Prussia cracked open his eyes, as Gilcat pounced on him. He moaned and sat up. He coughed cursing the cat in German. The cat hissed softly moments before the door was kicked in. Standing in the doorway was Switzerland, but something was off about him. The teal colored eyes where correct but the face wasn't. Light scars, newer than any the Switzerland of Prussia's memory, covered this nation's face. The younger nation's eyes widened at the condition of the nation before him. Prussia half sat half laid, on a dirty mattress, chained to the wall behind him. While not dead, he was close to death. His hair hung in uncut, unwashed masses; its color unknown, his body was thin, and bony. A overconfident smile spread across Prussia's lips.

"Hey Switzy, Been a long time since you came to West's house." His voice was cracked and soft from disuse. The young nation growled, cocking back his pistol.

"I don't know who you are. For all I know you are Germania's son, Germany." Prussia looked down as if slapped.

"I am one of Germania's sons" He replied "But I am not Germany. He was Mein Bruder."

New Switzerland fired a warning shot right above Prussia's head, causing the older nation to jump.

"I won't ask twice. If you are not Germany who are you then?"

"His Bruder, the Kingdom of Prussia"

Silence.

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One of New Switzerland's men coughed and spoke.

"He's got to be lying. Everyone knows Prussia's home was dissolved over three hundred years ago. There is no way a nationless Nation could live that long"