Summary: At the end of WW2, Prussia was formally dissolved by the allies. Gilbert was dead, but a land with people and culture could not be without a representation. What if there, on the land where Prussia was born, between Poland and the Baltic states, appeared a child. With two souls trapped in one body, will they both ever be free? Will another tormented with the soul of a long dead empire realize his love towards his dearest ally and friend?

Chapter one: Ich bin Ostpreußen

It was a warm June night in the city of Königsberg. The city which now lay in ruins was the capital of the once great Kingdom of Prussia. On the cobblestone streets of the destroyed city stood two brothers, Gilbert and Ludwig, with arms wrapped around each other in a tight embrace. The air was filled with an overwhelming sense of sadness and melancholy as they prepared for what would come. The treaty that would officially end the empire that the brothers had created was being signed. Most of the territory they've amassed would be returned to the countries they were stolen from. The allies (except China), like vicious hungry wolves had decided to split Germany's land amongst themselves and put him to work as their servant. It seemed Germany would once again have to make cuckoo clocks for France, yet the the fate of Prussia was much worse still.

The allies saw no other choice but to dissolve the once mighty Kingdom of Prussia. The brothers were helpless, their fates in the hands of their enemies. It was true that the German leaders had committed horrors the likes of which had never before been seen, but a country is not to blame for the actions of those in power. Nonetheless, the allies wanted justice and Prussia would receive no mercy. For him, the sentence was death.

Two sets of eyes watched as the brothers embraced each other, tears streaming down their cheeks in likeness of a waterfall. Yet the sets of eyes who watched did not shed any tears at all. The nations those eyes belonged to were hurt horribly by the war that Germany began, and they were in no mood to forgive or forget. The war had lost one of the nations, named Lithuania, his independence. It nearly cost the other nation, named Poland, his life. Poland was on the verge of the same fate that Prussia was handed, but like a phoenix he rose up from the brink. To Poland, this was a just revenge. He and Lithuania had been charged with keeping watch of Germany and Prussia's final moments together.

"Bruder, this is my fault. I'm sorry." Germany cried, his voice filled with all the sorrow and regret in the world. Prussia shook his head solemnly. "Nein bruder, no need to apologize. This is not your fault." Then he began to disintegrate. Blood started to pour out of his body as his flesh began falling to ash and dust. Even Poland and Lithuania began to cry. Germany's cries grew louder and all the more painful as his brother slowly turned into a pile of ash and blood. Then, the last words fell from Prussia's mouth. "Don't cry over me bruder, because in the end, even in the very end, I am still awesome." Only seconds later, Prussia was gone.

Germany stood frozen near the pile of ash and blood that was once his brother, to shocked. He said in barely audible whisper, "Bruder, Holy Rome, I'm sorry." A ghostly voice from long ago replied to him. "Go. Go to him and live the life that I can't, no matter how much I wish I could." Germany nodded. "You are right, Holy Roman Empire. Italy must be worried sick and terrified.", he said in a sad and lonely tone as he walked away from the place his brother died.

Poland and Lithuania looked at each other. Confusion was written all over their faces. "Who was he talking to?" Lithuania asked. Poland shrugged. "How should I know? There was like totally nobody there!" Poland exclaimed.

The two nations turned back to where Prussia had died. To their surprise, there was a little child with pale skin, silvery white hair, and unmistakable red eyes in the pile of ash and blood that was once Prussia. He couldn't be older than two years old "Who are you?", they asked the young boy.

The child responded in a solemn, high pitched voice, "Ich bin Ostpreußen." (I am East Prussia.)