Hetalia not mine.
Diary,
My heart hurts. All of East's land and people are gone. Prussia is gone. But East is somehow still alive.
I admit, I feel both jelousy and sympathy for him. When I lost my land and my people to foreign nations, I died, only to return as a ghost. But by some miracle, East lives. I know, though, he is in much pain, pain that a nation can never fully recover from.
Germany has given him a place to stay, but I don't know how long it will be until meine ӓlterer bruder joins me.
A short chapter with a hint of feels. I hope you enjoyed. (Third chapter today, and sixth one within two days. I would guess that it would be a new record if they weren't so short.)
Translations:
Meine ӓlterer bruder- my older brother