Prologue
I remember the day he was taken away from me, the memory still pierces my heart like a dull knife. Every time I think of it, the pain is enough to send me to my knees, clutching at my chest because I can't breathe through the searing agony that starts in my heart then spreads through out my entire body. Watching him be dragged away from me was one of the two hardest things I've ever had to handle. It was made even worse by the smile of Russia's face as they moved away from me. I didn't even get to say my goodbyes to my brother. Once the decision was made, Russia smiled and wrapped an arm around his shoulders, and walked away with my older brother in tow. Before they were out of my sight, my brother turned his head and our eyes met. He told me he would be fine, not to worry, he'd be back soon. He told me to take care of myself and get my country recovered. All of this was said with his trademark smirk firmly in place on his face. To everyone else, he was relaxed and confident in what he had said. But his eyes told another story. His eyes said he was lying. My brother, my strong older brother, was terrified, and he was unsure. He had no idea what would happen to him in the years to come, he had no idea when he would be back...if he would be back. Then in the blink of an eye, they were gone. I rounded on the rest of the Allies and begun shouting, I told them that I would get my revenge, that this wasn't over yet, not by a long shot. In my rage, I had begun to destroy the meeting room we had been in. Nothing escaped my wrath, desks and chairs were thrown towards the Allies and against the walls. I vaguely remember hitting England with a desk and watching him sink to the ground, holding his head. I felt my face turned into a smirk as I began stalking towards him. France went to England's side and America stood in my way. I could hear Feliciano telling me to stop but it didn't register as I pushed my way passed America. My smirk grew as I heard him smack into the wall with a rewarding thud. Just before I could reach England, I felt Feliciano wrap his arms around me. He whispered in my ear to stop, that I was just going to make everything worse. At the same time, I heard Japan tell the Allies to get out of the room. Within minutes the room was empty, aside from Japan and Feliciano. I shook free of Feliciano and grabbed the nearest desk. It was sent flying towards the door where they had left. I broke another with my fists. Within minutes the room was completely destroyed. I fell to my knees, clutching at my chest. Immediately, Feliciano was at my side, whispering words of comfort. I couldn't hear his words, my mind was too busy. This entire situation was my fault, I'm the reason that my brother had been taken away from me, no-one else was responsible. I barely noticed as the tears began to fall. Japan had moved to my side and wrapped an arm around my shoulder. I don't know how long we stayed like that but my allies never left my side. I remember that it took both of them to help me stand up and get home. For the next few weeks, both Feliciano and Japan stayed with me, helping me cope. It took me about a month to be able to go into my study to look at my paperwork. Another month after that, I was working along side my people to rebuild our country. A few years passed, and my country was finally almost recovered. Things were progressing wonderfully up until 1961 when the wall was put up, completely separating half of my country, further solidifying the fact that my brother was not with me anymore. The next 28 years was rough, not just only on me but on the the rest of the world as well. Not long after the Berlin Wall went up, the Cold War between Russia and America began. The entire world was on edge, waiting to see which side would start the impending nuclear war. The entire world breathed a heavy sigh of relief when the two countries settled down. When America and Russia both declared an end the Cold War. No-one was happier than I. With the ending of the Cold War, down came the Berlin Wall. My country was one entity, it was whole again. As I watched the Wall come down, my eyes searched the crowd, looking for a glimpse of the silver hair belonging to my brother.