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Prussia sighed as he walked through the wreckage. It was a blood bath. It always was. But he had come to a point where he could kill and fight without guilt. It was horrible but it had to be done if one country wanted to last in this world. Prussia tried to ignore the blood soaked land under him as he scanned for any survivors. He felt change on the wind and he thought that perhaps it had to do with this battle. He stopped and looked up into the air. He had been wrong before, but the feeling of a deeper power made him continue his track through the defeated land. The country from before that resided here was dying. He could feel it as slowly but surely, the reign was getting weaker. New opportunities were coming. And he, Prussia would get the first pickings of this land. Prussia searched and searched. He wasn't sure what he was looking for. It was like trying to find a piece of hay in a hay stack. Looking was becoming a burden as he travel towards the center of the carnage. Blood and bodies were mangled close together and it almost seemed like they were forming a layer of ground. In spots the bodies were so close together that they created a pile with no space to step in. Prussia's patience was running thin but he wasn't a quitter and he wouldn't give up. No matter how bad the stench and sights were.

The bodies were so alike. The bodies were human and bled the same blood, but each was unique. The Prussian didn't understand this phenomenon but he was glad for it. It made this drab world just a bit more exotic. He needed a better word. Perhaps one day a word would come to him. One he could use every minute and that could describe him, his empire, and the world around him. But for now he would have to deal with drab words that he didn't care much for.

Prussia stopped as a whisper in the air drifted towards him. He looked around quickly for any sign of life. It couldn't be a shifting of would. There it was again. Prussia focused in and ran towards it. It was around here. And he knew that anybody alive would be important. This is what he was talking about. But there was going to be a problem if he couldn't find the alive and breathing body in this sea. Where could that one spark of life be?

"Where are ya? " He desperately yelled out to the sea of the dead. "I need a sign from ya. So I can find ya. Could ya do that?" He called out again with a pray to God that this person would still be alive. He waited in unbearable silence for a moment. There! Another groan of pain and the shifting of bodies accompanied with a splash. He saw what he wanted as a spray of red went up from the rolling of a body. He rushed the meters to where he saw and almost tripped at image before him.

A child, a boy if he wasn't mistaken, in a drenched red, large shirt climbed out from a break in the bodies. Blood was coming from a wound on the head, but what shocked Prussia more than a child on the battlefield was the bloodied dagger in his hand. Prussia watched the child as he climbed towards him. It was wrong to see a child with blood coated so heavily one couldn't see the color of the hair. He stared down at the child and suddenly crimson, mischievous red met sapphire, calm. Then a curtain of tan fell over that deep blue and the child began to topple over. Acting quickly, Prussia caught the child and brought him close. He checked the pulse and gave a relieved sigh that the heart drummed strong.

Picking up the child fully he turned and headed back towards camp. He watched as the sun dipped low and the sky wrung the blue and replaced it with orange and pink. It was a marvelous sight on the ending of a victorious battle. A good sin for the future he was sure. The camp was easily enough to locate and the men looked at him as he carried the child. Prussia ignored the stares and he rushed to the medical tent. Prussia yelled at the medical staff to hurry up. The mysterious boy in his arms couldn't die. He set the boy down and started to pace. The medical staff knew not to bother their country and fellow warrior or else they would face the consequences. They cleaned the boy and slowly looked at the wounds that were revealed. They did their best to clean the wounds that weren't all too bad now that the excess blood was off the boy's face and body. The red finally gave way to a pale tan and blond hair. He, the boy, was cute. Very cute actually. The boy looked younger now that the blood was off his face. Prussia nodded to the staff.

"Come find me once he wakes up." Prussia ordered before leaving the tent and walked to his own private tent. He needed to wash up and relax from the hard battle. Already the tensions from the battle were leaving his men and soon a declaration would come. A declaration of a new country. He smiled. A new country among the people and the land would heal and soon the red would be covered in a new prosperous green. What a great day! He relaxed slightly but he knew that any resistance can come in a moment. He tried to relax but in the end Prussia was pacing again, his thoughts on the young boy in the medical tent.

He walked out of his private tent and headed back to the tent where the boy resided. Half way there he was met with one of the medical staff. He rushed towards the medical tent and entered. He saw the young boy drinking water and smiled. He was alive.

"Hi there. I'm Prussia. Who are you?" He asked.

"I don't know…" His voice was low pitched for a child but raspy. He coughed after that.

"Did you forget?" Prussia inquired nervously.

"No… I haven't been named yet. I am what you are. Can't you feel it?" The young boy asked. Prussia nodded. Now that the boy pointed it out him could feel the power with in of. It was interesting. He had never met a undefined personification.

"I see. Well then. We'll just have to see who you are. But until then you are now my younger brother! Ya got that?" He told the boy. The young boy nodded. He never had an older brother and was excited to see what it entitled.

*Three weeks later*

The young boy, now named by Prussia with the other's human last name, was a regular in the camp. Prussia told him not to tell the other humans what he was named. He understood vaguely the reason, mostly the importance of his name and the power that could come from it. So the boy ran through the camp with a serene look of joy on his face. It was so fun around here. He rushed to the end of the camp and searched the horizon and was shocked to see people on there. He knew no one but the bodies that were now rotting and those in the camp. He stood there as the horses and men approached and his smile grew.

He finally knew.

"I am the Holy Roman Empire. Be prepared for my reign."