Germany's Death

I held him in my arms, his blood flowing freely, the scarlet liquid flowing down his body, his life force growing weaker. He could not die, he couldn't leave me. He was mein partner, mein friend, mein kleiner bruder. His lips parted, cracking the dried blood upon them as he tried to speak.

"Prussia…*couch*…Don't go…*cough*…don't leave me groβerbruder," he gasped between coughs, his voice growing weaker and weaker.

"I won't bruder, I'll stay," I promised him. I haven't heard him call me groβerbruder in many years. Not since we were very young. Tears welled up in my eyes, spilling over. They rolled down my face and landed on Germany's hair and face. Once such a pure, clean blonde, now caked with the dirt and blood of war.

"I will stay with you bruder. I swear it," I told him my voice cracking, a sob escaping my lips as I tried to hold back my tears.

"I never thought I'd see you cry groβerbruder, Haha," He laughed a little and is thrown into a violent coughing fit.

"Germany!" I cried worried.

"I'm ok Prussia. Just promise me that you won't leave me," he said his voice growing weaker.

"I won't bruder, I swear I will stay with you," My mind screamed NO! Don't YOU leave me!

"Thank you," he said coughing and he said I know I haven't told you this in a really long time but…Ich liebe dich groβerbruder ."

I stared at him shocked before I let my face soften and smiled at him, fighting back tears, "I know, Ich…Ich liebe dich auch bruder."

"Danke groβerbruder, I can now rest in peace after hearing that," he says smiling. In my head I kept screaming Nein! Nein! Don't leave me!

Yet there was nothing I could do to stop it. I could onlystare as the light and the life evanesced from my brother's body.

"Germany…Germany! Bruder!" As I held his bloody corpse in my arms, a scream rose within me.

"GERMANY! nein," It kept rising and rising, until I could hold it in no longer.

"nein….Nein….NEEEEEEIN!"

My scream rang out over the battlefield, over the sounds of the fighting. I screamed for the pain in my chest, for the blank glassy look in my brother's eyes. I cried for the lose of mein wertvoll kleiner bruder.

My Dear Germany.