Monday third november of 2007
Dear Diary,
Here I am... The once great nation PreuBen.. Sitting in a basement.. From my little brother non-less.
I have done everything for him.. I made protected him, I made him an empire, I sacrificed myself for him not once but twice, first I had to give up my own kingdom for him.. A war that was started by Germans and leaded by an Austian. How ironic that the once that were killed as dogs where the Prussian, my people were kicked out from their family homes, where they have been in for centuries, and If they wanted to stay they were killed without a second thought.
Ironic.. I laughs sometimes bitterly when I think about it.
The second time was the wall of Berlin, I suffered under the monsters hands but I never complained nor I wished my brother my place, I would protect him.
I have nothing to do, I need to be annoying I need to seek attention or else I will be forgotten. Pathetic.
And that annoying moment when my brother who I raised says to me
- Do something!- I am not a nation what can I do?
- Stop bothering Austria and Hungary! - If I don't I will be forgotten don't you see?
He finds me fair enough times a burden, hilarious that I am a burden thanks to him.
I'm ashamed of myself... How could there be times that I hate him... That I wish him death... Not only him... There are others.. But ... To hate your little brother is awful.. I'm ashamed of myself.. But I can not stop it... I will not hold in anytime longer...
Liebe, Gilbert Bielschmidt
Kingdom of Prussia