Prussia is one sided love with Hungary. T_T for Prussia. I was listening to the song "The man who could not be moved" by Straight no Chaser and this came out. Some of Prussia's thoughts are from the song. Also this is not bated so forgive the mistakes (and please tell me! ^_^). I'll fix them at a later date. And the customary: Please review and all that jazz!

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia or the song: The Man who can't be moved.


He was going back the place he first saw her. He was not going to be moved. Not until she came to him.

Austria is going to marry Elizavetha! His Hungary! She is the only one awesome enough for his awesome self. Prussia sighed and continued to walk aimlessly in the streets heading away the one place he wanted to be and away from her. He would not go the wedding. It would hurt too much. Not that he would ever admit that to anyone. Ever.

So he wandered around the city of Vienna, thinking. Hungary did not want him. That still shocked him. Why Austria? She was better than that. That lame aristocrat he could not fight as well as himself or even her! He won the Austro–Prussian War! He was a much better, more awesome choice. But no, she chose Austria.

Prussia looked back at the Cathedral that the wedding was going to be in. This really sucks. He knew if He was there inside he would do something really stupid. And Hungary would kill him if he ruined the wedding. So Prussia did not go. He was now alone and he needed to accept that. But how could he move on when he was still in love with her?

So he walked. He was heading to the place he first saw Hungary. It was a battlefield unsurprisingly or it was way back then when they first met. She looked just like her soldiers but smaller. Prussia thought this would be an easy battle because the Country was so small (he just ignored he was just as small). He was wrong. Hungary beat him so utterly it was sad.

That made her awesome, not that he would EVER tell her that. Especially since she was now going to be married to the Austrian wimp. That battle field was now a corner in a city he did not remember the name of. He would walk there and hope she would come to him because if one day she would wake up and find that she missed him. She would wonder where he would be. Hungary knows that Prussia would go back the place they had met at.

He just sat on the corner of the street with a black and white formal picture of Hungary. She was not smiling. He wished it was possible to smile in pictures because her smile was absolutely beautiful. It was getting cold as night fell and a policeman who was wearing a Prussian police uniform, told him to move but he waved him off. He was not broke; he was just a broken hearted man. So this town is in his own land. Good to know.

By now the wedding must have taken place. She must be married to that man. The Austro-Hungarian Empire by now was legal. That very thought hurt.

This sucks and is not awesome. He needed to back in Berlin soon but he was going to stand here in hopes of her coming to this small town's corner because Hungary changed her mind.

Gilbert sighed. He needed to get back to Berlin. But he looked back up to the sign on the corner and wished that he could stay at the corner and just wait.

As he walked away he allowed himself a dream. He would wait and become famous as Gilbert not Prussia because he would wait for her. He could almost see her now. She would come running to the corner and tell him that she had known all along that she really needed him and his awesomeness instead of Austria and his music.

Prussia shook his head and continued to walk away. He swore that he would come back the next day or month or the next year and he would not be moved until Hungary comes to the corner that they first met at.