#14: Smile
Pairing: I had one in mind when I wrote this and I'll say who in the bottom AN, but you can insert whoever you want.
Words: 621
He knew that eventually he would die. Ever since he had lost his land he had been slowly fading. The other nations? They were tiny pieces of the world that helped it function while he was deadweight. He didn't want to die; he had just known that it was coming for 67 long years now. The anticipation made it that much worse; thinking about it every free moment had wasted the time he had left, and now he regretted it. He knew that the smile he showed to his friend was weak and filled with sadness, but there was nothing more he could do. There was no reason anymore for him to hide his heartbreak.
-xXVXx-
I had always been aware that Prussia was barely clinging on to life, but his loud proclamations of awesomeness had drowned out how dismal he was feeling. He must have been waiting to die for decades now, having lost almost everything he held dear; saddled with the knowledge that there was no way to avoid his imminent demise. How had I not noticed? I pride myself in being very perceptive, yet I never picked up on Prussia's obvious depression.
He wondered what was going on. As he walked through the woods he felt almost like an intruder; as if the forest itself was rejecting his presence. The skies were dark and dreary, with gray clouds hovering on the horizon. The sun had been covered up for quite some time, casting everything into a murky, dim atmosphere. Maybe it was because he was in Germany and not in his own native woods? Never the less, he should continue on. Some feeling told him that if he turned back now all he would feel was guilt.
He couldn't contain the gasp as he looked out into the clearing he had come upon. Never in his life had he imagined how Prussia must have dressed when he was still his own nation, always imagining him in his most recent military clothing or the casual t-shirt and jeans that he wore sometimes. Prussia had always looked special because of his albinism, but he had never thought that anyone could look so majestic. He was a country born to fight, and though it reflected in his dress it also made him think that all this time the Prussian had been locking up his true self.
The spotless navy blue coat that had never been torn, gentle gray pants and tall black boots that seemed to repel dirt. A deep red cape billowed out behind him, seeming to have a mind of it's own as it shook in the breeze. The hat was what stunned him most of all. It seemed to fit the Prussian's personality so well, yet all these years it had been tucked away. Gilbird was settled on Prussia's pointer finger as he held it out, clear remorse showing on his face. The sadness of the scene made tears start dripping onto his shirt collar of their own accord, without ever receiving his permission.
Then Gilbird took off, emitting a single tweet in tune with his owner's agonized shout. The dying cry of a fading legacy.
"I'm sorry Old Man Fritz…" Was all he heard before Prussia vanished.
-xXVXx-
He wouldn't want me to feel so broken, right? He would want me to smile and go visit the personal memorial that he created for his awesome self. I have faith in him. When my country dies he'll be there waiting for me, with that huge smile that cheered me up every time I saw it. So full of emotion, yet somehow controlled at the same time. Wait for me with that dazzling grin that suits you so well.
I'm Prussia-centric. I feel like every time I see a theme it would fit him best... Idk why. Anyway this was originally PruCan, then I decided it could just be an insert whoever thing.