The dissolution of Prussia in the 1940's. Hungary and Prussia (as people) have been together for quite some time, but you can insert whatever Prussia/Hungary romance you want as a prolouge. Country names used.
I do not own Hetalia.
Prussia coughed raggedly, flecks of blood staining his hands. Leaning against a tree trunk, he smiled weakly as Hungary appeared, her skirt flying as she dashed toward him.
"Prussia! Oh, Prussia, you're hurt-" Gingerly she approached, eyeing the huge rips in his already tattered clothing.
"Ah, good memories. Remember, Hungary, when the Ottomans had beat you up, and I had to come and rescue you?"
She shook her head quickly and drew closer. "You didn't rescue me. Are you saying…someone did this to you?"
"Someone-Ja, someone did this to me alright."
"W-Who? Who did this?"
He laughed weakly, looking up into her eyes. "I've been feeling poorly for some time now, Hungary. You remember the last few conferences we were forced to attend?"
"Ja, ja, but-"
"My people do not stand beside me any longer. Everything has been ripped away. I…I have nothing. I am nothing. And so, like nothing…I must take my leave."
"Wait, your people…Germany? Germany did this to you?"
"You look shocked, Hungary. Does this really surprise you? After all you know of him, does it seem strange that he would abuse me for his own power?"
"He's not-not that way."
"No, no…we used to have common goals. We used to like each other…we live in the same house. But then, he did this." He paused to take a gasping breath of air. "He's weak, and he knows that. I can't blame him for what he's done. I understand him, especially now. I was the one that made him great, remember? He was just my younger brother, tagging along until I showed up to save his sorry butt. But I never told him-he is great in his own right now, and despite his sorry state of affairs, I can see...good things for him. Usually, I would protest this, but-my time has come, Hungary. It is time for me to bow out. A change for me, eh? Admitting this? No, I can leave Germany to his own affairs. But, I think-" He coughed. "I think it is my people I will miss more. Ah…the times we've shared…" He gazed off into the distance contentedly, forcing Hungary to grab his shoulders and shake him back to reality.
"Prussia, what is going on?"
"I'm dying, Hungary. Like I said, I've been feeling poorly. After, well, the wars, I…I've been losing myself. I don't mean anything to anyone anymore. It's not only Germany that's done this to me, it's…part of it was Poland, and Russia too. I've been staying with him, you know. Russia. I'm so hurt inside, Hungary-"
"I know. Germany…and Russia…have not been kind to me either."
"Oh, yeah. You were there. You came with me to Russia's house."
He winced and pressed his hand to his left shoulder, a dark stain spreading against his ragged clothing. Hungary gasped in surprise, and he simply chuckled faintly.
"Old wounds, Hungary, old wounds reopening. I'm being torn apart, for years now, torn away...I'm all I have left of myself." He coughed again, then looked up to glare at her angrily. "There is nothing more of Prussia, do you see? I am all that remains that bears that-that name! And without everything else, I-" He broke off to move his hand to his ribcage, breathing heavily.
"But, Prussia, it's okay, you can make it-"
"No. This time, even you can't heal me. I-I don't exist, Hungary, don't you see? I thought I could make it-I thought I could be strong-but I don't even have a real boss anymore. I'm stuck here under Russia, and there's nothing left of me…nothing left for me."
"But you can't go, Prussia, you-you're all that remains-"
"Please, Hungary. You're older than I am…you should have done this before. Remember the old times, eh? We had that together. You were so beautiful-"
"No, no, no, you moron! You're not going to die!"
"But I am, Hungary." He smiled up at her, then, coughing, slid to the ground. "Please, just…make it easy. Don't make this hard on me, Hungary." Weakly lifting a hand, he brushed his fingers along her cheek. "Hungary. Such a beautiful name…such a beautiful girl…"
"No, Prussia-" She cried as she knelt over him, clutching his hand to her face as tears dripped onto his faded jacket.
"W-when I'm gone…remind them, will you? Make sure I'm not forgotten. Tell Germany…about this. He won't hear of it until, well, for a long while. I really do care for him, Hungary…and for you. I don't want you to grieve, but-" He inhaled sharply again, clutching his side. "It's starting. I can feel it, the emptiness-don't go, Hungary-"
"I'm right here, Prussia."
"Don't go, I can feel it-I can bear it, I know I can, I just don't want to leave you, you all alone in this world-"
"Stop, Prussia, please, I-" The knot in her throat cut off her words, and her soft sobs reached his ears.
"Last words, hm? I suppose that-" Another cough. "That it's time. I mean what I said, Hungary, all of it, and I don't care who knows-I-I love you, Hungary. And Germany, well…I love him like a brother. He is my brother. Tell him for me, please, tell him-"
"I will, Prussia. I will."
"And-well, there's nothing much more to say now-" He coughed again, but this time, it didn't stop, instead turning into an attack which caused him to turn on his side, away from her. She forced him back onto his back and slipped her knees under his head, bending lower so that her hair formed a curtain around his face. His pale eyes were tightly shut, and she opened hers to caress his forehead lovingly. Another hiccupping sob rose from her and she clutched his barely moving body to her own, pressing her head against his broad chest. His weak gasps rattled under her ear, and each pained movement brought more tears to her eyes. Finally, he coughed again, and when it subsided, she heard no more breath in his body. A few heartbreaking moments stretched on for eternity as his heart continued to beat slower…and slower…until it, too, stopped. He lay motionless in her arms, and for the last time, she cried into his chest, hugging him closer and closer until she felt her heart would burst. The wind caused the trees to whisper overhead, but she simply cried and cried, feeling his limp body laying in her arms. Finally, she managed to wipe away the tears from her eyes and stood, looking into her last sunset beside him, then set off to find a shovel, vowing to give him the burial any country-but especially that he-deserved.