Dear West,
I know you're probably sick and tired of me saying this to you every day, but Ich liebe dich, mein kleiner Bruder. I've always had and that won't change. Heh…I remember when you were small and you depended on me so much back then. You were such a crybaby too. I know you think I'm always going to be there for you, and I'll try, but sometimes…you'll have to face your own problems too. Alone. Are you understanding me, West? One day…it might not be soon, but one day…I'm entrusting you with my entire kingdom. I'm growing weak and old, West. I feel my chest clench over the slightest of injuries. When the time comes, I will dissolve and pass on. When that time comes, please do not cry. You are strong West and I will always be there to watch over you. Also, promise me one thing…live, West. Live for the both of us. Please promise me this, Deustchland.
-Deine Bruder,
Preußen
Germany read the letter over in silence. It was dated back in the time before Germany had officially become a country. When he had just been a collection of states, really. Prussia had written this, so many years in advanced, but he had never given it to his brother-to Germany. Now…it was too late. If only Germany had found the letter earlier, maybe he could have saved his brother from dissolving. Maybe, instead of his own country, he could have helped Prussia rebuild his empire to it's former glory.
Germany had always believed that Prussia would be by him. Always. He was there during the second world war, when he had been punished severely. Prussia had been disbanded in Germany's place, Germany knew this. Even after, his older brother had been with him to cheer him up. To think that Germany had found him annoying…it was now something he had regretted. It wasn't that Prussia was a good-for-nothing-none-nation. He only tried to distract Germany because he knew that his little bruder was stressed out. That he needed something to take out those feelings on.
"Preußen…" Germany mumbled, running his hand through his messy blonde hair. "You said you'd always be there for me…why did you have to choose now to leave me. I thought…heh…I probably shouldn't have thought that though. Thinking that you'd always be by my side…I should know by now, that nothing is eternal. Now even nation's promises."
Germany got up slowly, accidentally knocking over the envelope. He knelt down to pick it up, noticing another letter inserted so that it could barely be seen in it.
Oh, have you found the second part to this letter now? I always knew you were a smart child. Or you might not have noticed and you accidentally dropped the envelope. I didn't really want you to read this part, so once I'm done writing it, I will hide it in the envelope in an extremely awesome, yet clever way.
Heh…I know that you've always been guilty about the disbandment of Prussia. Trust me, it was never really your fault. But…at that time, I did blame you. When they had said "The Kingdom of Prussia is now disbanded", when I heard those words…I hated you from the bottom of my heart. The days I spent with Russia were cold and they hurt horribly. He was never kind about it. When the Wall of Berlin was built, it felt like a part of me was blocked from the world. In a way, I was grateful for Russia's senseless beatings. They were the only thing that rooted me to this world. In days where he didn't take his anger out on me or any of the others, it was fun, but it wasn't the same.
I missed you, mein kleiner Bruder. I truly did. That was when I realized that, you weren't at all to blame. I had lived my life as well, it was time for you to live yours and…let's face it, I was never really good a running a country and the only reason I stood was because of my rulers. I'm sorry for ever blaming you and don't treat yourself too harshly.
Like I stated in the letter years before, I do hope that you will take care of what once had been my empire. My time with you is done, Deustchland.
Silent tears fell from Germany's face until he heard a loud bang from outside. He jumped, running to his window and seeing a strange man with a somewhat small frame, standing just outside in the garden, though his back was turned towards the window. Germany rushed down and to the garden, grabbing the man's arm and turning him around.
"What are you doing on my property?" Germany growled.
The man had white hair that slightly covered his red eyes that twinkled with mischief. He looked about seventeen or eighteen. He looked at Germany with superiority, flinging off Germany's grip.
"I'm the amazingly awesome Prussia," he snarled, grinning, "you got a problem with that?"
"Prussia…" Germany's voice trailed off as he stared at the younger man.
"Yeah," he said, with a grin, "awesome right? I used to be called the Kingdom of Prussia until I was disbanded and become Russia's territory."
"Prussia," Germany said again, his eyes widening.
"Yeah! What's wrong with you?" Prussia said, looking at him funny. "Are you shocked by my awesomeness?"
Germany pulled Prussia into a tight hug, "Mein bruder."
Prussia laughed, "Seems like your brain is working alright."
"But you're d-"
"The d word is forbidden in my presence," Prussia said. When Germany pulled away, Prussia's face had softened, "I'm sorry that I left."
"But why did you-"
"It's complicated," Prussia waved his hand, "I don't want to talk about it. The only thing I want you to know it that as long as Berlin is the capital of Germany, I will stay standing. Though…I just want you to know something."
"What?"
"I won't be able to be by your side anymore," Prussia said.
"What, why-"
"It's the rule. I'll be here," Prussia pointed at Germany's heart, "forever and always though. Just keep that in mind. Berlin."
"Berlin."
"If Berlin stays your capital, I might have a chance of coming back," Prussia smirked.
Germany watched as Prussia began to fade, "Wait, Prussia-!"
"Berlin, remember," Prussia reminded him. "Oh and one more thing-"
But before Germany could hear, the nation woke up from his fitful sleep.
