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Chapter Twenty: Aus der Traum

Things were calm. Really, they finally were. Prussia was back to his adult body and off in his room playing a game. All of the Bad Touch Trio were normal and going about life, as were their counterparts. Here Germany was, getting actual work done. But how long could that last? He knew, he knew when he heard that knock on the door that it was a harbinger of trouble, putting his day into chaos yet again.

... And yet he still answered it. He rose a brow down at the sailor boy that smiled at him. "Gilbert home?" He asked.

"... Bruder, you have a visitor," Germany called back, eyes still trained on Sealand. After the antics these two had gotten to at the meeting, he was skeptical.

"I do?" Prussia yelled back from his room. No matter who it was, he had to defeat this boss! "One sec! I almost got this guy dead!"

Germany sighed. "He's busy. Do you want me to-?" He blinked. Sealand had disappeared when he looked away.

"You know if you stay in that back left corner you're out of range of that one really powerful attack of his," Sealand explained, sitting cross-legged on Prussia's bed.

"Woah, really?" Just in time too! Prussia quickly moved his character to the special corner and laughed gleefully. "Yes! Awesome work kid!"

At the praise Sealand grinned, blushing a little. He'd been worried. Even with the passing word from Prussia as he was carried out after his body grew, he'd thought maybe the albino would forget about him, or be different as an adult. He'd worried for nothing. "No prob."

"Ah fuck! Fuck!" Prussia kicked his feet around and shook the controller around as he attacked the monster. "Don't fly you fucker! I can't get you! Stay down!"

"Can't you get on that ledge in the back to jump at him from a higher level?"

"I've tried!" He whined, moving back into the corner to get away from the damn attack. "I just fall down!"

"Then you're not timing it right."

"Well if you're so smart," Prussia thrust the controller at the kid. "You do it!"

Surprised to literally have responsibility for his mouthing off dropped into his lap, Sealand was taken aback for a second before he recovered and took the device in hand. Thick English brows knitted together and tongue stuck out in concentration, he kept his eyes on the screen while his fingers moved. From there he managed the character up onto the ledge he had mentioned and waited. Once the boss paused that second to charge up the attack that would normally have the warrior in his corner, Sealand had him jump and land on the thing, sword drawn. A howl blasting from the screamers spoke the demise of the enemy. "Ha!"

"Fucking! Ah damn kid!" Prussia grabbed the controls back and quickly got his game saved. He pulled Sealand into a hug and ruffled his hair. "Nice going!"

In half-hearted attempts Sealand tried to push Prussia away, laughing. "It's all in the timing!"

"You have sweet timing! Hey whatchya doing here anyways?"

The boy stuck out his tongue. "Hiding from stupid England."

That brought a laugh. "What for?"

"'Cause he grounded me after what happened at the meeting!"

"What? Seriously? That's bullshit!" Prussia laughed and ruffled the kid's hair. "Don't you have those Nordic guys acting like parents more an Iggs? He complains about that plenty enough when drunk."

Those cheeks puffed in a pout. "Yeah, but he talked to Su and convinced him I need to be disciplined." Sealand hated it, being grounded by his father figure for the first time. The man was always so cool! Didn't mind much as long as the kid didn't get hurt. Finland worried, but he did that anyway.

"Augh that sucks! You had a good idea coming to me!" The albino laughed and turned his game off. "Whatchya feel like doing?"

Ah shit. For a second Sealand looked away, blushing a little in embarrassment. He shook his head. The boy turned back to Prussia quite serious. "Can you teach me to fight so England will shut up?"

"Can I?" Damn he knew this kid was awesome, but this awesome? "Hell yeah!"

An incredibly large grin came upon Sealand's face. "Thank you!" He said, hugging Prussia.

"Of course! What do you want to learn first?"

Good question... Finally, eyes having been to the ground in that, Sealand turned to Prussia again. "I don't know. What did you start with?"

"Well I sword fought," he laughed and shook his head. "Not like it's very useful now."

"It's still cool though," the kid mumbled. Sealand knew England was known for his skills with a sword during his pirate days though.

"Well, hey! I have nooo objection to teaching you!" Prussia ran out of the room to Germany's study. "Hey! West! Do I still have some old swords in the garage?"

"... Do I want to know what you need them for?"

"Not at all! Take it they're in the garage!"

Several hours later, Prussia and Sealand were dripping with sweat, grinning like fools. Aster joined them lying in the grass, having been running around their feet and messing up their fun. Prussia took another long drink from his water and sat up. "Wanna go for a few more rounds?"

Stopping his petting of the golden retriever, Sealand brought his torso up and nodded. "Yeah!"

"Kesese! Sweet!" Prussia jumped to his feet, swayed, then pulled his padded sword up on his shoulder. Woah that was a sudden dizzy spell. Totally got up too quick. "Okay now just charge me kid!"

He took a deep breath. Sealand had to stop and think about it still, keeping himself steadying and such. Not to mention they'd be at it for a while and he was tired. But! With a yell he lunged forward at Prussia.

With a fake yawn, Prussia side stepped to the side and blocked Sealand's attempted blow with just one arm. But then his vision blurred and blackened and his grip on the sword fell. "Wooaah," he said, taking several steps back to steady himself. "Woooaah."

"How do you keep-?" Once he had brought himself to a stop under the momentum he'd built running at his opponent and turned Sealand caught his question, panted, and rose a brow in speaking again. "Gil?"

"Hold on a second," he panted, bending over and supporting himself on his knees. Fuck why was the world spinning? And damn it was hot. "Just, woah, just a second."

"Sh-Should I get Germany?"

"No way, he's going to freak out!" Prussia fell back to sit and took a deep breath. "I guess I'm just out of shape and stuff."

Sealand might as well have been Japan with his ninja abilities whenever it suited him. Without giving Prussia's words a thought he was in the doorway of Germany's study. "Gilbert's having a heart attack!"

And whoever said a soldier's reflexes could rust? Within moments Germany was outside, crouching beside the sitting Prussian. "Bruder, just breathe," he spoke hurriedly.

"I'm fine dammit!" God, the brat just had to go tell West! Prussia pushed the blond away and rolled his eyes. "I'm just totally out of shape and so unawesome!"

"So you need to stop and come in to rest. You're dehydrated." Germany was not taking no for an answer. Before his brother could resist he was in the man's arms bridal style and halfway to the house.

"Awww dammit West!" Any other time he owhole freaking tunnel vision thing going on Prussia wasn't too sure that was a smart move to consider. "I've been drinking, water too! I'm not dehydrated!"

"Obviously not enough." Already Prussia was being set on the couch. "And even for having exercised you're a little too warm."

"It's warm outside!" Prussia shot back, moving to get up, then changed his mind as the world spun. He was just tired. "I'll just take a nap or something. Sorry for being so unawesome kiddo!"

"I-"

"Call Sweden and Finland for a ride home." At that point of his finger to the phone and tone of voice Sealand was left with no choice in the matter but to obey Germany's order.

"Aww West! Why can't the kid stay!" He tried to sit up again and shakily succeeded. "We can play video games!"

"No, you can't." The glare Germany gave Prussia was deep. "You are going to rest. He is going home."

The albino sighed and fell back into the couch, not all together on purpose. He sighed and shook his head. "God, is that stick up your ass far enough? I'm just a little dizzy. It's not life threatening."

'And you're the person that can never get sick. If you do, I'll start to-' "Tell that to the one that called it a heart attack."

"Oi! Peter!" Prussia yelled to the kid on the phone. "Tell West you overreacted!"

"Wh't-?"

"Um, one sec Su," Sealand winced and placed his hand over the speaker. Sweden wasn't happy. Any chance at getting away from his voice for a second was taken. "Sorry! I thought it was!"

"Ha!" Prussia smiled triumphantly to Germany. "No reason for you to spaz."

"There's still reason," he retorted. And, therein, returned with water and a cool pack which he placed on that still steaming forehead.

"Oh please, isn't this overkill?" Not that the cool pack didn't feel good. But that was only because he was out of shape for Christ's sake! There was no way he could get sick. It just didn't happen. Never had, never would.

"There's no such thing as overkill."

"Says you," snorted the albino as he yawned and buried himself into the cushions. "Whatever I'll take a nap. It was fun hanging with you Peter. Come back next week for more training!"

"Aye aye!" And he was out the door at a honk.

"Can I at least sleep on the bed?" Prussia inquired with a large yawn.

"It's cooler in here. Once you lose some heat I'll take you to the bed." Germany sat in an armchair in the living room, the couch in his direct line of sight. "Go ahead and sleep."

Well that was easier said than done! Prussia closed his eyes, but could feel West's gaze just drilling holes into him. "Are you just going to sit there and stare at me? Really?"

"You can sleep through anything, and now my watching you is bothersome?"

"I can sleep through stuff! That's different than falling asleep to!" He was going to sit up to further his complaints, but found his arms decided to turn into jelly. Great. "Anyways, don't you have work and shit? Why do you want to sit here and watch me fall asleep?"

"Just go to sleep, Bruder."

"Whatever." If West wanted to watch him sleep, then, hey! Prussia closed his eyes again and with a yawn, was instantly out.

As the man slept frantic thoughts ran through Germany's head, only now able to calm somewhat. Prussia could never get sick. He could never begin to feel unwell. He just couldn't... The pathetic sort of childish stubbornness was actually embraced by Germany. Maybe he worried too much over his brother.

Once Prussia proved to have lowered in temperature, he was moved to their bed and left to sleep.

The doorbell ringing brought Prussia out of his sleep. The past week had been so boring. It was ridiculous. West let him do nothing, never mind the dizzy spells went away. So he felt fatigued and weak. All the more reason to do something!

But for some reason he still slept in today, when he was going to give Peter another lessons. The albino cursed and leaped out of bed to answer the door before Germany did. However, due to his physical weakness Prussia was slow, and when he reached the door he found Germany already there speaking to the boy.

"I'm sorry, but he is still unwell. When he's better I'll call you," and the door was closed.

"No!" Prussia complained, bopping Germany on the head. "I'm fine!"

With the offending hand caught Germany glared. "You still have a temperature, you need to remain in bed."

"I please, I barely have a temperature! And I'm bored of being in bed!"

"That doesn't mean you're ready to spar again. If you're bored watch TV or something."

"I can instruct him!"

There was no way Germany was backing down. Prussia was not getting his way this time. "When you're better."

Prussia scowled. "I am better!"

How convincing. Germany rose a brow. "Stand on one foot."

"Fine!" Prussia winked to the dogs, who were staring up at him, and cockily shifted his weight and lifted a leg up. "There!"

"And keep it up for a minute."

"A minute?" Sure, it wasn't that long, but his knee was already shaking! That wasn't fair!

"Having a hard time?"

"N-no," he stammered, wobbling slightly.

Finally Germany sighed. "I've proven my point. Now go watch some television."

"You suck..."

"Uh-huh," Germany waved it off. Instead of returning to his study, though, he stood to watch Prussia. "Just go."

"Yeah..." They both continued to stare at each other. "I will."

"After-?"

"Well I will!" Dammit West was on to him! "Just, you know, you don't have to watch me sit down."

"Bruder."

"Gott! You suck!" Like a child he huffed and stomped over to the couch. This sucked!

"Uh-huh," he responded offhandedly again, moving aside the curtain over the window beside the door. Sealand had left. In his success Germany nodded and returned to work.

"You suck West!" Prussia yelled after him.

"There's some sort of knight documentary on," in return.

"Ou really?" The channel instantly changed to the knight special. He could settle for this!

When he gained some flu-like symptoms within a few days Germany called the doctor all of the nations used in regards to Prussia's condition. He suggested a simple medication found in drugstores. Since he warned it may make him groggy, Germany gave it to him not long before bed, then read in his study for a short while. After some time he went to check on Prussia again.

The albino lay on the bed, half asleep. As Germany came in, he came into full consciousness and glared at the blond. "I want to die, West! I feel awful!"

"Awful enough to be complaining just fine, I see." In a sigh. That comment about death stung, though, and made his brows furrow dangerously. "What's wrong?"

"I feel so heavy," he whined, barely moving from his spot. "This sucks. I suck. You suck. I can't fall asleep either. This is worse than death."

"Would you stop saying that?" Germany sighed to keep from growling out the words.

The lowered volume was returned with a whisper, "But I feel like it."

"Did the medicine have no effect?"

"I guess my head feels clearer and I can breath through my nose..." Prussia finally struggled to a sitting position with a blank expression. "But the world sucks."

"You're being rather melodramatic for a first time cold..."

"Well I'm sorry I'm feeling depressed," Prussia snapped with a momentary glare. It fell into a depressed sigh as he added, "I suck for being depressed. I'm supposed to be awesome."

"You're... Depressed because you're sick?"

"I just hate everything right now! Shut up!" The albino flipped onto his side and curled into a tight ball, blocking Germany out.

... What the fuck? He really wasn't a cursing man, but that's all that Germany could come up with as a response. A completely aghast phrasing of it. Going to the bedside table he picked up the box the medicine had come in. "Is depression one of the side effects or something?"

"This isn't a side effect... This is horrible."

"No, it is one of the side effects. Along with suicidal thoughts."

"West!" Prussia exclaimed, pulling the man into a hug. "Suicide is for quitters! I don't want to be a quitter!"

What was he dealing with? Someone with clinical depression? Germany sighed. Well, at least they weren't Prussia's real thoughts... Right? "Then don't kill yourself, easy as that."

"I don't want to go through this anymore," he whined, nuzzling into Germany for comfort. "I don't want to go on."

Well there were the suicidal thoughts. Another sigh, to keep from smacking him, before Germany sat on the edge of the bed beside Prussia. "It's not going to be forever," he said, patting his brothers back.

Somehow those weren't the right words to say to Prussia's drugged mind. He froze, looked at Germany in disbelief, then sighed in resignation as he curled into his lover, muttering something under his breath.

Germany always had issues trying to understand Prussia's actions. But right now... He couldn't even begin to fathom them. "What now?"

"I knew you really thought like everyone else," he grumbled crossly.

Thought like-? Huh? "What are you talking about?"

The albino scoffed and shook his head. There was no point in acting like he didn't know what he was talking about! Oh Prussia knew. "Not gonna last forever!"

"Of course it's not. No one is sick with a cold for a lengthy period lest they have a bad immune system." Why was he being so indignant about this?

"Oh yeah, make up your lies." Prussia pulled away and crossed his arms. "I know what you really mean."

What else could he mean? It isn't going to last forever... In the realization came a glare. "Do you not remember the conversation we had when you were a child again?"

"Ha, you just said that."

Blue eyes narrowed. "Why would I do that?"

Wasn't it obvious? Prussia rolled his eyes and curled up under his blankets. "Because you're West."

"And that means what?"

"You're supposed to say that stuff," he grumbled, closing his eyes and nuzzling into the pillows.

"Say them and not mean it?" How many times was he going to sigh today? Releasing the breath along with the growing tension inside he stood. "You're tired, go to sleep and it will be better in the morning."

"Ha, if I'm still alive," was mumbled as the albino drifted to sleep.

Had he lied when he said there was no way Prussia could die? Elbows of the arms holding his head ground into the desk. There was no way he was getting work done now. How could he? The chair creaked as he leaned back in it, still holding his face. He had lied, hadn't he?

The lie wasn't caught in the morning. When Prussia awoke the next morning, the first thing that filled his mind was how he acted the night. Shit. That must have scared West. Not to mention it was just disgusting. He didn't really think that, right? Oh why was he even doubting himself!

Prussia rolled out of bed and stomped to Germany's office. He slammed the door open to wake the blond and placed his hands on his hips. "You are never giving me those damn drugs again."

Groggy crystal eyes blinked at the albino from behind a few gel escaped blond strands and the hand grasping his forehead. "... Really wasn't planning to."

"Well thank fucking god!" Prussia flopped himself into Germany's lap and gave him a kiss. "I went bat shit crazy!"

The weight of an albino on top of him woke Germany up. He blinked at Prussia and frowned, putting a hand to his forehead. "Are you feeling better then?"

"Not at all," he laughed, nuzzling under Germany's chin.

"Was?" Where those pills still screwing with him? Germany took hold of Prussia's shoulders and pushed him back. "Then why are you up?"

Prussia blinked in confusion and laughed, giving Germany a hug. "Because I was worried about you! And I'm not that bad!"

"And I'm worried about you, so could you please go back? I'll make breakfast and bring it back to you in a bit."

"Oh whatever," Prussia sighed and got to his feet. He didn't have the energy to fight with the worry wart. Besides, what was there to fight about breakfast in bed? "I'll be fine by tomorrow."

Fine obviously had changed definitions and no one had cared to inform Germany. Prussia didn't wake the next morning. He could barely open his eyes they were so heavy. His entire body was steaming with sweat and fever, making everything ache. Even when Germany forced him up to drink, the albino was half asleep and barely consumed the liquids at his lips.

"There, that should be enough for now," Germany said in a low voice, slowly letting Prussia back down once he had downed a portion of the glass. But not it as a whole. The hand that he placed on his forehead flinched in a reflexive need to recoil in response to the extreme heat his brother was emitting. Why should he have been hopeful that it would have changed at all from when he woke up? Changed for the better, I mean. It had changed. It felt a little hotter, though how he could tell he didn't know.

Their doctor was also at a loss. With the phone to his ear Germany stood sentinel in the door, eyes not leaving the form on the bed. "You really can't-?"

"There's nothing I could do at this point if I came to give him a look over. You know as well as I do that right now the only thing we can-"

"Danke. Wiedersehen." Before the other end could finish their thought the line was cut off. Germany didn't want to hear his thoughts aloud. Because they were right. All they could do now was wait for Prussia to...

Phone back in it's cradle our German sat in a chair in their room, not even bothering to pick up the book on the table beside him. It had been out of his character, how he had been acting this entire time. He actually had become angry whenever anything pertaining to the possibility of Prussia's death came up. It was the anger of indignation, of denial, like a child. When someone young comes across something they dislike greatly, they can tend to ignore it with all of their energy and throw a tantrum when the concept is mentioned. That's what the so-called uptight and mature German had been doing. Because that's what Prussia did to him. He turned him into a child. A selfish child that wanted to keep him around forever, happy and smiling for him.

Fingers interlaced with knuckles against his forehead, elbows atop knees as he hunched forward. It was a deep sigh he gave. What was he going to do?

There was a light knock at the door and from Aster's excited bark, someone let himself in. Him turned out to be them as France's voice called lightly, " Ludwig~? Antonio and I heard mon Prusse has gotten worse?"

Idiots could always lighten the mood somewhat. Departing from the sickbed, Germany came upon the two men and nodded. "He's in the bedroom. Watch him while I make food." As it was an order, not a request, he was leaving for the kitchen before they could reply. Antonio watched him go, then turned to France with a frown.

"Mon Dieu, Gilbert," the blond sighed in disbelief as he placed a hand on his forehead. "How did you get so sick?"

"You went out drinking without us and passed out in the rain, right?" From the other side Spain made his attack, sitting on the bed beside Prussia and smiling down at him.

Just a sliver of red was visible as Prussia forced his eyes open to shoot his friends a glare. "Oh shut up," he said meekly.

"I know what happened," France continued playfully, trying to ignore the horrible state his friend was in. "You've been having too much sex!"

"Ha ha."

"This is Gil we're talking about, it's never enough for him!" Spain exclaimed.

"You guys are fucking riots."

"Peter is worried you're mad at him, by the way," France said before silence could come. "He's afraid he made you sick."

A weak laugh, followed by a cough, came from Prussia as he shook his head. "Silly kid."

"You'll have to tell him that yourself when you feel better, sí?"

Prussia groaned quietly and curled into his blankets. "Yeah suppose so."

And there was the silence they'd been fending off. Though it did not have a far-reaching effect. There was noise in the kitchen.

"Doitsu!" Followed by the retriever much like himself came Italy, hugging his friend's back at his spot before the stove. For a moment he simply nuzzled his back before murmuring, "are you okay?"

"Bruder is the one that's sick."

"I know. But Doitsu is sick too. His happiness is sick because GilGil is sick."

Germany glanced back. "What's in the bag?"

A grocery bag that Italy had had over his elbow was held up in its being questioned. "Pasta makes everything better!"

"Aha... Ja."

"I heard pasta," France commented with a wink. "Your fan club is here."

"Ita-chan~" Prussia breathed with a small smile. "He needs to come give me a hug."

"GilGil!" And there he was soon enough. With the pasta dropped off in the kitchen Germany urged Italy to visit Prussia as well, which he did happily.

He would have held his arms up to invite the Italian over for a hug, but Gilbert just had the energy to roll over and smile at the kid. "Hey Ita!"

Earning himself entrance with the greeting, Italy moved forward and in Spain's moving laid beside Prussia to hug him. "Mmm, you're warmer than Nii-chan when we snuggle."

"Yeah, that's what happens when you have a fever," Prussia replied with a struggled laugh.

"But GilGill will still be warm when the fever goes away."

"Oh I will?"

"'Cause GilGil is always warm," Italy smiled.

Prussia nuzzled the Italian with a yawn. "If you say so kid," he muttered as he closed his eyes.

France looked to Antonio as said quietly, "Suppose we should let him sleep." The agreeing nod came with a frown, while Italy simply snuggled his heated pillow.

The men made their way out of the room to the kitchen, where France gave Germany a reassuring smile. "He'll bounce back."

"I don't need you to tell me that," Germany mumbled in a half-hearted glare to the Frenchman.

"Oh accept my sympathies," the blond said with a roll of his eyes as he let himself out.

"He's sleeping," Spain gave Germany, "he won't wanna eat just yet. Thought you'd like to know," he laughed, nodding to the cooking porridge.

So much for that. Thanking Spain, he went back to the bedroom to watch Prussia, who was dead asleep again with a little Italian nuzzling him lovingly. Advancing quietly Germany stood beside the bed and pet Prussia's head, his own again filled to the brim with thought.

Prussia stirred slightly and leaned into his touch, not bothering to open his eyes as he whispered hoarsely, "Join us, West?"

Thought it be a low one, Germany managed a chuckle. "There's no room for me." The albino sighed and cracked an eye open to give Germany the most pleading look he could muster. "... But who am I to ever tell you no?" Because right now he simply couldn't. With all the gentleness in his calloused and muscled frame he shifted the two smaller men just enough to allow himself space on the unoccupied side of Prussia so as to open his rightful place there, hugging him and faintly nuzzling his hair.

A small smile was the only reply Germany got before Prussia fell back into deep sleep.

The next day, things once again took a turn for the worse. While Prussia's skin remained scalding hot to the touch, it lost the overheated bright red color to a clammy white, which only grew worse throughout the day.

Parts of the day Germany kept himself too busy to think. He would run back and forth, cooling Prussia with damp cloths and ice packs, giving him water. Or he would rub his hands in hope of returning color to them. Other times he sat, the patient asleep and cared for to the full extent of all capabilities, and all the German was left with was his thoughts.

There was no point in denying it now. He had lied. A part of the reason why they had begun their relationship as they had was because Germany was fearful of having little time left with him. If he had had a definitive proof of Prussia's continued immortality he would have preferred to take things slower once it turned romantic between them. Without it he had been desperate for memories, for experiences. To keep the both of them too busy with each other to let either stray to the possibility. But it still came, didn't it?

There was a dull pain in his jaw he began to feel.

This was Prussia they were talking about. He'd survived to now. Why was it happening now? After so long? It defied all logic. From a Duchy to a kingdom to an empire to a state to nothing, he had kept on, even as land kept by that bastard Russia. And only now, two decades later, did he start to fall apart.

Germany laughed. His jaw hurt even more.

Of course, Prussia always was slow, wasn't he? Coming in behind everyone else in realizing things. Getting angry when he was teased about it, but still holding that stupid cocky grin when he caught up.

It was from winding his teeth together so tightly with his jaw to block it out.

He loved Prussia so fucking much. And he felt utterly helpless.

"Hey West," a weak voice pulled the worried German out of his thoughts. Prussia was staring up at him with a goofy grin. "You're making me some Wurst when I'm feeling better, right?" There was a second before the words strung together into a coherent sentence that reached Germany's understanding. When it did he blinked. "Ja, if that's what you want."

The smile only grew as Prussia winked. "I want to get hot and sweaty in a better way too."

"Was-?" A blush betrayed Germany then, "du bist komisch."

And that was what Prussia had been aiming for. He snickered and reached out to hold Germany's hand. "So are you. Chill out."

In taking that hand Germany let out the impending sigh through his nostrils. "If anyone needs to 'chill' it's you. Go back to sleep."

"Planning on it," he yawned, squeezing Germany's hand before letting go. "Can you get me some juice first?"

"Ja." And he left. Why wouldn't he have? How was he supposed to know? That when he came back there would be no one waiting for him.

The glass was set aside. Germany sat in the chair against the wall and leaned back in it to the point that his head hit the the plaster behind it. He held his hands over his eyes, elbows splayed in the air.

Prussia was gone.

End of Chapter Twenty

WAAAAAAH! DX I can't take this! *sniff* *sob* Prussiaaa. Come baaaaaack

Aus der Traum = 'The dream is over.' Something German soldiers and citizens commonly wrote in the form of graffiti to portray their hopelessness around the Battle of Berlin at the end of WWII