AN: I decided to write another PruSpa fic! So here you go! Anyway, this is a lot like the first chapter of A New Beginning, just darker and a bit angstier. Next time I'll try a different approach with these two. I believe they deserve their happy ending, right? So hopefully this will tide you over until I can write a new, happier one. Please review!
"I just wish…we could have done something to help him, you know?" A Spanish man sat on a large log in front of a makeshift grave, the wind blowing his brown hair away from his tanned face as he stared sorrowfully at the grave with emerald eyes. "There has to have been something we could have done."
The blonde Frenchman sitting next to the Spaniard rested his head in his hands. "I wish there had been. No one deserves to go through what he did. Except maybe Ivan." The blonde lifted his blue eyes to stare at the grave. "Sorry, Gilbo. I couldn't help you."
"Francis, it's time to go." A smaller blonde walked forward and set four crimson red roses on the grave before training his emerald eyes back on Francis. "We don't want to be late. Alfred would have a fit." Both males sitting down looked up at the Briton, taking in his puffy, red-rimmed eyes and disheveled appearance.
"Oui, I know." Francis stood and took the blonde by the arm. He took one last look at the Spaniard, who sent a small, grateful smile towards the two, before walking off. "And Toni, please don't wear yourself out by sitting out here all night. Go home at a reasonable time, oui?"
Antonio sighed as he was left alone at the gravesite. "Hey, Gil. It's been a while since I talked to you like this, huh? Even though you can't talk back…and can't hear what I'm saying…" Another sigh. "Sorry I wasn't there for you like I should have been. I just wish…That we could've done something. Kept you from dying…kept you away from him…" A sob broke the man's words as tears started falling down his face. "What should I have done? Was there anything I could have done?" He stared again at the grave and the four roses now lying there. "Hey, Gil, did you know that even Arthur cried? He looked horrible when he showed up here, you know. Do you feel good now? Knowing that your death affected even him?"
A shadow moved slightly behind the grave, so slightly the Antonio hardly noticed it. "Ha…I'm just making myself sick. You wouldn't want me to worry about the 'what if's, would you? You'd want me to worry about the present…the future. But we were together for so long that now I can't picture a future without you, you know?" The Spaniard smiled softly and stared past the shadow into the distance. "I've gotten so used to having you and Francis by my side. I never thought about what I'd do if I lost one of you." He stalled. "Especially you…Hey, Gil…" He stood and turned starting to walk off. "Before I leave…um…te amo. I always have. Well…goodbye, then."
The shadow moved once more as Antonio's silhouette faded into the distance. An arm reached up and wiped away a single tear tracing a path along a pale cheek. "Ich liebe dich, Toni." And with that, the shadow disappeared.
Antonio couldn't help but feel as though a part of him disappeared as he stared into the sunset, leaving the grave and the nation of Prussia behind him.