A/N: This chapter contains religious!Prussia. Obviously, if you are going to be offended, just skip this chapter.
Also, I'm not particularly religious, so any inaccuracies about how to pray are completely my fault.
Prussia knelt before the altar.
In older days, it would not have been so surprising to see him there. He had prayed a lot.
He hadn't prayed in a while.
"God, if you're listening…"
He didn't know how to continue. It wasn't that this was a Catholic Church and he had been Protestant for centuries. No, it wasn't that. Had he…forgotten how to talk to God? Was that possible?
"The Serenity prayer says that we must accept the things we cannot change, have the courage to change the things we can, and that we must be wise enough to tell the difference. But-"
He was no longer aware what language he was speaking, Latin or German. Did it matter? Couldn't God listen in all languages?
"But I can't accept seeing my friend tear himself apart. Yet, I don't know how to change that. I- I can't let anyone exist as I did, but I don't know how to stop it."
The candles on the altar flickered.
"Please, God, watch over my wife and my son- it will be a son, won't it?- and Denmark…Don't let Denmark fall into the void. That's not an existence anyone should have, least of all him. He's gone through some much…"
He was rambling, but he didn't care.
"Let him- let everyone- be happy. Let there be peace for once. Please, God."
He continued kneeling for a moment, waiting for something- anything!- to indicate that he'd been heard.
There was nothing.