Headcanon where Prussia might die, or more so… his death is certain. His fellow nations gather to sign the papers that will end his life soon. He finds refuge in a certain hotel and meets a young Italian boy, who shows him that sadness doesn't always follow pain and that life is worth all of the suffering. Flashbacks of laughing with people just as obnoxiously loud as he was and proclaiming their awesomeness to the world and all their citizens. He remembers everything, sweet birdie, the one and only person who was awesome enough for Prussia to fall in love with.
It isn't until he stepped out into the red light of the dying sun and felt the dry desert air, hot from the black of the high way pavement, on his face that he knows that his legs and heart hurt no more.