Hi everyone this is my first fanfic so sorry if it sucks XP. Constructive criticism strongly appreciated and if i did something drastically bad don't be afraid to tell me that. I'm not really sure about the "don't put author's notes in the fanfics" thing but I've seen it done on other fanfics so... Anyway this is a very short prologue and there's more; it just didn't fit with chapter one.
Prologue
How Holy Rome hated the rain.
Those large, bitter cold, droplets that smacked the ground with an unappealing "plop", then mixed in streams and rivers of the same disgusting, deplorable, unnecessary cold.
It reminded him too much of tears, and that's the last thing he wants to think about as he stood over his grandfathers half frozen body.
"Stay with me grandpa, please, I know you can, you've fought in so many battles…"
"Aye, son, but this will be my last."
"But grandpa, you don't have to lost this last battle, I know Prussia's coming, I know it, I know it, he promised…"
"Auf Wiedersehen, Holy Rome, my boy… how you've grown…" Germania's eyes glazed over, but somehow he clung on to the strength to continue, "remember,, no matter how many battles you may win––or lose, as may be the case for you…" a series of coughs racked Germania's body. And Holy Rome realized his grandpa, the great Germania, was crying. Tears flowed unrestrained out of his deep azure eyes, and he repeated the only thing that mattered, as Germania slowly relented and gave up on his last battle that he was doomed to lose.
"Ich liebe dich, grandpa. Ich liebe dich. Ich liebe dich…" As if that, somehow, might make the moment less painful, the experience less real. But of course it did nothing. He saw the moment that Germania's already expressionless eyes seem to lose its brilliant blue hue, as his already soft breathing melted and stopped, indistinguishable from the breath of the wind.
"Ich liebe dich."
And it was then that Holy Rome resolved to never, ever, say that phrase, to anyone, again.