AN: Random fic I wrote in like…an hour or two. Idea randomly popped into my head. Actually, it's based off of a multi-chapter USUK fic I wrote during World War III. Anyway, I don't own the characters…and enjoy! Please review!

"Hey there, Gilbo! It's me! Well, um…Francis was supposed to come with me to see you but he called this morning and said that something came up and he wouldn't be able to make it, so it's just me. Sorry it's been so long since we talked last…in fact, I haven't visited since…" Antonio trailed off, his gaze falling over the green hills around him. "Well, since Prussia as a country was dissolved. Well, I mean, we couldn't really visit you when you were at Ivan's place. I wonder, Gilbo, what on earth did he do to make you like this? You haven't said a word yet."

Once again the Spaniard trailed off, his green eyes filling with tears. "What should I do, Gilbo? Go after him for you since you can't do it yourself?" The tears fell like rivers down his tan cheeks at this point. "No, you'd feel weak if I did that for you." Antonio pulled his knees up to his chest and rested his head on them, wrapping his arms around his legs, making himself as small as possible.

"It's…strange, Gilbo. Barhopping and picking up chicks without you just isn't the same." Antonio smiled sadly at the bright sunlight. "You know, World War Three just ended…did you know your little brother started it because of you? Because the Allies dissolved you as a country, he started a war to get you that status back."

"I know, you're probably mad because I haven't come to visit after…how many years is it now? I've lost track…but is that why you aren't talking to me?" Antonio sighed and let his smile fall, staring out into the distance, afraid to look over to where Gilbert was, afraid to face the Prussian. "Eliza's been crying a lot since you were dissolved. And Roderich and Ludwig have changed a lot. Everyone keeps telling me that I'm delusional to think that you're still here and that you died a long time ago, but I know better. You wouldn't die that easily, would you? You're safe somewhere, I know it, Gilbert. You're not…gone…"

Antonio's eyes widened as he turned and stared at the makeshift grave marker with a necklace hanging from it. He took the necklace in his hand and stared down at the Knights of the Iron Cross symbol hanging from it, closing his eyes and sobbing. "You're not! You can't be gone, Gilbert! You can't be! I never even told you that I love you, Gilbert!"

"Hey, you! Who are you and what are you doing here?" Antonio jumped at the slightly familiar voice and the feeling of metal against his neck. "Don't you know that nobody is supposed to cry when they're in the most awesome country of the world?"

The Spaniard turned and stared at the figure behind him. He was just a kid, wearing full white and holding the sword that was pressed against Antonio's neck. The kid's hair was shaggy and an off-white much like that of his clothing, contrasted by his blood red eyes. "Y-you're…"

"Königreich Preußen! The Kingdom of Prussia! Also known as the amazingly awesome Gilbert Beilshmidt!"

Antonio's face broke into a sunny smile. „Nice to meet you, your awesomness! My name is Antonio and it's wonderful to meet you!"

It was time for a new begninning.