Proluge: Once Upon a Battlefield
It's been nearly two thousand years since my little brother, Holy Roman Empire, went off to war like we all do at some point in our existance. I waited by the gate as he said goodbye to his little girly girlfriend. She gave him a broom and he gave her a kiss (unfair trade if you ask me).
"You ready to become an Empire little bruder?" I asked.
"I'll be right there." he called as he gave his girlfriend one more look before joining me at the gate.
I didn't see much of him on the battlefield. This was his war, and, no matter what our hippie father says, he should fight it himself. I only stopped by to check up on him and mess with him.
"So, you're not a free Empire yet?" I'd tease. "Looks like Francy Pants stepped up his fighting game. You should just call quits."
"You're wrong!" he'd yell at me. "I'm going to win this war, my land, and even expand around the world! That should be more than enough to show France that I won't be messed with!"
I'd just keep on teasing him, saying things that now, I wish I never said. I didn't know then, but what I said jinxed his whole army and chance at the war.
I made my way to him before he left for his final battle. "Wait!" I stopped him. "I wanted you to have this." I stated, handing him my silver cross pendent. "It's in your title to be holy, so it might give you good luck. And if you ever get scared, just sing our song."
"Prussia!" he yelled as he hid his face.
Just to tease him more, I sang the song I used to sing to him to get him to sleep when he was younger. "Over the wind, 'cross the sea, hear this song and remember,"
He sighed as I paused and we both sang. "Soon you'll be, home with me, once upon a december!"
We chuckled for a while before I sighed and smiled at my little brother. "Just sing that song to yourself to calm your nerves. Or you can sweep Francy Pants to death!"
Holy Rome laughed a little smiled back at me. "Thank you." he stated with a smile as he hugged me before he went off to battle. "I'll see you on the battlefield!" he called as he ran off.
As I approtched the battlefield, I saw all of Holy Rome's men either dead or too wounded to fight. In the middle of the field was that Francy Pants fighting Holy Rome on sword point, and my little brother wasn't doing so well. I argued with myself on wheather or not I should help. 'He needs a chance to prove that he's not a girly man boy.' one side of my mind stated. 'But he's only a few centeries old, just a child.' the other argued.
By the time I made up my mind, France already had Holy Rome on the ground unarmed and ready to slice 'n dice him. I saw France pull him up by his collar, probably requesting last words. After I saw that, I did something I still regret to this day. I shut my eyes and turned my head.
When I looked back, both France and Holy Rome were gone. I gazed over the army and fell on my knees. So manny human lives were lost during those thirty years of war. My whole army was gone. Holy Roman Empire, my only little brother, my one underling, I never saw him again.