His mouth gaped open and close like a dying fish on land. His hands trembled as he drew you closer. The red pupils in his eyes were small compared the widened eyelids.
"N-no way right?" His voice also shook. "There's no Prussia on the world map but I'm still alive! You're not going to disappear!" You could tell he was trying to convince you as well as himself.
"At least you still East Germany. You're part of a country, like Feliciano and Lovino. But I have nothing." You felt tears welling up. "Nobody calls my country home anymore, Gil. Nobody remembers me. Even at the height of my history, I'm so, so insignificant compared to others. I'm so small that being gone won't make a difference. I didn't even graze humanity's history."
"No, there are records of your country! At least in some history books, they'll mention you and your people. You may be small, (name), but you're strong. You're a country and you've been so for centuries! You're not going to disappear!" he frantically tried to reason, his eyebrows furrowed in desperation.
"What about the Holy Roman Empire?" you mentioned bleakly. "He disappeared all of a sudden too didn't he? The point is, Gil, no one else has the same nationality as me anymore."
He sat silently, fighting off the tears that threatened to dampen his cheeks.
"I don't want you to go." he whimpered, his head bowed low, staring somberly at his clasped hands.
"Gil…"
He glanced back at your pained (e/c) eyes. Your fumbling fingers unhooked the silver chain necklace hanging from your neck. There was a small figure on the necklace. It was a black and silver eagle. Gilbert's eyes flashed in recognition of the figure. You eased open his palm, gently slipped in the necklace, and closed the hand again.
"Gilbert, don't forget me." Your voice cracked mid-sentence.
"I will never forget you for as long as I live. Nor will I let anyone else forget." He fiercely vowed.
You allowed a small smile to form as you looked at your lap. Your hands were rapidly getting transparent. I really am disappearing, you grimly thought.
"(name)."
Two fingers tilted your face upwards and your lips met Gilbert's. For the first and last time you observed him from this direct angle: the unique platinum tousle of hair, the wistful red eyes sometimes tinged with violet and blue, the pale albino skin, and that arrogant but awesome smile on his face as he cherished the soft touch of your fading lips. His eyes slowly fluttered close like a sleepy child as you kissed back.
"Ich liebe dich, Gil."
With one final smile stretched across your face, you simply vanished forever.
