4. No Worries
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Germany doesn't worry.
He also doesn't wallow in grief, nor does he become angry and snap at everyone whenever someone mentions his brother.
He does not stop to reminisce to a memory that would suddenly come to mind, nor wallow in grief for the loss of his brother. He does not even bother to glance at those who started to talk about it— whom, after noticing the strict blonde nation can hear them, would awkwardly change the topic. Sometimes they end their talk quickly and wait for a reaction, a glare, anything, but have to be left waiting for nothing, as Germany would simply go on and continue with whatever he was doing, continue with his life.
It's not that he doesn't care for his brother, in fact, Germany loved—loves—his brother very much. It still breaks his heart whenever he remembers him lying on his bed, moaning in pain, and Germany being unable to do nothing; and it still hurts how his heart is soon crushed into pieces when just one day, Prussia vanishes into thin air as if he was never there, leaving behind sweat-soaked sheets, a younger brother crying on the bed, and a little yellow bird looking lost. (Germany doesn't think about it that much nowadays, and somewhere in the back of his mind, deep in his heart, he knows he'll never be able to get over the death—disappearance of his brother.)
He also doesn't think how his brother might be right now, if he's doing fine or if he misses them; nor does he imagine what it would be like if everything was different.
Because he knows, that wherever Prussia maybe, whoever, wherever, or whatever he may be now, he's probably enjoying himself. (Even more so than he did during his last days of existence.)
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