Note: I considered Prussia and GDR/East Germany to be one.

Warnings: Yeah, this is fictional and historically inaccurate. Some grammar mistakes.

Chapter 1

As Russia stepped out of the black car, he tilted his head up. Beautiful, light snow gently falling from the vast gray sky. It was the kind of weather he was used too, it's calm and gentle, yet cruel—just like him. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes then followed by a long exhale that escaped out from his mouth. It's been awhile since he last visited this place. As much as he doesn't want to come back here, today, he has to.

Two uniformed guards approached and greeted him as he walked towards the main entrance of the building; providing an umbrella to shield him from the snow. A man in black suit opened the door. "This way Sir. I'll lead you to the conference room." He said after he courteously bowed his head slightly. Russia tapped away the thin snow that landed on his shoulders.

"Better to get this over with." Russia said to himself. He had a stern look on his face. He remembered the last time he walked on this same old hallway, it's been years but it still felt like it was just yesterday. He thought that his memories regarding the last time he was here was gone, yet it's starting to come back to haunt him again—it was painful. The reason he was here at has nothing to do with the past, but for the future, for the sake of his country and his people.

The man opened the conference door room for him to enter. Russia tried to show his usual friendly smile as the other nations turned their heads to him. His allies welcomed him; some nations still felt intimidated and avoided to look at him. He was used to this kind of treatment; it's not really a big deal for him. Russia sat on the chair where he was assigned to, he greeted France who is seated beside him on his right. He looked around; it's really nice when many countries gather up in this world meeting. Even though different languages were heard throughout the huge conference room, language barrier isn't really an issue for most since they're able to understand what they want to express through intuition maybe.

Across the table on where Russia's seated was an empty chair, labeled for Germany. His mind visualized the past. He lost count on how many previous World meetings it has been since the time that there were two chairs for the Germans; the West and the East. But now it's just one, only Germany. A hand on his left shoulder woke Russia up; he turned his head and saw his younger sister Belarus.

"Brother…" she called him in a soft voice. "Are you okay?" she asked Russia with a concerned look on her pretty face. Russia just smiled at her and said to go back on her seat. Belarus knew what Russia went through when he loss Prussia. She doesn't want to cause anymore pain and trouble so she tried to behave and not meddle to her brother's affairs.

"Everyone, may I have your attention. The world meeting is about to start." Germany's voice echoed that caught the countries' awareness. As the host country for the world meeting, he started the opening remarks. He went to his seat afterwards and let America on the podium and let him take charge. After a straight six hours of conference regarding politics, finance, defense, trades and everything that covered the entire nations' interests, day one for the world meeting ended.

At the lobby, some countries assemble up with their own private meetings. Russia decided to just stay on his hotel room and rest. As he walked towards the exit, he heard France called him. He turned his attention on the left side. Seated on the lobby chairs were Spain, England and South Italy, Germany was standing behind North Italy.

"We're gonna have some pizza and beer, wanna come?" France invited Russia as he approached him.

"Well…" Russia timidly smiled. He's not really in the mood to go out.

"Come on, everyone's been busy with economy these days. You need to have some fun with your friends once in awhile, right?" Spain added with a smile on his face.

"Friends…" Russia said to himself.

"We'll all be happy if you come." North Italy cheerfully said to Russia. "Right Germany?" he added as he turned to the man behind him."

"Ah…Yes." Germany awkwardly answered.

The group hangs out on a popular pub near the hotel where the countries will be staying. Occasional conversation topics where issues regarding what's has been happening around lately. How they cope up with financial situations and problems in recent times. Despite the serious discussion, some of them were being silly due to the effects of the booze they've been drinking. They deserve some fun time after all the headaches that coincide for being a nation.

Russia looked at the beer bottle that he's holding. It was the brand and type of beer that Prussia preferred. He glanced at Germany, he was already tipsy and being funny. Not the usual serious Germany you would see everyday. Hours ago, it was really awkward to be in the same company with him. But after few chats here and there, Russia was able to adjust and started to be comfortable with them since these guys where the ones Prussia grew up with. Everyone was happy and seemed to have moved on from Prussia's/East Germany's dissolution —but not Russia.

"Haha! How I wish Prussia was here to see your face!" Spain blurted out laughing that made the group to shut up—it was an awkward silence. No one wanted to talk or bring about what happened in the past.

"Brother would really mock me if he was with us right now." Germany smiled and took a gulp on his beer "I can already hear his annoying laugh in my head." He added with a giggle.

"Germany…" North Italy tilted his head worriedly looked at the man beside him.

"I'm okay." Germany patted Italy's head and smiled. "To my awesome older brother…" he lifted his beer bottle high and offered a toast to honor his fallen brother.

"To Gilbert." Spain and France also lifted their bottle followed by England and the Italys.

Russia was silent, he just stared at the beer bottle he's holding with both hands. He was trying to hold back his tears. He stood up from his seat and politely said "I need to go back at the hotel now. Thank you so much for inviting me." he said with a forced smile on his face, masking his true feelings and hastily went out of the pub. He may have acted a bit rude to leave the others in that way, but he just wants to be alone.

He really had no plan to go back at his hotel room that early, doesn't really care where his feet take him. But luck was on his side; he stumbled across an empty park. This would be a perfect place to while away some time. He held two bottles of Vodka, each one on both hands. Saw a wooden bench few feet away from him, cleared the snow covering it and dropped him self slouching and sat on the cold surface.

He took a long gulp from one of the bottles as he looked up on the dark sky. Beside from his winter coat, the alcohol kept him warm tonight. All he can think about was Prussia, unaware that the clear liquid from the bottle already spilled on his side. He just noticed it when his right knee down to his foot was already wet. He cursed and took a deep sigh. How can he improve and have progress when he can't even let go of the past.

A flash of light caught his attention. It was only the guards patrolling the site; they weren't able to notice him since he was on a poorly lighted corner beside a tree. He looked farther on the left; it was the building where the World meeting was being held. He stood up from his seat and went to the main entrance. Two guards were on the look out. Russia walk into the short staircase, wanted to go inside the building but the guards stopped him.

"Sorry sir but no one is allowed to enter the premises at this time." one of the guards said. Russia glanced down but kept his head on its current level. He's aware that the guards are equipped with high caliber firearms.

"It's cold. I just want to stay inside even for just few minutes." He calmly said followed by a smirk.

One of the guards noticed that Russia was holding bottles of liquors and obvious that he's not in his normal state. The guards looked at each other anxiously and thought about how to handle the situation since they felt intimidated and a bit terrified. "S-Sorry sir, but it's the protocol."

"Fine." he scoffed, turned around and walked away. The guards were in great relief to see him disappear from their sight not knowing that Russia actually sneaked on the side.

All he need is a distraction; he emptied the vodka bottles and threw it on a wall near him, shattering the clear bottles into pieces. The guards were immediately alerted from the sound. They left their post to check on it letting Russia to quietly and stealthily enter the building.

Found the conference room at the second floor of the building then sat on the chair where he was seated earlier. The room was dimly lit only at one corner, engulfing two-thirds of the area in darkness. It was very quiet, a deafening silent. He stared still at the chair at the parallel side. He recalled the memories that day, the day where Prussia, who was then East Germany, reunited with his younger brother West Germany. But it was also the last day he saw Prussia alive. In order to create a new Germany, Prussia should sacrifice and vanish for his younger brother to take over.

Despite the knowledge that if East Germany would die if he'll combine with West Germany. Russia who was then the former Soviet Union wasn't able to stop it; he was the only one who's against the dissolution. But he knew how Prussia wanted to be with his brother. He wanted it so badly to be with West Germany even though it'll be his demise. Russia remembered how happy Prussia hugging his brother, his laugh, and those happy tears that fell down on his cheeks. The way he smiled, not showing any care that he'd be gone any moment. As long as he is with his brother, he can die happily and content.

At that time Russia can't do anything but stare at the German brothers. How he wanted to say Prussia's name, to call his attention but he stopped himself from doing so. He doesn't want to spoil that family moment. Russia patiently and eagerly waited for Prussia to look at him for one last time but Prussia never did. France, Spain, Italy and the other nations went closer to the brothers, few nations at first then followed by an overwhelming crowd. Words of gratitude and triumph were heard everywhere, Russia knew that this is the beginning of the end of the cold war. He can feel that he's losing, but losing Prussia is more painful than losing the war.

It was too much for Russia, he felt that he was already being pushed away from Prussia. He stood from his seat and about to walk out. He can't tolerate to see what will happen next. But he glanced back and anticipated that Prussia would even spend last minute to talk or even care to find him, yet his hopes failed him again. Deep inside, Russia felt unwanted, abandoned and unimportant. It hurt so much that the one he loved and cherished the most made him feel this way. And just a few months later, he as the Soviet Union crumbled and transitioned to the presently him, the Russian Federation.

He bends his upper body over the table, resting his head against the flat wooden surface. He slid his left forearm to cover his face, preventing any tears to escape from his eyes. He was mumbling to himself to stop thinking about it, to accept the reality that Prussia is long gone. But even now just to think about it made him feel awfully this way.

He regretted that he didn't have enough courage that time to oppose the allies' decision to remove Prussia off the map. Russia blamed himself, even though he was a superpower nation, he felt coward and weak. He was remorseful to the fact that he should have talked to Prussia and said his final farewell to him. His guilt clouded his mind as he sobbed himself to sleep.

A slow creaking sound from the door woke Russia up. He gently opened his eyes and slightly lifted his head to check his surroundings. The first thing that he noticed is that a dark brown trench coat was placed on his upper body that served to cover him from the cold. Still half conscious, Russia turned his head to his right and looked at the farthest corner where the door is located. His eyes went widely open and he became fully awake when the saw the back of the person who just left the room.

"It can't be…" Russia mumbled. He was frozen for a second caused by the shocked. He hurriedly stood up from his seat and followed the person.

TBC.

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