This was it. This was how it all ended. The room was a mixture of contentment, along with an ugly mixture of anxiety and fear. His whole body shook as he looked up at the faces of the four in front of him who had his life on a string. The faces of Britain, Russia, America and France told him everything he needed to know before any words even passed through their lips. France's eyes had the slightest apologetic tinge to them that only he could see.
"Law number 49," Britain's voice sounded slightly content as he read out the typed note, "The dissolution of the Free State of Prussia."
His heart sank. A drowsy feeling swept over him, consumed him. This was the end. He stumbled up from his chair, grabbing onto its back for support. He saw the figures of a few people rushing to his side. He pushed them away, squeezing his eyes shut. When he opened them again, he saw the three people he cared about the most in the whole world.
"Hey West," he said smiling weakly. His brother's face was disconsolate, his azure eyes glazed. He looked so weak and helpless at that moment. He looked at his feet, gasping a little as he noticed they were barely there anymore. Biting his bottom lip, he embraced his younger sibling tightly. "You'll be alright," he whispered, his eyes finding the spot in the room in which stood two male figures, one Italian, one Japanese. Both looked mournful and worried. With these two around he knew his brother would be fine.
He let go, wiping an escaped tear from the German's cheek. He let his eyes wander to meet France's, a silent message passing between them, before he turned to the Austrian pianist. The man straightened out his glasses unsurely, unable to make eye contact. The Prussian held out his translucent hand for the Austrian to shake. The man took his hand, before being pulled into a surprise embrace which he, after a moment's hesitation, returned.
"Take care of yourself," Prussia smirked, pulling away. The man nodded, his violet eyes filled with emotion.
"Same goes for you."
And finally, her. Her long, umber locks framing her face and falling down her back, cheeks damp with tears spilled from viridian eyes. As he placed his hand on her face to wipe her tears, she placed a warm hand on top of his, closing her eyes.
"Hungary," he whispered her name. "You're awesome. Not quite as awesome as me, but still pretty awesome." She laughed hollowly.
"Even now you're trying to make jokes. How typical of you, Prussia." She looked up at him, eyebrows furrowed.
"I love you Elizabeta Hedervary," he mumbled unsurely. Her eyes grew as he continued, focused on his fading features. "I've loved you for as long as I remember. You deserve everything in the world, new awesomest person in the world."
"You idiot," she muttered, burrowing her face into his chest, trying desperately to hide the tears threatening to fall. He turned to the Austrian who was watching the scene with a melancholic expression.
"You better take good care of her or I'll come back as a ghost and haunt you for all eternity." The Austrian sighed before making a small nod of acknowledgement.
The crying girl pulled away, still holding onto the fabric of his uniform. He placed his forehead on hers, closing his eyes. He felt light tears roll down the side of his face as he said his final farewell.
The crying Hungarian girl fell onto her knees, clutching her clenched fists to her chest; the German stood covering his face with a toned arm, his chest heaving heavily; the Austrian stared at the spot from which the Albino had disappeared, unable to comprehend why all this had happened.
Just a little something I felt the need to write. I drew a bit of this scene before, but since I'm a better writer than I am an artist, I decided the scene needed to be put into words.
There's a second chapter to come.