A/N: Please don't kill me for posting again ;-; I have recently had some free time on my hands… Please don't flame me… I mean, you can if you want, but… ;-;
Hetalia belongs Hidekaz Himaruya, A.K.A. not me…
Gone
Prussia was gone.
No, really.
It's not exactly new; he'd been gone for quite a while.
Prussia sometimes wishes he were gone.
Is it worse to suffer being a representation of something long gone and not soon back, than to pass on, along with the thing you've lived all your life for?
Gilbert Beillschmidt isn't a country, nor is he anything else.
Does he even exist, being such?
He is a reminder of a past, which has indeed passed, but has yet to pass on.
His leaders, gone.
His people, gone.
His land, gone.
His very name, gone.
Prussia is gone.
Gilbert wishes he were gone—his life is a nuisance to his Ludwig, Elizibeta, Roderich ...
He knows that even France and Antonio have moved on, found lovers, settled down, moves forward.
Gilbert is standing still, dragging others back.
But he has some hope.
His name is Matthew, and he too is standing still. Well, really, he rarely moves.
He is trapped, like Gilbert, but not dead.
He is trapped by others, trapped by himself—
And so the two souls trap each other.
In hopes that perhaps they can catch up, and even if they can't, then at least they can move within each
other.
Gilbert will know that Canada exists, and Matthew can acknowledge him in New Prussia, and both can
live, exist, be; together.
Even if they are the only who can tell, they have proof in each other, that they are still here; they are not
Gone.