I needed a SERIOUS fic. Like, a REAL fic. Dramatic and other stuff that I love reading and love (almost-)crying over. Since my attempt with Primadescent failed (quite miserably might I add), and Rescue Me is still going over major details, I decided to do a Hetalia fanfiction. Prussia's Girlis still being revised, as are most of my other fics. So. Here's my new crack!Srs!Hetalia fanfic.

Disclaimer: I do not own ANY character in this except for Mother Russia, Britannia(who are my OCs in this) and Native America, or as I named him, Dyami. Clearly he is obviously mine as well. 83

Warnings: This is ME we're talking about. But since I MUST list them... AU, Yaoi, MPreg, references to Mpreg, rape, attempts at rape, murder, drug-use, violence and other glorious things I've yet to succeed in with writing. And, the leaving of Prussia and Romano (you'll see~)

I totally just realized that's a lot of warnings. Lol, oh well. If you brave this, omfg I love you so much and you'll get whatever treat you so desire.

Mild ooc-ness, simply because it's hard to do what they're doing. I know it. 8/

Prologue

Germania hesitated as he and the others listened to Native America. He knew this day was coming, but was it truly so soon. He looked at Rome, who was smiling sadly.

"England and France... They really took them from you...?" Britannia asked her friend. Native America nodded.

"Yes. I am concerned. They're... They're so young... I... I did not want this for Alfred and Mattieu..." A pang of sympathy and pity stretched from Germania's heart. His own sons were growing up, and believed him to be gone. Most nations figured their parents/grandparents(though they were all actually parents) were dead, since their lands were now divided into their new boundaries with the new and young nations exploring and things.

"It won't be long before things get out of hand." Mama Greece sighed. Mother Russia sighed.

"Da. Ivan has been so... attached... Especially vhen that Vlad man came." She shook her head. "I tried to be caring for Ivan and his sisters... Now, they don't even realize I am dere."

"Gupta has been fixated on Switzerland during those meetings they hold every month." Mama Egypt nodded, "Jordan, Morocco and Kuwait are never listening... Iraq and Iran are always off on their own, playing. Poor Qatar is the only one who notices me anymore. He needs me. That's what I want to be true, but the truth is... Jordan and Egypt are the ones he feels he needs the most..."

"Si. Il mio pomodoro e pasta are not even in need of me anymore." Rome nodded, "Spagna and Austria have them, respectively."

"Arthur clearly has no problem on his own." Britannia sighed. "Scotland and Wales as well. Ireland I'm not too sure of, but he seems to be fine on his own well enough. I'm more worried about the Dyami's boys, more than anything." Native America shared a very rare, small smile.

"Thank you, but I suppose there is nothing to do about it now."

"Then it is time." Germania finally spoke. He had been silent the entire time. They looked at him and Rome smiled sadly, placing a hand on his companion's shoulder.

"Si, tesoro mio. It is time." The parent-nations returned home and bid their farewells. Their children/grandchildren didn't see or hear or know, but Prussia did. He loved his vati that much.

"Vati. Where are you going?" Prussia asked. Germania startled, having been about to exit through the front door. He turned, staring down at his almost-teenaged son. He bit his lip.

"To visit Rome."

"... Rome's leaving too, isn't he?" Prussia asked quietly. Germania hesitated.

"Gilbert-"

"Why?" Prussia asked, tears entering his eyes.

"You knew we were going to leave some day."

"But not now! Ludwig and I still need you!"

"Nein, Gilbert!" Germania said, tears in his own eyes. He didn't think it'd be this hard to let go. He loved his children very much.

"Ja! We do!"

"Nein! You two don't need me! You are your own country now, Gilbert! And you can take care of yourself, and of Holy Roman Empire..." Gilbert started crying and ran at his father.

"Vati... Ich liebe dich..." Germania knelt to look him in the eye.

"Gilbert... You are strong... You will be feared... You are feared... Just promise me... Take care of your brother... Ich liebe dich... Both of you... All of you... So very much..." Gilbert nodded, still sobbing. Germania pulled him into a tight embrace, kissing his son's forehead. "Auf wedersehen... Tell Vash to not let Gupta unnerve, ja?" Gilbert nodded, rubbing his eye with a fist as he sobbed

"Ich liebe dich Vati..." He said as Germania turned. Closing his eyes, heart broken and tears starting to fall, he started walking.

"Ich liebe dich, mein kinder..."