Author's Note: These collection of tales was meant to be part of a song meme which I presume most are familiar with. None of these fics were meant to be historically accurate, although historical events have influenced some of the drabbles written.
I'm neither a professional writer, nor an English literature professor, so go easy on me. I assure you any and all mistakes be it grammar/spelling or otherwise are not intentional.
As always this fandom does not belong to me.
Scared - Tragically Hip
They were two old souls as West would say. Looking back on their long lives, Prussia could not disagree. He was dying a slow death, and even Hungary could not deny it, not anymore. Prussia did not mind, he was an old nation one that had lived well beyond his years. He did not fear death, truthfully he never had, but it was Hungary that he feared for.
What would become of her in his absence? She was a strong nation, powerful, passionate and entirely divided. She was his queen, his angel and his beloved. Hungary was also the only person he knew he could fully trust, the only one who had stood by his side throughout it all. Not even West could claim that title. Now in his twilight years Prussia understood that Hungary felt the same of him, and that troubled him more than he cared to admit.
Hungary's hand calloused, and warm slipped into his own fingers drawing his thoughts back to the present. Giving it a gentle squeeze, she kissed his cheek and teased him for being so lost to his memories. The future had become the past, and the present too would soon slip away. Yet the moment was still his own, and Prussia would be damned if he let it slip through his fingers too. Wrapping an arm around Hungary petite waist, he impishly grinned and kissed her full on the lips. His lover eagerly responded, before guiding him back to their small flat in the realms of her home.
Prussia might be dying, but he still had some life in his bones yet.