A pale man sat on his bed in the sunset light. His face had a concentrated look. Sighing, he laid his back against the wall and looked around his basement bedroom.
Memories of the past decorated his walls. Years and years of pain and suffering. Life and death. Battles and blood. Wins and loses.
Prussia looked through his things, skimming one hand over them. A faint smile glinted on his face. It was a nice sight when not accompanied by a shout of "I am awesome!"
With resolution, he wrote out a little note. It didn't say much but it explained everything. He could feel that his body was weak enough. The land once called Prussia wasn't here and was now dissolved into Germany and people who called themselves Prussian~ were becoming scarcer by the day.
With all this came pain. Not just physical, as people stopped calling themselves Prussian or died and pain shot through his body, throwing him into the ground. There was also the emotional. Knowing that he was disappearing with his few people. Knowing that it was becoming harder for everyone to remember him.
Tears welled up in his eyes but he fought them back.
No. I will die with a smile on my face.
He smiled as he finished the note.
He smiled as he fished out the giant gun.
He smiled as the cold barrel found his head.
He smiled as he whispered, "I am awesome."
He smiled as he pulled the trigger.

It was rainy. Most nations were here as common courtesy and the younger ones left quickly. A few that were older or knew him well stayed. They stood in silence, all holding each other together and making sure they didn't collapse. A few had let tears go down their face, blending in with the rain.
After all, it wasn't everyday a nation died before his people and left a body to bury. It was even rarer when that nation ended their own life.
America and Canada went by first. Canada collapsed into tears. Prussia and him had started becoming friends. Especially when Prussia felt like he was invisible.
America had to almost carry Canada away.
Britain was next. His heart was hurting. He used a simple spell to make flowers burst up on and around the grave. Then he too walked away with Mint Bunny softly consoling him.
France, Russia, and Switzerland sadly walked by letting the knowledge of his death sink in.
Austria and Hungary walked up next. Hungary started shaking and fell on her knees, sobbing. Austria tried to ignore the dirt as he soothed her and led her away.
Spain and Romano were next. Romano pat Italy on the back softly before walking up next to Spain and ushering him away.
Then only three countries remained. They walked up and read the inscription once again.
"RIP Prussia: The Awesomest Nation Ever"
Looking at it and reading that became too much and Italy collapsed, crying more than the first five times he had broken down.
"There there Itary.." Japan said softly, betraying sadness only by his eyes.
"P-Prussia can't be gone! It's all lies! You can make it better Germany! Please!"
Hearing Italy's hopeful voice and seeing his brother's grave became too much and for the first time in many, many years, Germany broke down into tears.
Dropping to his knees, he wrapped his arms around Italy saying, "He's dead, Italy! I c-can't bring him back."
Italy sobbed harder.
The three countries stood over their fallen friend for a long time until Japan had to bring Germany back to his senses and both had to almost drag the sobbing Italian away from the grave and back home.
And the skies kept sobbing in East Germany for hours after.

A/N Oh God...that killed me to write. I apologize for the feel destroying. Um..review if you liked it..I'm writing other Hetalia stories and one shots so keep watch if you like my writing. Thanks for reading. Bye loves