Welp, here it is. The PruLiech collection fic.
Resonant Hearts
There was once a time where he and Elise were not on the best of terms. She'd once been grand, though still a very small, unnoticed nation; she'd swing her sterile silver sword around carelessly, watching as life drained out of intruders, enemies or not, before turning on her heel and heading back to her marvelous castles once more. She'd had her long mane of flowing golden hair back then as well, with brighter teal eyes and a delicate, porcelain face to match, along with the heavy suits of armor or the lightweight war clothes she would wear over the red-violet dress and forest-green military coat she stuck with now.
Back then, he'd still been foolish and reckless—he'd still been a troublemaker, roaming around and messing with whomever he could find. Those were the days he was convinced Elizabeta was a lad, and the days where he wasn't so self-conscious and worrying about trivial matters. He still looked fairly much the same, what with glittery silver locks and harsh crimson eyes, despite having been a different entity —Teutonic Knights, that he was back then; but he much rather preferred the laid-back, fading-away lifestyle he had now, watching over his younger brother and baring the dissipating name 'Prussia.'
He'd sometimes wander over her borders and, akin to the nature of Vash in the current times, she'd charge at him with a small little army to back her up, and he'd run away (cowering, if you would, but he could never degrade himself like that), only to bug her again some days later. She'd been much more moody back then, and less accepting of excuses or mistakes; it was quite a change for him, watching her morph into the kind, sweet, polite lady who stuck closely to her adoptive brother's side like an extra limb. Sometimes, he yearned for the wilder, energetic days back then, where she'd holler at him and give chase at his retreating figure, but other times, he preferred the friendly attitude she held towards him now, her charitable nature and her benevolent, extremely tolerant personality.
He still enjoyed simply watching her during the World Conferences he begged his brother to allow him into; for the fact that he was not a country anymore resulted in his banning of entering the World Conferences unattended, and he lost much 'warmth', if he had any, between other countries, despite his imminent death. She'd cut her hair decades ago, to match the hairstyle of her brother's; at first, he'd found it stupid and pointless and scoffed, but now, he found it endearing and adorable, how loyal she was to him and how she'd give up nearly anything for him.
She'd seemingly grown smaller, and had shed the malicious, dreadful aura that had once hung constantly around her. She'd grown quiet and thoughtful, gentle and careful, always aware of what was going on around her and always wearing a small, delicate smile on her ivory face. She'd even warmed up to him, he who'd caused her so much trouble and annoyance in the past, and she'd willingly skip over to his house (against her brother's rules and wants, even!) just to hang out with him, though it took him much too long to decipher the pink tinge that blossomed on her face whenever she came to see him.
He'd only figured it out, decoded her actions and the carefulness of her words around him, just moments before his judgement was passed upon him and pale, golden lights flittered into the air softly around him, beginning to consume him before long. He'd only figured out the speed of his heart and the lightheaded feelings he got when she was around or within sight just then, increasingly lifeless red eyes cast towards the sky, pallid lips moving and attempting to gasp and whisper out complaints and whines and denials, like he always did, no matter what entity he'd been represented as.
But he had already decided the change was always for the best, and he'd determined that if his feelings were to be set in stone, than he wouldn't mind his identification being engraved into obsidian, stuck before the empty ground space below.
Sad and short, but I personally like it.
~~Moxie Rayne