Ludwig stumbled into the room and collapsed on the couch. He looked tired and stressed out and I knew that he just returned from a meeting with his boss.

"West?"

He looked at me with weary eyes and shook his head.

"It's no use Gilbert. The Allies wont stop and my boss refuses to change his mind. I don't know what to do. Everything seems to be closing in around me and no one seems to care about me."

I looked at him in surprise and anger. Through the past few months I had done nothing but stay by his side every time the boss wanted him to do something despite what he felt. Today he had tried to fight back a little and change his boss's mind but it was no use. Hitler was going to continue his needless slaughter and the Allies were never going to back down from stopping him. I was helping the best way I could because according to the rest of the world I no longer existed as a power. If I could put another army behind West's back to help him I would. I have no power, no army, and no standing in the world. The best I can do is be there for my brother.

"No one, West?"

He shamefully looked at the ground. I simply turned and walked to my room. It was easy for him to say things like that now that I was on the verge of being dissolved. Looking back on the years, I realized I was the only power being broken up. I was one of the Great 5; United Kingdom, France, Russia, Spain, and Me. Now, not even my best friends could save me. West couldn't even save me. My own brother, powerless under his boss's hand. But this isn't about me, its about him and how I can help him whether he wants it or not. I walked back out to the living room, where West was still laying on the couch with his hand covering his eyes.

"West? You awake?" He looked at me with a sidelong glance and removed his hand from his eyes.

"I'm sorry Gil, I've just been so stressed out lately. The Allies are breathing right down my back, and my boss is just as stress inducing. I know you're always there for me, but I wish the other nations would listen when I say that I can't stop what he's doing. I want it to stop just as much as they do. Whether they are blonde, brunette, ginger, Jews, Christians, Muslim, or Atheist, they are all my people. The way things are, it's going to be a repeat of WWI at the end when they decide who to blame. It will always be my fault."

"Why should it be your fault? That ass of a boss came from that music freaks house! There should be no reason why it's your fault. Tell them to blame Roddy! Things are going to be bad enough without the rest of the world sneering at us because of something we didn't have a choice in!"

"Gilbert, it's just not that easy and you know that." There was a knock at the door. "Doitsu!Doitsu! It's me, Italia!"

I rolled my eyes and went to get the door. The last thing my brother needed was that annoying Italian. He wasn't doing anything to help in this war. The invasion of France he tried to pull, ended up in complete disaster. The best things this vexatious person could do was stand around, wave his white flag, and eat pasta. As I opened the door I was in for a rude surprise. His brother, who was just as useless, was with him.

"Prussia! Where's Doitsu?" he asked as he walked passed me. "Doitsu! What happened to you are you ok?"

My brother looked at the Italians with tired eyes and a weaker smile.

"I am just a little tired Feliciano. The meeting today went horrible, and I have even more paper work to deal with and letters to send to loved ones who are now missing a husband, brother, uncle, or son. I fear that I may not get much sleep tonight."

Romano looked at Germany as if he were diseased and it might leap onto him in any second. I really didn't want them bothering my brother.

"Can I make you anything Doitsu? Pasta? Pizza? Wurst? Tea? Beer?" Feliciano looked eagerly at West. I just wanted it to stop. He was my brother and I was the only supporting him even though they allied together. I just knew that if I was still a nation, I would have been the first person West would have asked. He wouldn't have needed any other ally. This war would have ended already and the other nations would have been bowing down to us like they were supposed to, instead of blaming us for everything. I was starting to get very angry that these two had come in the middle of my conversation with my brother.

"No Italy, I am fine. If I need anything I will let you know though." West smiled at Feliciano. Romano didn't look to happy about it, but he would follow his brother to the ends of the earth. Much like I would with West. "Are those flowers for me?"

The Italian looked down in his hands, and remembered he was carrying flowers. "Yes! They are Cornflowers. I know they are your favorite. I'll go put them in a vase." He walked into the kitchen leaving me, West, and Romano alone.

"You're lucky I'm even here you potato freak. My brother heard you've been having a rough time getting your boss to listen to you, so he decided that he was going to rush right over, and I got dragged along."

As usual, my brother ignored Romano but he was really starting to irritate me. Feliciano came back with a blue vase full of the blue flowers and set them on the side table next to my brothers head. He smiled his annoyingly stupid smile, then walked back over by Romano.

"I wish we could stay longer and make you feel better, but my boss wants Feliciano and I back soon." Romano said. "Please feel better and stop working yourself so hard." Italia added.

With that, the older Italian pushed Feliciano towards the door while he was waving. I followed and shut the door the second they were out it. I turned back around to find that West had his hand over his face again. I walked into the kitchen to make some dinner. I couldn't cook as well as the Italians, but I knew exactly what was going to make West feel better: good old fashioned wurst and potatoes.

"Bruder, are you hungry?" I shouted from the kitchen. I didn't get an answer. Poking my head out of the kitchen, I could tell that he was asleep. Deciding not to wake him, I only made one helping and ate alone at the table. It gave me time to think. If I was going to be dissolved then what was West going to do without me? Would I just disappear, die, or still exist but be a normal human? It was scary to think of, and I knew the decision was going to come soon. The Allies were closing in on us, we were constantly losing battles, our boss was on the verge of going insane, if he hadn't already, and . The end was coming fast and it was already too late to try to fix things.

I put my plate in the sink and walked over to the couch. It was a chilly April so a blanket was necessary. I covered up West and went to bed myself. Maybe things would get better in the morning.