First off I just want to apologize for the feels in this drabble, you've been warned. This horrid little drabble was inspired by a youtube video called "Oh Death; Prussia / Holy Roman Empire" Go watch it, it's great, sad but great. I'll explain the German I used in this so you're not confused. Heilige Rom is Holy Rome, Bruder is brother, I think that's all I used. HRE does not officially have a human name, I am using my own fan one, I hope you don't mind. The name Ludovicus is Ancient Germanic (Latinized), in modern German it would be Ludwig, ha ha. I'm a huge supporter that HRE is Germany, thus the name. ;) I hope you enjoy.
Disclaimer: Hetalia is owned by Hidekaz Himaruya.
Failure as a Knight (NP)
The young Prussian knight cursed as he raced across the torn battle fields. The August sun seared his light colored skin, despite it finally beginning to set; and the heat made it nearly unbearable to run across the body littered fields. Sweat caused his light colored clothing to cling to his slender frame. He wanted nothing more than to lay on the ground and give in to his exhaustion but there was someone waiting for him. So Prussia continued to push his battle wearied body passed its limits.
'I'm coming brother, please be safe.'
Dread began to fill his body as he continued to run, something was wrong, he could feel it. His legs throbbed as he pushed forward trying to be mindful of the fallen all around him. The stench was revolting and had his stomach not been empty he would have emptied it onto the field.
"Heilige Rom!" he called out in desperation, his voice hoarse from earlier yelling.
He wished for nothing more than a horse to carrying him to his brother's side faster than his own abused legs could. His lungs cried out for air as he neared the area where his lord (brother) had been fighting earlier. He never wanted to leave him alone in the first place, despite his brother's skills. He was his knight after all, it was his duty to serve and protect him. However, his brother ordered him away, to fight in another location. Prussia couldn't fight it despite his apprehension, obedience was all.
His heart stopped the moment he got close enough to the area his brother was last in. He halted for a moment in disbelief. His older brother (lord) was laying on the unforgiving ground, not moving. Prussia's breath hitched in his throat as panic shot throughout his body.
"Heilige Rom!"
Prussia raced to his side and dropped to his knees. With trembling hands he gently shook his brother's shoulders as if fearing he'd hurt him. Tears formed in his crimson eyes as he got no response.
"Bruder! Wake up, answer me!"
After no movement, not even a twitch, from his brother's form he pulled him into his arms and began sobbing. This couldn't be right! Heilige Rom was a nation for Gott's sake, nations could die, right? His grip on his brother's body tightened as his body shook. This was not happening, he was his knight it was his job to protect him, he couldn't die. Prussia pulled away slightly to look at his brother's bruised face.
"Please… Ludovicus…"
His tears continued to fall as he looked at the smile on his brother's face. Unable to stand the pain, Prussia threw his head back in one last mournful cry. He had failed as a knight.