The clouds that hung over the grave were dark and heavy with tears of Heaven. The Nations that gathered respectfully hung their head low, waiting for the priest to start his speech. There was a slight breeze that came from the east which created the quiet rustle of the leaves from the trees. Other than that, it was silent. A type of silent that Gilbert Beilshmidt would have hated to witness.

Hungary clung silently to Austria's black coat and Austria put a protective arm over her shoulder, his eyes stinging with tears. Germany's head hung low, avoiding the gaze of the other countries who had tried to comfort him to no avail. Spain had lost his usual glimmer in his eye, the one that would be able to light up any gloomy room. France had been quiet since he had heard that his dear friend had passed on. Not a single word came from his mouth and no one was able to change that.

You see, it had been centuries since the disbandment of the Kingdom of Prussia. All was fine and Germany and the others had thought "He's not going to disappear like Roman Empire had, or Germania". Prussia himself though had not alluded himself away from the possibility of that happening. He knew that some day, even if it was thousands upon thousands of years from then, that he would no longer be. The possibility had still lingered in the older nations mind, and that was apparent in his journals that he wrote daily until that day.

All of the countries had been hit hard. They hadn't forgotten that Prussia was no longer an empire or a country. It was just that…his people-his descendants-had held on for so long, keeping up their strength. There wasn't a doubt in anyone's mind that one day, Prussia might become a country again. That was before the storm hit and news was told of the nation's death.

The one that was hit the hardest was Germany. It had been three weeks since he had discovered the corpse of his brother and he hadn't eaten at all. He had drunk water, but he hadn't touched a single plate of food Hungary prepared. Besides water, he consumed beer. Jugs upon jugs until the day of the funeral. Italy had tried to comfort him, offer him pasta even, but it was no use. Germany had withdrawn into a state of distraught confusion and anger.

As the priest spoke, Germany rarely acknowledged his words. Something about how great Prussia was. Was? Is. He still is great. The priest continued on to talk about how well he had done to raise Germany and how he had been a good big brother. Had been. Those words pierced Germany's heart. Prussia was still alive, he had to be. He wasn't dead, he was probably just playing around and he'll jump out somewhere and scare everyone. That's what he'd do. That's what Ludwig's big brother, Gilbert, would do.

"Ludwig," Austria said, his voice stern beside him, "It's our turn…"

Germany snapped out of his trance, everyone's eyes bore into him. He stood up, slightly wobbling on his two feet as he made his way up to the podium, where Hungary stood. Austria took his place next to Hungary, who was first to speak.

"Prussia…he's an amazing person as we all know," Hungary said. "Charming, annoying though, and optimistic. He's…he's survived so long even without his people or his land…it really is honorable…"

The words were droned out by the waves in Germany's mind. Every time Hungary spoke: crash. Every time something was said about Prussia: crash. Up until the end, when it was finally Germany's turn.

Germany leaned against the podium for support. He felt nervous, something he hadn't felt since he was young. He hadn't prepared a speech, had the others? He hadn't noticed. "Um…I…Prussia was my brother. He raised me when I was young and did his best to treat me like a regular brother would if I had been a regular child. He taught me how to fight, how to hunt. He taught me how to laugh and have fun, things I rarely did with all the stress of being an empire."

There were a few mumbles of agreement.

"He…he guided me in the best route he could choose. Up until…that. He couldn't have stopped me and in turn…I hurt him. I should have shouldered that blame, but he knew I wouldn't have been able to stand it…it stripped him of his people and his wealth. His title as an empire. He was nothing, but he still smiled," Germany felt tears stinging his eyes, threatening to fall. "He still smiled. When I was afraid that he was going to disappear right before my eyes, he said "Don't worry. I'm not going to leave you alone until I know this mess has been cleared up". As you might know…recently I've finished paying off some debts. I know I shouldn't assume things, but…starting then, even though Prussia seemed to have a large weight lifted off his shoulders, he seemed to look sick. His skin was paler than regular and he looked like he never had enough sleep, though he always slept early when it wasn't the weekends. I just…I regret."

German chocked up, staring down at his hands as the tear rolled down his cheeks. He felt Hungary's arms wrap around him and she cooed comfortingly into his ear and slowly stroked his broad back.

He felt himself being slowly eased off stage. He didn't know what happened next, because he blanked out.