We are strong together...The words echoed in the dying country's head as he gasped out his last breaths. No longer was he strong. He was a
falling nation. The death of him wouldn't be missed.
Prussia gagged on his own blood. 'Strong together.' Yeah, right.
Germany raced to help his brother, but when he got there, it was too late. Gilbert was beyond helping. His blood pooled beneath him, his chest
heaving, back broken. The country was no more. It would be no more. What would be come of Prussia? Ludwig knelt by his brother and grasped
his hand in his own. "Mein Bruder.."
Gilbert choked out a sob and a final string of words. "Strong..together..."
Tears fell down Germany's face. His brother, though as creepy as he was, was still his brother. "Ja.."
Prussia's hand fell limp in his brother's. He was gone. He had fallen. The country was no more...