You clenched your jaw, anger burning in your blood. Your [E/C] eyes are ablaze with disgust. You couldn't believe what the allies were doing.
The date is February 25th 1947, a day you will never forget, no matter how hard you try.
Russia and America are holding you back, bruising the skin of your upper arms. You struggle vainly.
Prussia is on his knees, beaten and broken, but still smirking. England walks over to him, his green eyes bright.
"We've come to the decision, that you, Prussia, are just too dangerous to remain a country." He says, like he was talking about the tea he'd had an hour before.
"No!" You howl, pained at the thought of losing him.
His ruby eyes widen in disbelief, but then return to normal. He looks to you, eyes soft. England once again begins to speak, " You are to be dissolved, and then given to Russia."
You shake and lift your eyes to Russia, the man helping hold you. His cold, violet eyes slice your soul, "All become one with Mother Russia, da?"
You shudder and return your gaze to Prussia. He looks shocked, scared even, but doesn't show any other weakness.
"Let me go! Please, don't take him!" You cry out, tears stinging your eyes. Russia tightens his grip and you whimper in pain. You push your gaze to Germany, and your eyes burn, screaming hate at him.
'This is your fault.' They say to him. He looks away guiltily.
"Let her go. Let her say her goodbyes." England says and moves away from Prussia. America and Russia let you go, Russia squeezing hard once more.
You sprint to Prussia, and fall to your knees, cupping his face in your hands.
England gestures for everyone to leave, to give you and Prussia privacy. Your lips tremble and tears are trailing down your face.
"G-Gilbert, are you o-okay?" You ask, beg, plead.
He nods, but you can see the lie in his ruby eyes. You don't care though, the false reassurances help.
You run your thumbs along his cheekbones, searching for something, anything that would make you forget what was happening.
"Hey, don't cry. I'm still here," He grins, more smirks actually, "I'm way to awesome too die." He says, as if reading your worst fears.
"Gil-" He cuts you off.
"Damn it all, [Name] this isn't the end!" He almost yells, his eyes buring with determination.
"I love y-you, so so much. I c-can't lose you, Gil." You say between sobs.
He takes your hands off his face and holds them between his. His eyes hold yours.
"Ich liebe dich, [Name]." He says softly.
You grab the lapels of his ruined Prussian blue uniform and pull his mouth to yours, pouring everything into it.
You try to say that it's not ending, that it's not over, and that you'll always be there.
You know it's a lie.
You know it's the end, you knows it's over, and you know that the Allies will be back any minute to rip him away from you.
But you don't care, because the lies are comforting.
A/N: So this was based on a Drabble challenge I've been issued. The prompt was 'End'. I've wrote a few others. Let me know if you want the othere posted in a collction of them , in one story. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed!