The Fall of Holy Rome (Prussia POV)
"I'm so thankful big bruder, for without you, I would of been dead." Came a young soft, voice from behind me as I rode the painful night. 'Big Bruder' I don't think anyone has ever called me that. A single look at the poor boy and you would have thought that he had been caught up in some form of war. That's because he WAS. His once blond hair looked as if he had never cared for it, his black clothes were torn almost to the point of being rags. Not to mention the bruises and cuts on his body. Then his cloak and hat he would always wear were nowhere to be seen. Although he looked terrible now, he was healing very fast. In only a few days he would be just as new. Of course, neither did I fit in exactly, but I didn't care about that.
It wasn't just my out of place black and white uniform that stood out, my hair was silver like a well-aged man and my eyes stained red like a rich mans blood. I've been told that looking like this was a gift from God. Yeah right. Looking like this has had me almost burnt alive from claims of being a witch. But, it is who I am, it's what I look like there's no changing it now.
"Holy Rome." I said addressing the young boy sitting behind me. He didn't comment, so I continued. "How are you feeling?" A small 'ok' was all I could hear. He could of said something else, but i wouldn't of heard it.
But who was I kidding? No living thing could know what it was like to be in his shoes. "Where are we going?" He calmly asked me. Keeping my face straight, I didn't know what to say. Do I dear to tell him? Yes.
"Some were far away." I said whipping the reins of my horse to make her go faster. I had to keep a straight face. I had a job to do. No use stalling. "What do you mean?" The young boy asked me casually. "Don't." I said stubbornly. "Please." His voice hitched. I could tell that he was becoming scared.
"I'm taking you to the last place on earth your soul will ever be." I said calmly, staring ahead. The young boy stumbled behind me. "Wh-wh-what what do you mean?!" He forced out. I violently bashed the reins of my horse harder as she went into a full-forced run. "I'm going to kill you." Was all I could say while still trying to stay emotionless. "Wha? No don't! no-no-no-no-no!" He screamed pounding my back with his fists giving even more force with each 'no.'
I stopped my horse and grabbed the blond child by the coulor of his old, damaged coat. He tried to fight agents me, but it was no use. "Why?!" He forced through his tears. "Why are you doing this?!" I felt like a monster, but its what I had to do. "Your no longer a country. You are dying." He stopped squirming and looked at me through his tear-filled eyes if his. "Your fading. No living thing sole should ever need to go through that." He stared at me like I was insane. "A child should not have to go through that. I'm sorry." Holy Rome began to crying hard now.
I have seen what happens when one of us are dissolved. It was awful.
Seeing someone closet to you just slowly fade away into nothing. Coming home one one day to find someone you lived just, gone. No human could ever know what that is like. The day my grandfather died I promised that if I was ever somehow to be dissolved, I would kill myself so before it happened.
If it can completely mentally destroy a grown man I don't what to know what it can do to a child.
I tightened my grip on the crying child. I took out my sword and looked at the small empire in my had. I really felt like a cruel, heartless monster. He clamped his small hands together, his crying some what died down. Small snippets of an old Latin prayed came form beneath his shaking hands. To pray was all he could do now.
"I'm so sorry. Please forgive me. I'd never what to do this." As I said this I placed the sharp sword agents his chest. My head bowed as I pushed the cold, hard metal into his tiny, helpless, terrified body.
The last thing that the Holy Roman Empire ever heard was; "I'm sorry. I hope I can make it up to you in the future. For now, little Ludwig, you can live as a human child until you needed again in your next life. Then, and only then, we may be brothers."
OK, this is my first ever punished story so it's not as good as it could of been. :/ This was originally something i was going to post on Instergram for feels Friday, but Instergram wouldn't be very nice to me. So, i e-mailed it to myself and i edited it so i could publish it here.
I hope you enjoyed!
((yes I'm well aware that this story my be fan-crushing, so i apologize.))