Author Notes- Hello! So to avoid any confusion in the last chapter I had Spain call Romano "poco tomate" and in this chapter he calls him "pequeño tomate" both meant little tomato, however the way I wrote it the first time was little as in amount. So now it's the way it should be.

Also this chapter is much shorter than the other ones. I didn't mean for it to happen and it wasn't like I was being lazy, it just happened that way.

Warning: Who's ready for a feel trip? Yes, it's time for things to get very sad.

IMPORTANT: So I don't know how much I going to be able to update for awhile, the reason for this is not because of school or because of the convention. No, it's because of a creepy pervert I may have to testify against. (Hate my life) So chapters may be posted slower for a while. Sorry.

-Chapter 5-

"What do you mean going hunting?" Germany asked completely lost with the idea of Italy hunting. Italy smiled brightly "Romano and I are going hunting Vee~" Germany stared at him "Hunting for what exactly?" Italy nervously rubbed the back of his neck. "It's kind of complicated. Vee~" Germany frowned "Italy please don't avoid answering my questions." Italy whimpered "I just don't want you to get worked up over anything. Vee~" Italy hung his head avoiding eye contact with Germany, "So that means it will be dangerous?" Germany asked feeling worry sink into the peace he had finally gotten back. "No! At least it shouldn't be. So long as you stay with Prussia everything should be fine! Vee~" Italy lifted his head to Germany who was internally yelling at himself. "...Why's it important that Prussia and I stay together?" Germany hesitantly asked, Italy froze for a moment and then exhaled "I can't explain but it is extremely important you do exactly as I tell you. Vee~" Germany put his hand on his face and groaned "Prussia's gone." "What?!" Italy shouted in panic, his happy go lucky voice once again gone.

Germany's expression turned somewhat guilty as Italy panicked "Do you know where he is?!" Germany felt like he was shrinking as Italy's words got louder, "Y-yeah. He went for a walk." Italy's breathes were loud and uneven. "Romano!" He shouted as he ran out of his room and toward his with Germany following him, Italy slammed the door open. "R-Romano! Pru- *huff* Prussia's gone!" He yelled at Romano who had just turned around to see what was going on, his outfit was similar to his brother's but his scarf like thing around his shoulders was red. "What?! Where is he?!" Romano shouted back at Italy. "He went on a walk, I'm sure he fine." Germany said calmly trying to soothe the Italians, "Shut up potato bastard! You're so clueless it just infuriates me!" Romano yelled at Germany who typically shrugged Romano's words off but this time was a bit worried as of what he had done. "Stop it! Just stop fratello! We have to find Prussia and that's all there is to it!" Italy screamed making everything silent. "I-I'll look for him with you." Italy said gazing at Germany who was still getting used to this other side of Italy.

"Fratello...finding him will do nothing if we don't..." Romano glanced at Germany before looking back at his brother "...uccidere il demone." Italy sighed looking into his brother's eyes "You're right." he then turned to Germany who wished he understood Italian. "You'll have to look for Prussia with Spain, there's something that I can't put off for even a moment longer." He paused as he grabbed a clear bottle out from the white robe's over sized pockets "When you find him have him drink this, please don't ask. Just trust me." Germany took the bottle from Italy's dainty hands with a worried expression. "I'll go get Spain. Germany you get dressed, and make it fast." Romano fumed as he walked past the two. Germany nodded and ran off into Italy's bedroom and opened the drawer of Italy's dresser that had some of his clothes from times where he forgot them or Italy was cold and Germany let him borrow his jacket.

"Pequeño tomate?!" Spain's voice cried out making Germany worried for a moment but then realize he was just reacting to the way Romano's dressed. Germany got dressed in such a rush he didn't even fold his laundry, which would be very strange if not for the fact that he knows that there's something bad going on and Prussia is mixed up in it. He ran down then ran down into the hall toward the door just in time to see Spain stumble out from the living room still staring at Romano "I know that I need to hurry and help Germany find Prussia but could you tell me why you're wearing that?" "Would you just shut up?! It's complicated bastardo!" Romano yelled at Spain as he pushed him forward. "Italy we're leaving now!" Romano shouted at the hall toward his bedroom, "Okay I think this should do! Vee~" though Italy's voice was back to normal Germany notice his vee sounded somewhat distorted. He ran out from Romano's bedroom and once again shocked Germany with what he had.

In Italy's dainty hands was what looked like a machine gun and a incredibly well crafted sword that looked like it had been used many times, he also had a sash on that looked like it had at least five grenades attached to it. "I-Italy?!" Germany shouted in confusion, Italy just smiled at Germany and then turned to Romano and handed him the gun. "Romano and I are going now. Find Prussia as fast as you can..." he opened the door and Romano walked out and Italy started to walk out before stopping at the doorway and quietly saying in a voice just above a whisper that Germany strained to hear "...It could make the difference of life and death." and then quickly ran off to catch up with Romano leaving Germany alone to realize that his brother was in grave danger. He shouted to Spain who was in Romano's bedroom getting changed "Hey I'm going on ahead! We should split up to cover more ground!" Spain bursted out from Romano's bedroom still pulling up his pants, "Okay! You go the right side of the road and I'll go the left." Germany nodded and ran out of the house.

As soon as he got of the house he started to shout "Gilbert!" which developed into desperate screams as he ran down the road. Germany didn't care about the people who were staring at him, he just wanted to see that his brother was okay. He continued to run and run until he got to the point where had no idea where he was, he stopped and rubbed his hoarse throat and coughed hard. It hurt to breath, it wasn't until he looked at his hand that he realized he was shaking. He wasn't sure if it was because he didn't have any food in him and hadn't gotten very much sleep or if it was truly because he was scared. He looked around and saw that there was no one in the area had found himself at. Please let Spain have better luck than I'm having. He thought as he looked around for any familiar buildings. There were shops lined up but no customers or shopkeepers.

"Gilbert." Germany said quietly making his throat feel like it had been stabbed. He could feel his dry skin being relieved by the tears that he hadn't wanted to shed. He faintly heard mumbling and turned his head toward what looked like an abandoned park. There was a old rusted merry go round that looked like it couldn't turn anymore, and next to it was a swing set that also looked rusted. And sitting on one of the swings was a man whom was mumbling something, he had silver hair. Germany ran over to the park despite how badly he felt "Gilbert!" he yelled though it hurt more than many of the wounds he had earned during the war. He got close enough to see that it really was Prussia sitting down mumbling things that he couldn't understand. "Gil...bert?" Germany said concerned for his brother he was about to take a step closer when Prussia raised his arm. In his hand was a pistol, and he had aimed it at his own temple. "G-Gilbert? What are you doing?" Germany would've if hadn't been for the fact that at this point it hurt to breath.

Gilbert stopped mumbling and looked up at Germany, his eyes weren't the bright ones that seemed unstoppable. They were a dark crimson that looked so pained and hurt, it gave Germany goose bumps. "You too." Germany tilted his head at Prussia's words "You never there for me. No one was there for me." "Gilbert please put the gun down." Germany's voice cracked when he spoke "No. I shouldn't be here anymore. Prussia doesn't exist anymore! I don't exist anymore!" "Gilbert...please...you...you're awesome." Germany struggled to so much as speak. "No I'm not! You just like everyone else never understood! I would call myself awesome as a cry for help! I wanted someone to understand, I wanted someone to realize that I would say it over and over in attempt to convince myself that there was point in my existence! And you and everyone else not only didn't help me but found my attempt to deal with low self confidence annoying." He paused as he closed his eyes while he exhaled, "But now I don't exist. To many I'm nothing more than history." "Y-you can't." Germany practically begged as tears once more graced his broken down face. Prussia opened his eyes letting Germany see his crimson eyes, "Wiedersehen bruder." he pulled back the hammer on his pistol that made a loud click that made Germany internally scream.

The gun fell from Prussia's hand that had started trembling before it could pull the trigger. "West?" Prussia said as tears started to spill from his eyes. Germany didn't understand what had just happened but he fell to his knees and hugged his brother tightly. "I...I don't understand. When I was on my walk I ended up here and..." Germany let go and looked at Prussia who looked so confused and sad. Germany grabbed the bottle Italy had given him from his jacket pocket, "D-drink this." Germany's voice cracked and sounded awful. Prussia looked at Germany with concern as he took the bottle from Germany's hands "Y-your voice..." he stopped and uncapped the bottle and took a sip. Prussia immediately started to chug the bottle and stopped when only a fourth of it was left, he looked at Germany "What is this? It's awesome!" his eyes had brightened back to their normal candy red color. He held it out to Germany "You can have the rest. The awesome me can tell that you need it more." Germany quietly smiled at his brother took the bottle and chugged what was left of it. He then looked at the bottle questioningly "I-it's just water." his throat felt a little better but it only lasted a few seconds. "What do you mean it's water?! It tastes way more awesome than water!" Prussia shouted as he stood up.

He held his hand out to Germany "Come on! We need to get you to Italy's house. That voice sounds pretty strained, and those world conferences would be way too much fun if you lost your voice and couldn't make people shut up and listen." Germany stared at Prussia who looked so happy at the moment, "D-did you...m-mean what you said earlier?" Germany asked even though it hurt him to ask. Prussia stopped smiling and got down on one knee and looked Germany in the eyes "Yes and no." he continued "I really do have low self confidence and I really do hate that everyone is so blind. That you and others that are so close to me are oblivious. But do I want to kill myself? No. I'm going to keep on living till the day that everyone knows who I am." he stood up again. "Now get up! I don't know how you would make it through a meeting if you weren't able to speak." Grabbed Germany's hand and pulled him up making Germany lean on Prussia more he expected. "West?" He looked at his brother who was paler than usual. This might be too much for him. Prussia thought as he looked at his brother who seemed so weak at that moment.

Prussia wrapped Germany's arm over his shoulder "Don't worry, the awesome me will get you to the house."

Translations

Italian

Fratello

Means "Brother"

uccidere il demone.

Means "kill the demon."

Spanish

Pequeño tomate?!

Means "Little tomato?!"

Germen

Wiedersehen bruder.

Means "Goodbye brother."

More Author Notes- Yes I know this chapter was not only short but didn't have any of America, England or Greece. England at the moment is a wreck and requires America (which America doesn't want to leave him while he's like this anyway) and Greece is still kind of recovering and England is his responsibility so even if he felt okay he wouldn't be leaving to help the search.

And no this is not a Disney story where Prussia simply snapped out of it before killing himself because of his love for his brother or some cheesy crap like that. It will make sense in time.