Don't ask. I was bored, and thus this was born.

I really wanted to write a companinfic from Hungary's POV to this. I was really proud of the first chapter, so compared to that this isn't really good. But anyway. I mostly did it because I wanted to, but FF.N is like my archive for everything I've written, so this goes up there too.

I hope you guys enjoy XD


She watched him as he stepped into the hall, stiff and robotic, arms clasped tightly at his sides, footsteps strangely in rhythm. She saw the way he kept everything inside, pressing down his emotions that she could tell, despite the mask he wore, that he'd pushed to the back of his mind, locked in a safe and thrown away the key, were now getting bigger and bigger and bigger, pressing against the barriers, threatening to break out.

She wanted to be there for him, stay by his side as he, a monument in the war field, stood tall and strong yet gradually, slowly, little by little and bit by bit, wore away as moss grew between the bricks and mortar crumbled... She knew, despite everything, that he was slowly breaking and so she was there, even though he turned his back to her, because she couldn't abandon him at a time like this.

Then she heard it—

"I hereby announce, Königreich Preußen... Is officially disbanded."

That was when he snapped, and she could sense it, even though he didn't move a muscle, she could see that he was slowly deteriorating, and a final bomb had just been dropped...

"Please!"

She'd never heard... His voice, like this, so shrill, yet so weak...

Couldn't she do something? Couldn't she say, stop, can't you see, you're breaking him into pieces?! Her best friend, and yet there was nothing she could do, but stand and watch!

"You—You can't—"

Is he pleading?

This is not him. Where was the Prussia that, over everything, couldn't put two words together without using the adjective 'awesome'? Where was the Prussia that, in all honesty, was too arrogant for his own good? Where was the Prussia that she had grown up with, who she'd had for a best friend and even — she hated to say it, but — loved?

This is not him. Were those tears streaming down his face? He didn't cry, Prussia never cried, and if he did then things were worse than she thought. Please, tell me he's going to be alright... I can't stand to lose him to this... depression...

"I..," she began, yet the words died in her throat.

Summoning up her courage, she tried again. "Are you crying?" she blurted out, quicker than she'd meant to, wanting to get it over with yet needing to know the answer.

She sees his head whip around, silvery hair and bright red eyes brimming with rare pearls. "L—Lizzie...?"

"Are you crying?" she exclaims, and even though she can see little beads of water rolling down his face, she refuses, refuses, refuses to believe it—this is Prussia and he wouldn't just—she couldn't be!

"No way!" he yells, shaking his head frantically. "I'm too awesome for..."

And for a moment, for a brief, too-short moment, she saw the old him in those eyes — over-confident, narcissistic — but then his voice cracks and he falls to his knees, and she knows he's not okay.

"Prussia..," she begins, slowly, not wanting to push him too far over the edge. What... did she want to say? Please be okay. Please stay. Please don't go into this state of... You're not yourself. I can't live my life without you.

How could she put how she felt into words...?

"I'm not crying!"

Even though she knows he's lying, it consoles her just a little bit... He, after all, has been there for her day after day, year after year, decade after decade as she faced off against troubles and dilemmas, he has stayed strong for her, so she needed to be the rock he can lean on.

I need you to tell me that this won't change anything... Even though it's everything, I need to know that really, it's nothing...

Because despite the fact that your world is turning over...

I still need you there.

To cheer me up when I cry.

To smile with me when I laugh.

To give me a shoulder to sleep on, when I'm tired.

And most of all...

Because I haven't thanked you yet for what you've done.

So be okay.

She knows that he needs her — so she's there. There to protect him, guide him. Lead him forward in the thick darkness. Because that's... what friends are for, right?

But also, because he has to stay.

She knows that he's not fine. She also knows, though, that he'll mend. She'll fix him.

After all, he needs her and she needs him.

I need you.


At the beginning I tried to make a contrast w/ Chapter one, Ch1 being in short phrases and this one in long runons. Well, at the beginning. At the end I kinda broke that.

So yeah, this is short, but still. Favs and Reviews will be highly appreciated. XD

Thank you guys!

—Mikako-chan