A/N: for all of you following Shertalia, you're most likely thinking, "Why is she posting another story?" Two words for you; Writer's block. And some other unimportant things like school is starting next week, My fish (who I thought was a guy) had babies then ate most of them, and I had a close call with my parents.
This was inspired by a song called "If only for a night" by Florence & the machine. I love them but if you don't know the song look it up on you tube. I also suggest you listen to it while u read. But this is not a songfic!
Disclaimer: I don't own hetalia.
A Fallen Knight
I looked out of my window at the rain pouring down. I simply sighed and gave up playing my piano. There was nothing to play that would make the pain in my chest go away. Every one knew what Russia was doing to Prussia. But no one would stop him, because if you try and stop Russia his calling card would be on your doorstep the next morning.
My fallen knight. My poor fallen knight. And there was nothing to do. I could never save him. I could never save my self as a child, or an adult. And I was an ant compared to Russia. Only America fought him.
He promised me he would save Prussia and bring him back. But I knew deep down, Prussia was nothing but a ghost now. His kingdom was gone, and he was slowly being killed.
I had reports from spies that he was only going for one scar that would last forever. Russia, every day, would cut a strip of skin, slowly, off of Prussia back. From his left shoulder to his right hip. And then he would force Prussia to eat his skin and muscles.
It was just wrong. So wrong. The once great Teutonic knight was reduced to nothing.
I heard the door open behind me and knew it was Hungary. "Mr. Austria, someone is here asking for permission to come see you."
"Send them in."
I stood up and walked over to one of the couches and sat down. I gasped when I saw the person walk through my door. Prussia, covered in blood and wearing a black cloak. I could tell the back was coated with blood, while his face was stained with it.
"Prussia? Is that really you?" he smiled that insane smile of his that I loved more then the world. I rushed to him and hugged him. But my arms went straight through him.
"I'm so sorry Roddy. The fat basturd got me. If he hadn't killed my people I would be fine. But he got me." His smile left his face. Instead there was a sad look. He looked as though he would cry.
"I'm ghosting. I have about two hours left. If you like I can make it so you can touch the awesome me." I shook my head yes. I wasn't able to talk. He dimmed even more as I got lost in my emotions. "Specks! Concentrate! Please! It's the only way I can stay!"
I didn't hear his last words. And he disappeared. The great, almighty, awesome Prussia was gone. Forever. And I would never love again.
A/N: now you all hate me. I have no idea why but I write REALLY good tragedies. Some of my friends think it's because my life has just been filled with misfortune after misfortune. I should stop talking and just shut up for a change. Reviews make me a happy person!
