He stood before them full of pride and honor. The truest vision of Military Discipline, a master in the art of tactical combat and close raged attack with a sword or bayonet. He was not a man without prowess and his wit matched the sting of his tongue on the rare occasion that he would use it. Many would come to claim him as overzealous about his self-proclaimed awesomeness and his disregard for others often referring them to losers before the battle had even begun.

Few there knew of the man's compassionate side. The side he was afraid to share because he saw it as a weakness, a simple annoyance that held him back from achieving true greatness. So he cast aside most of his emotions and stood there before them with his well-known grin. Even now many could only feel that he was not taking it seriously, the true reason for him to be there before all those he had offended over the last few years. No one but those who knew him well could see the man's real feelings about the current gathering. One of the men there he had once called friend but now could see the truth in his eyes that such a bond no longer existed. Though he would not show it, he was pained to see such a friendship die.

It was true he had succumb to the pleadings of his brother to end up here, but what man could resist the cries for help from his own? He supplied his Military with men, supplies such as food and weapons and even assisted in the training of new recruits. He worked side by side with his brother, though he himself did not feel as rashly toward people as his brother's boss had, he was happy to be spending so much time with the man he had raised and cared for. It wasn't until the war ended that he found out the truth of what was happening to all those his brother's boss had imprisoned in the camps. It horrified and shocked him that he had contributed to the attempted extinction of a people, but he stood by his decision because he had done it to help his bother.

The head of the enemy, as he still saw them, stepped forward. His large eyebrows resembling those of caterpillars were narrowed angrily at him. His green eyes filled with toxic hate as he stared at him. The man was a shadow of his former Greatness. Once a proud empire that had concurred three fourths of the world and even was once king of the pirating age was nothing more than a weak fool. It was known that once he had found his beloved colony he had grown soft and unwilling to risk his wellbeing in lee of protecting him. It was not much of a shock to anyone that his overprotectiveness had caused his beloved to rebel and succeed from him to become his own independent nation. In fact, it was he himself that had trained and aided the young colony into succeeding. Yet, that was another matter not meant to be dwelled on now. "It is hereby known that the Kingdom Of Prussia has committed war crimes of the foulest nature! The attempted extinction of multiple people of and not limited to those found to be not of 'the Arian race' such as those of Jewish blood! How do you plead?" his voice was sharp with hate and rage.

He heard whispering around him from the others but he paid it no mind. His eyes locked on the man, trying hard not to look at either of the two people who he cared for most. He stood tall and whipped the grin from his face. His whole persona changed to that of a dignified nobleman. His large blue hat was tattered and the silk rose needed to be replaced. His blue coat, that of which resembled his status as a high ranking military leader was stained with his own blood from injuries dealt to him by the enemy before him. His red eyes piercing deeper into the other far deeper than the man's gaze did to him. "I stand by mein choice to help mein brüder, just as you had done with yours." His voice was strict and commanding; brimming with experience that well exceeded those around him.

More commotion and whispering as well as bursts of anger from those of a different tongue he could not understand. He remained as he was, never allowing for a single brake in his stance lest he be tempted to look at either of the two. He watched as his old friend whispered to the leader and eyed him with a sharp glare before he himself spoke. "You 'ave not denied any of ze accuzatiónz t'at 'ave been made! Doez dis mean you claim ze guilt?" The voice was not as charming as he had known it to be. He was wounded and hurt by the betrayal and he could not blame him.

"I do not deny nor confirm it. Mein actions were that of a loving brüder." He wasn't lying. Everything had been for him.

A larger man with ash blonde hair stepped forward; a man he despised from the bottom of his heart for his people had massacred his own people. Those violet eyes were those of the devil himself, full of malevolence hidden behind a smile like that of an innocent child. "You use your brother as excuse. A crutch to cling to so blame not rest solely on you, da?" he growled inwardly at the playfulness of the giant's voice.

"Sohn von einem Weibchen!" he shouted raising his hands to show the heavy iron manacles that held them in place on the podium he stood on. The changing of the iron echoed in his ears as his composure was diminished. He was not going to sit by while they judged his love for his brother. His brother was not his clutch; he was no burden to him. He was a strong nation that was ruled by a vicious man who should never have come to power. No one was surprised by the out brake of anger.

His eyes darkened as they spoke among themselves, trying to make a decision about what to do with him. He noted that four of them spoke, leaving the fifth out of the matter for what fate awaited him did not affect the fifth man. If only they knew the truth, would they be so willing to allow him a voice in the matter? He would not dwell on what was not fact and so ignored the fifth man and focused on the four that argued. He would accept his fate no matter what it was. He would stand tall and accept what was to come with pride and honor, for he was a nation built upon those very principals. He was strong; he would not cry nor beg for mercy from them. He was the Kingdom of Prussia.

All eyes turned back to him. The fifth man turned to the others opening his mouth to speak but was quickly silenced by the glared from the other four. He turned away from their glares and angered looks. The fifth man held one hand in the other, closing his eyes and moving his lips as if praying. What punishment did they have in mind for him that would derive such a reaction?

The Brit moved forward once more, eyes just as fierce as they were before this time with a lack of pity and remorse. The others shared the same look as they passed their judgment of him. "With this…"

His face grew softer, eyes lowered as he thought of the harshest punishment that could happen to a Nation. His lips were pressed together slightly as he tried to compose himself. He would not give in to them.

"We hereby decree…"

The tears pricked at his eyes as he tried to focus. 'I mustn't…I can't…' he told himself over and over a thousand times as he heard their judgment and felt to cold sting of their words cut through him as if he were made of butter.

"Königreich Preußen..."

His name...His true name that had spoken it in his language, his native tongue for the sole purpose of making it hurt far worse. He bit his lip hoping to foucus on the pain rather then allow himself to show them weakness. Yet, that did nothing to stop his emotions to overflow in his eyes and dow to his cheek. 'No…I can't…I can't believe this…'

"Is officially dissolved!"

All his resolve shattered as he closed his eyes and allowed his dam to break. His body trembled and he fell to his knees before them, overwhelmed that this was his punishment for helping his beloved brother. He cried without caring neither what was to happen nor who was to see. He had failed his greatest friend and the only man he truly would care to call father. He raised his head and looked at the cross which hung above the others as the tears stained his eyes. "Forgive me…" he choked. "Old man Fritz."