It was happening more often now. My brother was worried of course. I don't normally pass out in the middle of the day. But I guess that's going to be expected when you aren't supposed to exist because your country doesn't either. Everyone said that I was supposed to disappear when my country became one with Germany. But I didn't. Usually I would say it was because I am awesome. But to be honest I have no idea what I am still doing in a world without my country. I don't want to brood on it too much, but it is something that has bothered me.

Never did I think I would begin to pass out. At the beginning it would only last for a couple of minutes, then hours, then days. Now I don't know how much time is going to pass. Months? Years? Or will I never wake again?

No I can't think like that. I am the awesome Prussia. I can't let all of my hard work go to waste.

But would it be that bad if I stopped existing? Germany is already more than grown up, he can handle everything. He has someone who loves him unconditionally. He has everything he needs. I don't do anything anyways. No world meetings, nothing.

"Bruder, I think this is the last time I'm going to talk to you," I whisper, catching his attention. Italy's own head snaps up, his eyes opening to reveal the caramel color that my brother tells me about. They both rush over to my side.

"What are you talking about, Prussia?" Germany asks his voice hard. I smile. Even though I can see the anger, confusion, and fear in his eyes, he still sounds like a solider.

"I don't have any streng-"

"NO. PRUSSIA YOU ARE GOING TO STAND AND WALK TODAY AND TOMORROW AND THE DAY AFTER THAT," I can see him shaking. Italy reaches a timid hand toward Germany, but he smacks it away. "YOU SAID YOU WEREN'T GOING TO LEAVE ME. BIG BROTHER, please stay with me."

"STOP SHAKING SOLIDER. YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO DECIDE MY FATE. NO RIGHT TO TELL ME WHAT TO DO. JUST WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE TALKING TO?" He snaps to attention as soon as I shout. But my lungs are too weak to shout anymore. "Just, just let me go, bruder." I say and my eyes begin to close. I see his tears then, watch them leak out of his brilliant blue eyes. Italy's holding onto his arm, stopping him from shaking my limp form. Germany shouts something, but I can't read his lips, my vision becomes blurry, and my hearing is gone.

So this is what it is like to stop being part of the world. Well I guess I didn't have an awesome way of dying

"Good bye, brother."

All the nations sat at the long brown table, unable to look up or speak. France and Spain were both missing, along with Germany. America stood up slowly, everyone looking elsewhere as he began to talk about the meeting. Austria stood, ignoring Hungary's protests, walked over to America, and pushed him down.

For once the American didn't say anything.

"We shouldn't be here today," he said, his voice sad, devoid of all of its normal arrogance. "Germany needs his friends." He glanced over at Italy, who was barely able to contain his tears, and Japan who was paler than usual and hadn't said anything at all. Austria felt his own tears prick at his eyes, and lifted a hand to brush it away. "Go you two, I know you don't want to be here anymore than I want to be." suddenly the room was alive with shouts, all of them yelling how the albino shouldn't of gone, how even though his country was dissolved, he should still be around. He had been doing that since anyways right?

"Stop," someone said. It was a quiet timid voice, one that they didn't hear often because they forgot what it sounded like. "Please just stop." There was a sob. "He's gone. There's nothing we can do, okay? Nothing." America turned, looking at his brother.

Canada sat there, his arms wrapped around his bear, Gilbird flying around his head, slowly. Tears were running down his face in a steady stream. And his eyes seemed dull, lifeless even as he cried.

Prussia, Prussia, come back. Please, I need you.

The man looked into the dark, wondering whose voice he had heard. Who he was. What he was doing in the dark.

Who was saying his name over and over again? the voice was almost a whisper,

"Shut up already! I don't know who Prussia is! I don't know who you are! Leave me be!"

The shadows swallowed his shouts.

No one was there to hear them any ways.

It was cold there where he was, colder than he was used to. But it was fine, weirdly. He felt as though he wasn't needed anymore, but who would need someone who was stuck in this darkness? Suddenly the voice that had been there, stopped. There came another voice, this one sounded strong, even though there was pain evident in it. The man looked up, wondering who had made the broken sound.

"Bruder." The man looked around, hoping to see this 'Prussia' and tell him to get his ass back to the owner of that voice.

"Germany, Germany. Stop! Don't do anything rash. Italy is still here. Prussia wouldn't want you to do this!" The man was now searching frantically for this Prussia.

"God damnit where are you?" he hissed. Prussia had to be here somewhere. But this place didn't seem to end, even though the man was running. "Prussia, whoever you are, quit hiding! There are people who need you out there!"

"They need to get over me then." Someone said. The man looked up, just as another man with scarlet red eyes, and shocking white hair stepped out of the shadows. "No, they need to know that there isn't a reason for me to go back to them. I've lived longer than I've needed to." The albino looked up and smiled.

There came another heart wrenching sob, the one from the first voice that had been heard by the man, and the albino looked down at the black ground.

"But, Prussia, I think that this one needs you," as the man said this, Prussia looked at him for the first time, realizing that he was looking at an exact replica of himself. Straight from the usual cocky grin that had claimed his face, to the boots that were on his feet, but this Prussia that was standing in front of him had hollow eyes. And a sad, defeated smile.