The two arrived at a worn-out building. What any normal person would see as an abandoned house lost to time, Prussia couldn't help but get nostalgic seeing his old home again.

He rubbed the rusted mailbox with his name on it.

"It's been awhile hasn't it?"

While Prussia occasionally made trips back to his broken down home, it was mainly for business. Everything belonged to Russia now. He felt like a stranger trespassing. He tried his best not to get sad.

Prussia walked up the porch steps when he realized Lithuania stopped following him. His arms were crossed refusing to go beyond the front gate.

"What's the hold up?" Prussia asked.

"I'll wait here until you're done," Lithuania said.

"It's too spooky to go by myself!"

"Then let's go back." Lithuania didn't move an inch, not humoring Prussia in the slightest. "Why did we come here? This place brings me nothing but unpleasant memories."

Prussia noted the pained look in Lithuania's eyes. A part of him knew bringing him here would be a bad idea, yet another part was compelled to weakly relive the one time they got along as nations.

Before he ruined everything.

"They weren't all bad memories were they?"

"For you maybe."

During that time the Polish-Lithuania Commonwealth was in dire straits. To save Poland, Lithuania tosses his pride and asked Prussia for help. Prussia eagerly took the opportunity to make a fool of him, and Lithuania had to answer his every whim.

Eventually the alliance fell through, making all of Lithuania's efforts for nothing. Once again Prussia got the last laugh at his expense.

Just thinking about it annoyed Lithuania.

"I don't want to relive the time you left me for dead."

"You didn't die!"

"Your right, my life became an unending hell. Death would have been much sweeter," Lithuania snarked.

"...fine," Prussia grumbled. "You can go back. I'll return on my own."

Prussia turned, entering the house by himself.

Lithuania didn't care if Prussia pouted about it. He wasn't going in that house. Lithuania turned away from the house preparing to return to Russia's. He can easily tell Russia that he couldn't find Prussia and let that idiot get punished. It'll be a good lesson for him always dragging Lithuania around.

Lithuania stomped away a good distance before stopping. Instead of leaving, Lithuania sat down beneath a nearby tree. From the corner of his eye, he saw the house. He used to come in and out of Prussia's house during their alliance.

Although it's been a couple of centuries, Lithuania faithfully remembered every aspect of that house.

The room they had negotiations in, the kitchen where he made food, and the living room where Prussia was always making a racket. He wanted so bad to forget. After spending years at Russia's house, he thought his memory would fade away, but just looking at the building triggered him.

The tranquil noise of nature ended with a god piercing scream. Birds scattered at the noise, as Lithuania jerked up. Silence soon followed afterwards. Lithuania became tense.

What was that?

He got up and waited. Prussia didn't leave the building worrying Lithuania further.

Lithuania rushed towards the house. He went up the creaky wooden stairs to the front door. He pushed open the unlocked door. The complete silence made him uneasy.

He considered calling out for Prussia but stopped himself. What if there's someone else inside? While he wasn't the strongest nation, he can handle himself against a normal human. He quietly tiptoed along the halls.

While the entire place was abandoned, he easily navigated around the debris.

He spotted droplets of blood on the floor. They were bright red so it had to be recent. Is it from Prussia? Was he attacked? Lithuania panicked. Nations can withstand more than humans, however based on Prussia's current health, a surprise attack can do serious damage.

As Lithuania was investigating, another awful scream filled the house. Lithuania rushed to the noise preparing for whatever he might find.

He turned the corner to see Prussia in a kneeled position with blood on his face. Lithuania immediately ran over.

"What happened!?" Lithuania asked. He proceeded to wipe the blood off of Prussia's face with his shirt sleeve.

"I was caught off guard…"

"Are they still nearby?" Lithuania cautiously looked around.

"No…" Prussia weakly looked away. "This happened on it's own."

"...what?" Lithuania desperately tried to make sense of what he heard. "The blood on your face...and in the hallway."

"That's because of the dust."

Lithuania looked closer to see the blood not coming from a wound, but from Prussia's nose.

"But...I heard you scream!"

"Oh that...I saw something while I was wandering around. Not that I was scared or anything! It was super big!" Prussia insisted.

At that moment, a small mouse scurried passed the two. Prussia shrieked and immediately hid behind Lithuania.

Dust allergies? A mouse?

He looked down at his sleeve with blood. Prussia couldn't look Lithuania in the eye. He knew he had to be mad. Another reason for him to hate Prussia. Suddenly a strange sound snapped him out his guilt. He looked up to Lithuania covering his mouth poorly.

Lithuania couldn't help but laugh, "How lame!"

"Don't laugh!"

The only time Prussia saw Lithuania laugh was at his misery.

Lithuania easily caught the mouse with his bare hands much to Prussia's horror. Unlike Prussia, Lithuania had more experience handling rodents due to his time as a farming nation. He held it by its tail and tossed it outside.

"It's gone," Lithuania said.

The mocking smile on his face pissed Prussia off.

Prussia's attention soon shifted to a familiar object in the rubble. Prussia picked up and cleaned the tube shaped object. Lithuania realized it was a flute. He never imagined Prussia with such a delicate instrument.

Prussia held the flute with a ridiculous pose. "I'm a master of the flute, don't you know?"

"Is it as horrible as your singing?"

"What are you talking about!? My voice is godly! Let me play you something!"

Prussia gestured for Lithuania to sit. Lithuania didn't have a choice it seemed. He found a spot on a squeaky sofa. This was once Prussia's favorite spot, now it was merely a safety hazard.

Prussia took a small breath. While the house was in shambles, he had no issues standing amongst it with pride.

Flute in his hand, Prussia played a soft note. His playing briefly gave life to the worn out house.

The last time Prussia remembered playing a song for someone was for his brother, Holy Roman Empire. As he laid in bed, Prussia played him a song they practiced together. Holy Roman Empire played the flute as well, but slowly Prussia became the sole player.

Instead of asking about rebuilding his empire, Holy Rome Empire would ask about Italy. Prussia couldn't understand why.

While he liked Italy as well, he couldn't imagine being so devoted to one person you don't care about your upcoming death. Especially Holy Roman Empire, the boy who spent all his time trying to be as great as Rome.

Being around Lithuania, however, gave him such nonsensical notions. The need to touch and possess someone consuming his every thought. It's not as if Lithuania was pretty like Hungary or cute like Italy. Despite this, Prussia found himself compelled to Lithuania.

That feeling made him feel weak. He wanted nothing to do with it. So he focused his talents on something he was good at: war.

He forgot about Lithuania, and filled his mind with battles no matter where they were. Even as he slowly lost his strength, he fought as that's all he was good for.

Yet his old feelings never subsided. Instead it filled him with deep guilt and loneliness for the thing he once had.

As the years passed, occasionally, Prussia thought about checking in on Lithuania but always pushed the thought from his mind. After all, what would he say?

Sorry for ditching you?

How lame would that be?

So he continued to ignore his feelings until the faithful day, he too was under Russia's control.

As he did chores around Russia's house, his war-filled brain became useless.

Despite all this, he couldn't help but think of Lithuania. Even as he got sicker, even as Lithuania continued to glare at him, and even as Russia scared him to his wit's end - a small part of him was relieved. He finally had an excuse to see Lithuania again.

Is this what Holy Roman Empire was talking about?

Prussia didn't know.

All he knew was that life as a powerful nation was over, and he felt empty at the realization.

What else did he have to offer to Lithuania?

He isn't as close to him as Poland, and he wasn't as powerful as Russia. All he had was ruins to an old house that wasn't even his anymore.

Prussia finished his performance for his single audience member.

Lithuania softly clapped. Prussia snapped out his trance remembering where he was, reverting back to his smug self.

"So how was it!?"

Lithuania gave a small smile, "It sounded very nice."

Prussia wasn't expecting a serious response, he couldn't help be embarrassed.

"R-right!? Kneel before my artist aura!"

"Ugh…" Lithuania loudly groaned. Suddenly he began coughing. Prussia noticed the two of them were covered in dust and spider webs. "Let's go. The dust is getting to me too."

They walked out of the house leaving the ruins of Prussia's former glory. He never considered what to do about the future as he aimlessly spent is days under Russia, however, he had no issues vividly reliving the past. Everything he once had remained in the past as he moved forward with nothing.

Maybe that's why he brought Lithuania.

Prussia tugged at Lithuania's shirt. Before, he could easily pull him towards him, but now in his weakened state, Lithuania had the upper hand.

Lithuania curiously looked at him.

"What's wrong? Is your nose still bleeding?"

Prussia grimaced.

"Forget about that! About earlier...why didn't you go back?"

"Russia asked me to bring you back himself," Lithuania said. "I would be a fool to upset him."

Prussia couldn't deny that. He hoped for something more. However, he was still happy Lithuania stayed.

"I forgot. You do everything Russia ask," Prussia said, his tone mocking. "Don't you get bored being Russia's honor roll student?"

Lithuania shrugged. "This is my everyday life. The only difference is that you're here now."

"Is that supposed to be good or bad?"

Lithuania paused before answering, "...I'm still deciding."