The Last Reunion

By: Insanity's Pen

A/N: I am so sorry for the extremly late update! I got caught up with school work. I'll try my best to update faster!

Prussia arrived to Germany's home just in time to find him and Italy eating a delicious dinner prepared by Italy himself.

"The awesome me has arrived!" he announced with a grand sweeping motion.

"You're late." Germany greeted without looking up.

"Ja, ja, only by a few minutes." Prussia dismissed, sitting next to him at the dining table.

"Half an hour is a few?" the younger raised a brow.

"Well, what can I say? You can't rush awesomeness! Kesesese~!"

"Ve~! But he's here now! Here have some pasta!" Italy happily loaded Prussia's plate with a steaming heap of pasta.

"Danke!" the albino said before digging in. He really enjoyed Italy's cooking and would often find himself eagerly waiting for the man's visits as it always meant he wouldn't have to cook that day.

"So, did you finish all your errands?" Germany asked before bringing a forkful of pasta to his lips.

"Ja." Prussia mumbled with his mouth full.

"Oooh, what kind of errands were they?" asked Italy.

"Invitations to my awesome dinner party!" Prussia replied proudly.

"And where is this dinner party going to be held, exactly?" Germany inquired, already feeling a headache coming on.

"Why, here of course! Where else bruder?" Prussia's laughter was briefly cut off as he tried to hide a wince when Germany smacked him with his napkin. Was he already that weak? Italy narrowed his eyes as he noticed.

"You idiot! Have you forgotten the last time you threw a party here? France practically molested everyone and England got hysterically drunk!"

"Which reminds me, you still have to fix that hole in the ceiling that he made." Prussia beamed innocently.

Germany turned red.

"No."

"Was?" Prussia tilted his head to the left.

"I said, no. You are not throwing a party."

"Aw, c'mon West! Just this once? Pleeeeaaase?" Prussia pouted.

Italy, who had been strangely quiet throughout the whole conversation, spoke up.

"I think a party would be a great idea, ve~!" The two arguing brothers paused in their attempts to throttle each other to stare at the Italian.

"See, West, even your boyfriend agrees with me!" Prussia laughed at his brother's glare. Germany groaned.

"…Fine. You can have your party." Germany was putty in Italy's hands; he could never deny him anything. "But you will do all the necessary arrangements and cleaning. I will not be lending you any money either."

"Yes!" Prussia cheered. The trio finished their meal as they made idle chatter.

"Oh, hey, Italy," Prussia reached into his messenger bag and pull another envelope and handed it to the brunette. "Here's an invitation to my awesome party!"

"Ve~! Yay! I get to go, too!" Italy gratefully accepted the invitation. Prussia laughed at the man's enthusiasm.

"Well, I'm off to bed!" Prussia declared making a fast get away.

"Wait, it's your turn wash the—" Germany cut off when he noticed the albino was nowhere in sight. "Fine, I guess I'll do the dishes tonight. Italy you can wait for me upstairs if you like."

"Okay~!" the Italian responded before bounding up the stairs to Germany's room.

~x~

Prussia got into bed moving as slowly as he could possibly manage. Oh, how his bones ached. He had a killer migraine and his skin stung with the million pin pricks. His breathing was labored as he tried to get into a comfortable enough position for another pain filled night of torture. When will the pain end?

~x~

Germany wiped his hands dry on a clean dish rag and headed upstairs. When he entered his room he was surprised to find Italy on his bed with a trouble look on his usually cheerful face. It looked so odd and out of place.

"Italy? Is everything okay?" he inquired. Startled, the said man jumped as he whipped his head up.

"Oh! Germany!" Italy gasped. Germany walked over and sat next to him on the bed.

"What's wrong?"

Italy looked down at his hands where he held a folded piece of paper. Without a word he held it up for Germany to take. Germany was beyond confused and more than a little worried as he took the paper. It was thick, they fancy kind that they used to use for invitations back then. It was held closed with a wax seal and the Prussian eagle stamped above it. Carefully he opened it to reveal a neat, handwritten cursive script. He began to read.

I, the extremely awesome Prussia, am requesting your presence to my very awesome black-and-white dinner party! The awesome get together will be held on this coming 25th of February at 7 o'clock in the German residence. Please wear formal attire in black and white. For your convenience, rooms will be available for those who wish to arrive on an earlier date.

I ask that if I have ever done you wrong, that you be willing to set aside any hard feelings. I would feel most honored if you could grace me with your presence. It would mean the world to me.

Hope to see you there!

The awesome Prussia

Germany was silent, his mind blank. He didn't know what was more surprising, the fact that Prussia had actually written that himself, or the fact the he was being so humble (well, humble for him anyway) and pleading. He vaguely registered Italy's hand on his shoulder. He turned his head slowly to meet the smaller man's teary eyes.

"Germany..." Italy began.

How could he be so stupid? Italy had noticed before he did. How could he not notice until now? Germany felt the urge to slap himself for his obliviousness. He wanted to cry, but his mind couldn't function properly enough to do so. Italy buried his face into Germany's chest and sobbed loudly. The blonde wrapped his arms around the smaller man's body. He closed his eyes tightly.

It would mean the world to me.

God, how could he not notice that his own brother was dying?