Wow the muse is smacking upside the head to get this one down before I forget it. Inspiration struck while watching a video on YouTube, so yay!

So to get on with it.

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The announcement had just been made, they were going to be dissolving Prussia. There was some debate over whether the personification of the country should be spared. They knew how to save him but most of the allies felt it was his ruthless upbringing of the instigator of the war that led to it in the first place. There would be no saving him.

Hearing the announcement and decision of the Allied powers had caused Germany to raise in anger, pleading for them to change their minds. "He isn't the one to blame here. I was the one that started things. Prussia had nothing to do with this until I dragged him into it!"

"Bruder! They've made their decision. They're the winners in this. If they want me dissolved then that's what will happen."

Everyone in the room stopped in shock and stared at the proud nation that was taking this with a lot more grace and maturity than they all expected of him.

"But, Bruder..." The emotion in Germany's voice at the serious look on Prussia's face kept everyone in the room silent, the wetness in his eyes had them turning away as the soon to be dead nation rose and strode over to his brother.

Embracing his larger brother Prussia allowed him to shed his few tears into a comforting shoulder before reaching up and taking Gilbird from his hair. "Hey Luddy, you'll look after Gilbird for me, right." And despite his strong front no one missed the hitch in his voice as he held the yellow chick out to his brother. A nod from the blonde and Prussia steps back, leaving the bird in his brother's care. "Thanks." He turns and heads for the door. This was his goodbye. It was only a matter of weeks before what had been done on paper was completed within what were his borders and he would be gone for good. No need to stretch out the pain for those he was leaving behind. As he walks down the halls of the building in which all the nations met for their meetings he lets the tears he had held back flow freely. Pausing only a moment at the doors to the outside to wipe his tears on his sleeve before pushing out to wait for the inevitable.

None of the allies were proud of what they had done, they had essentially sentenced one of their own to death. They watched in silence as he left the room, Germany falling to his knees, rare tears spilling from his eyes as he held his brother's pet gently against his chest. Only his friends, Italy and Japan stepped forward to comfort the grieving man.

Only one person in the room followed with his eyes the nation that left. The German falling to the floor and silently begging for it to all just go back to how it was before, his cue to step out. Unnoticed he followed the white haired nation through the halls. stopping when he paused at the door and not following him out. The quiet nation thought about what he would do, how he would feel if it were his own brother in this same position. He glanced back the way he had come, the image of the strong German in tears forever burned into his heart. He would be praying for a miracle to save his brother if it were him. He would be doing anything he could to save him. But the German's hands were figuratively tied. His brother was right, they had lost and to the victors go the spoils. There was nothing Germany could do. But...

Navigating through the halls the silent nation made his way to a small office so far out of the way and forgettable that most didn't even realize it was there. On the door was a red maple leaf. Setting down the white bear he carried the blonde nation headed over to a map of his lands, running his hands lightly over it until they stopped over a spot in southern Ontario. It wasn't much, barely even a blip on the radar really but. They were his people and they could save him.

Violet eyes peered over thin frames at the map where his hand hovered. It would work, to do this, it would be messy though. And he had to act quickly, time was already running out for the man he wanted to save. One last tap to the point on the map and the blonde nation strides over to his desk, grabbing up a pen and a sheet of paper he begins to draft the necessary papers while making a few rapid and hasty phone calls. He works late into the night and into the morning before laying the phone to rest and looking over the document he now held. He had managed to do it. All the arrangements had been made and he just knew it had to work. He looks tot he bear, curled up on a chair, "Did I do the right thing in saving him Kumajirou?"

The bear looks at him in thought for a moment, "Who are you?"

Letting out a tired sigh he answers, "I'm Canada."

It had been less than a day and Gilbert was curled up somewhere and thrashing in pain. Was it supposed to hurt so much? Wasn't it supposed to take longer than this? Pain explodes behind his eyes and he sees stars as though someone had clubbed him over the head with a bat. He could feel himself burning up, every muscle in his body tensed, sore and aching. One hand held across his front, trying to hold himself together, at the same time it felt as if he were being torn apart. The other hand reached out in a desperate bid for help, only to dig into the ground, clawing for the strength to get up and do something to make the pain stop. Choking out a cry as tears of pain made tracks in the dirt that had smeared on his face he fights to stay conscious. Not like this, not like this. He had once been a great kingdom. Strong, powerful, unmatched by others and now here he was alone and dirty on the ground in some forgotten corner of the world. Broken and dieing and unable to do anything to save himself. Another strangled gasp and sob covers the light crunch of boots on dried leaves. His last conscious thought/obsevation of the gentle pressure on his back before blackness takes over.

Wow I didn't even know I could do angst so seriously. I want to go cry now. Seriously anyone whose eyes don't at least glisten from reading the beginning of this is made of stone.

There will be more of this, not sure how much more but I know there has to be more.