded him with the Awesome Me Award. Memories of the man and moments with him flowed through Candada and made it hard to breath.

He saw Spain clinging on to France, both of the men soaked in tears. Romano himself had a hard time keeping his tears away. But he knew that it was even worse for the remaining of the Bad Touch Trio, as there were no trio anymore. He had only met Prussia in personal a couple of times and even though the man had annoyed him a lot with his stupid laughter and his way of always thinking he was the best, Romano had somewhat got used to his behavior. Of course, Romano would never admit that. Suddenly, Spain grabbed his shoulder and threw him into a hug with Spain himself and France and then, Romano could no longer hold his tears back.

This is a black day, Austria thought as he looked around him, seeing all the nations crying, some standing by themeself but most of them hugging each other, seeking the warmth and comfort of a living. Austria himself was standing alone, crying even if he didn't knew why. He had always been in conflict with the now dead nation. But now that he was gone... He would, for some reason, miss Prussia's way to tease him, how he always made fun of Austria and was overall mean. It had become something natural to him, part of his everyday life. Learn to appreciate what you have before time forces you to appreciate what you had. That saying had never made any sense to him. It did now.

In front of the grave sat Hungary, crying with her hands covering her face. She suddenly threw her head backwards and screamed in pain and sorrow. Austria knew that no matter how hard he tried, that scream would never leave his head.

In the big tree next to the grave sat a yellow bird, completly quiet. Gilbird had stopped singing.

I'm such a horrible human being! I just killed Prussia!
Some of you might have realised that it's the 25/2 today, meaning it's the day for the official dissolution of Prussia. And you might wonder if I published this story today on purpos. The answer is yes and no. It wasn't my intentions from the beginning to publish it today, but a little while ago I learned about 25/2 and the dissolution. So then I thought; I could publish the story about Prussia's death that day. So that's what I did...