Prussia had known for a long time that his death was looming close, and that every day could very well be his last. As such, he made an effort to live each day to the fullest, doing as he pleased regardless of what the people around him thought. After all, what harm would a little fun do? If anything, there would be one extra thing for everyone to remember him for.

Despite his acceptance of his fate though, when the day actually came about, he completely shut down. He simply stood, staring into the bathroom mirror, not knowing what to do or say. Would his planned last words really have much of an impact? Now that he thought of it, they seemed pretty weak and uninspired. What would future generations think if they happened to read them? They'd probably just laugh in amusement, and that would just be unthinkable.

He felt a sudden sharp pang in his chest and he hunched in pain, turning around instinctively to see if Germany was nearby.

"West..." He moaned, stumbling out of the bathroom and losing his balance. His back scraped against the wall as he slipped to the floor, his breath becoming rapidly weaker.

"West, where the fuck are you?" He thought, as his eyesight failed and everything became a nauseating blur.


Prussia lay there, clinging onto his life for an indefinite amount of time before a door opened in the distance. Germany walked casually inside, not yet aware of his older brother's impending fate. He hung up his coat just like any other day, and walked through the hall expecting to hear Prussia's voice.

Germany soon found him lying helplessly just outside the bathroom and panicked, rushing to his side.

"Prussia, are you alright?! Tell me!"

"West...I'm dying..." Prussia tried to say, but his tongue went numb and he couldn't get the words out of his mouth. He simply stared fearfully up at Germany, his eyes giving everything away.

"You can't leave now, I still need your help..." Germany muttered, shaking his head. He bent over and took hold of Prussia's hand and uttered a silent prayer.


Prussia lost the feeling in his legs and clasped Germany's hand tighter. He couldn't see clearly at all anymore and he secretly despaired about the fact that his younger brother was now but a vague figure to him. The only thing that convinced him that it was Germany was the familiar gruff voice that he'd taken for granted for years.

"West, please promise me...that you'll never forget me..." Prussia was finally able to whisper, as the rest of his body faded away.