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J. R. R. Tolkien

Footsteps echoed along the pristine marble halls. The long white carpet that ran in a straight line was littered with blue cornflower petals. Pillars lined the walkway on either side, a throne set between every one of them. Some of the thrones were filled with deceased nations who smiled at the newcomer. A few waved while others nodded in greeting.

There was a crowd of soldiers dressed in gray behind a certain empty throne. At the front of the crowd was Robert E. Lee. The young soldier beside him held the confederate flag. Prussia flashed a grin at the soldiers before continuing his walk down the carpet.

He nodded to a copper-skinned woman dressed in a deerskin with a white buffalo calf beside her. The woman regarded him with cold eyes before giving him a small smile.

Ancient Rome laughed and slapped his knee when he saw Prussia. Gaul smiled, holding the hand of a young woman dressed in armor. She carried the flag of Orléans in one hand. Ancient Scandinavia regarded his nephew with cool blue eyes. Aztec grinned and bounced excitedly in her hair, her gold chains rattling with every movement. A woman looking very similar to Aztec sat in the throne beside her. She nodded slowly to Prussia.

Prussia's grin slipped away when he saw his vati. Germania surprised his son with a small smile. The ancient nation held a sleeping child in his lap. It wasn't solid, more like a ghost. As if the child wasn't entirely dead yet. Prussia stared at it sadly, recognizing the child.

He continued to the end of the long walkway. An old man stood there, smiling happily at Prussia.

"Fritz!" Prussia crowed. He tackeld the human in a hug.

"Prussia," Old Fritz laughed. "It's good to see you again. And yet, I wish you weren't here at all."

"Ja, I know what you mean." Prussia' grin slipped away before retuning full force.

Old Fritz smiled sadly at him. "Come," he said, taking Prussia's hand. "Let me show you something." He led his ex-nation to the very end of the large hall.

A tall mirror stood on a dais. Its borders were intricate swirls carved into silver. Silver silk fluttered on either side of the mirror, blown by an unseen wind.

"Go on," Old Fritz said. He beckoned Prussia forward.

Prussia ascended the dais slowly. Once he reached the top, he stared at his reflection. He was dressed in his old white uniform, a shield strapped to one arm and his sword clutching in the other hand. There was a red stain over his heart.

The mirror rippled like water and first Germany, Austria, Switzerland, and Liechtenstein appeared. They faded away into Denmark, Norway, Sweden, Netherlands, Belgium, and Luxemburg.

Images continued to flash behind Prussia. Hungary with a sword in one hand. A laugh Spain and smirking France. Lithuania and Poland, both dressed for war. A serious America holding his Revolutionary flag. Nazi Germany. Russia. Then South appeared. Slowly, their children appeared until the image faded away and Prussia was left with a scene. His death. He watched himself slowly fall to the ground and then be buried. It was excruciating to see.

Finally, the image faded and Prussia was left with not his reflection, but a picture. The living nations stood on a filed surrounded by fog. Several were held by ancient beings. One in particular stood before the group, boasting to them.

"And this world shall be ours," the being said loudly.

Prussia reached out when he saw Germany kneeling on the ground. His younger brother looked furious. His pale fingers brushed the mirror and the silver surface rippled like water. Prussia jerked his fingers back in surprise.

"Was?" He reached out once more. When his fingers brushed the surface, he continued to press on. He grinned when his whole hand was enveloped.

"Awesome."


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