Prussia fell to his knees, weak. His hands trembled greatly and his eyes fluttered shut. He had been running for what seemed like hours but now, he felt safe. He was in a broken, secluded village on the south of the Prussian border.

The albino knew what was going to happen to him and although he was against every word of it, he would not fight back. There was no point, a date was set and that was it. He would rather go down awesomely than scrambling and fighting. Yet he still worried. He worried of what was to come, that people would forget about him. He worried at everything he has done would be lost and to never be spoken of. Or that the battles he won or the way he helped people would go down wrong. Like a game of Chinese whispers, a very long, old game of Chinese whispers. That over time the kids of the new generation would not hear the truth of the powerful, awesome kingdom of Prussia. They would hear of his failures.

His brother was bombing England for the first time tomorrow and he knew that the British are strong and if we are not careful we will all have hell to pay. He would have to say something, no matter if that made him sound pathetic, millions could die if we don't stop.

The young man rose to his feet, prepared to confront his brother but was stopped in his tracks by an eerie voice echoing around him. "how will they tell my story," gilbert span around is shock looking for a source of the voice "how will they tell my tale" he called out to the voice but when no answer came he realised, it was inside him. The voice called one more line "will anybody even care?". Gritting his teeth Prussia hissed, trying to block out the thought, but it was too strong. He gave in letting his mind melt into agony as the thought of being forgotten pushed its way under his skin.

He crashed to the floor once more, deep in thought. Is it better to be known or to be right? A knot tied in the stomach, he knew the answer, he just didn't want to believe it.

Forcefully punching the floor, his red eyes glinted with a spark of fire. "No. I won't be hero; I will be a good person. I will do the right thing and try to help people. I will choose love over fame and I shall feel proud."

The path has been hard but he has kept his way, he has tried and built up courage, loyalty, hope and love. But mostly he has given the world a hero. A hero who may not be remembered as a hero or even remembered at all. But he will save lives and that is the important part. No matter if people forget him, he is proud and always will be of his kingdom. The tectonic knights, the old Prussians, lesser Germany, the kingdom of Prussia. And follow: Suum cuique

A/N

Translation:

Summ cuique= to each his own.

This was based of the ending of a song called twisted from the starkid show twisted.

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