A/N: So this is an idea I had while texting my friend, and lemme tell you I was crying looking up info on this stuff. Not writing the accents, so just imagine! Enjoy the feels!

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia, nor any characters I have used in here.

Trigger Warnings: Feels, the bad kind

"Nein!" Germany yelled. America sighed, clicking his tongue, "Why can't you just agree with us for once, Germany? Can't you see it's for the best?" Germany gritted his teeth, "It's not for the best, America! You're trying to make me abolish my own brother!" Russia stepped up, "Oh, do not be worrying. He will be in good hands, da?" he asked, more like stating, while smiling his childish smile. The smile that made Germany want to throw up. Said Prussian, or soon to be German, was in the same room, being held back by China and France.

He watched as Germany kept on fighting, even if just with words, against the bonds that held him. For him. No... Not just for him, for the country Prussia. Even if it wasn't his country. England stepped up next, smirking smugly so that Prussia wanted to punch him right in his British face. "Well, if you don't agree, we'll just keep Prussia and torture him until you agree. Since countries can't die unless they're abolished, he'll just stay there." He stated, his smirk now turning into a full Cheshire Cat grin.

Germany's eyes widened. He bit his lip and looked down. How could he choose between torture forever or giving his own brother to someone like Russia? Either one seemed horrible. Germany stopped struggling, reaching his decision. With his head still down, he growled, "Give me the contract." he grit his teeth. "Oh, what was that?" Germany could practically hear the smirk in the Frenchman's voice. Germany looked up, searing hot anger burning through him. His face must have showed it too, since some of the countries stepped back a bit.

"Give me the contract." America smirked and adjusted his glasses as he uncuffed Germany's hands, but left his one foot so he couldn't run. The Germanic country stood, his face darkening as he took the contract from the America. Germany looked down at it. "Read it aloud." His head snapped up at the sound of the British accent. Germany growled but did as told. "I, the personification of Germany-"

"West.. Y-you can't be serious?" Prussia said quietly, staring wide-eyed at his brother. Germany glanced at him but returned to the contract. "-agree with the Allies that-"

"W-West, stop joking around!"

"-Prussia will be abolished-"

"Bruder please!" Germany froze when Prussia's voice broke in mid sentence. He glanced at Prussia, watching as tears streamed down his face. Germany cleared his throat and continued.

"-and be separated and given to various countries," his voice broke. Germany felt hot tears roll down his cheeks as he bit his lip.

"And.. And from this moment on.."

"Bruder! Stop! Please!"

"...Prussia is no longer a country." Germany choked back a sob as he stared at his brother. Prussia's eyes held pain, sadness.. and betrayal. "W-West.. Why...?" Germany gulped, "I didn't want you to be tortured."

"So you gave me away?! Took away my country?! Gave me to HIM?!" Prussia's jerked his head in Russia's direction. Germany nodded, a sob erupting from his throat along with his brother. "Alright. Time to go." A man said as he and another soldier dragged Prussia away. "Prussia! I'm sorry!" Germany shouted, desperately trying to run after him. But, the angle cuff held him back. "Don't worry, he will be in good hands!" Russia exclaimed happily, walked after them. Germany locked eyes with Prussia, both of they're faces streaming with tears. Prussia's ruby eyes only held one thing. Fear.

As the doors closed, the last thing he heard only heard one thing from his brother before silence.

"NEIN!"