AN: Oh gosh...This chapter. It's probably rushed and whatnot. BUT hey, I have this headcannon that Prussia is a genius and he actually knows what he is doing and has everything together. This was gathered from his biography and just watching him in the anime. (I'll even be up for a debate ^.^) Haha anyway, we have entered World War Two. I had a bit of writer's block on this one, in case it was not obvious. XD But I am looking forward to after the war and the dissolvement, Prussia's thoughts there and all.

So if anyone has a huge major problem with this chapter or any chapters, let me know. I'm friendly! :)

"Down!" Someone took a flying lunge at him, knocking him right off his feet and face first down into the snow. It had felt like being hit by a bear, almost. Prussia lifted his head, ready to flip over onto his back and snap at whoever just used their body as a battering ram against his, when he heard the gun fire and saw the flash of bullets whiz past where he had been standing moments before.

Red eyes tore away from the bullets as a German soldier took care of the enemy soldier and met with familiar blue ones staring right back at him. He let out a slight sigh and his shoulders slumped a fraction.

"Shit."

"Don't even make a complaint…" Germany pulled himself up and sat back on his heels, regarding his older brother.

Prussia adjusted his helmet. "I suppose I owe you now, don't I?" He asked, spitting into the snow near his boot.

The blond shrugged his broad shoulders and rose up, causing Prussia to have to crane his neck in order to look up at his younger brother and see his face clearly. "Well that would not be very nice, now would it? I did just save your face from being permanently damaged, after all." He offered a hand down to the albino.

Prussia rolled his eyes and reached his arm out to grab Germany's hand, hauling himself up to his feet and brushing all of the snow off of his uniform coat. "Sorry, I was just distracted. Thinking about things."

"You better not be falling back into the past again…" Germany's tone lowered. "I swear to God, if you keep flashbacking in the middle of wars-"

"West, shut up." Prussia waved a hand dismissively. "You just… you wouldn't understand." He grabbed his rifle and slung it over his shoulder, throwing his arms out in a shrug. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go patrol."

"Get distracted by the past and I will beat you back to the present!" Germany hollered after him as the albino strode away, rolling his ruby eyes in amusement.

Snow was falling from the grey clouds again, swirling through the air and decorating the helmets and uniforms of all the soldiers Prussia passed by. Men with large weaponry, and red runny noses watched him as he went. Men with pink cheeks and chattering teeth. Men who have never seen a battle other than the one they were locked into as of now. But they had all heard the Prussian's spew about "Good Ole Wars" he had fought in back in the day. Really, it was an old and tiring subject. They all could agree with Germany that Prussia was best off closing the lid on the past and focusing on the situation of the present.

What they really did not understand was that Prussia was an analytic man.

No, it never showed.

But Prussia had spent all his many years analyzing everything around him, analyzing the people and the situations brought upon him and others.

He realized mistakes.

He found solutions.

But he often kept these secrets to himself. Especially when it pertained to his enemies.

Prussia filed past the last of the soldier line and plopped himself down on a bare stump. He laid his rifle in his lap and blew out a gust of air.

"We will suffer from this…" The words left his lips in a hushed whisper. The only being that will hear his mutters is the little yellow bird, Gilbird. "I just feel it. I feel like something bad is going to happen and nothing will ever be the same again." He turned his head to look at the bird. "Now that the Americans are involved… I just don't know…"

The little yellow bird chirped in his ear.

"They will blame us again…"

Another chirp, this one a bit quieter.

"Ludwig should not be blamed… It is not the country's fault. It's the leader."

Somewhere in the distance, more artillery fire was heard. Prussia stared off in that general direction. "We are not bad people…"

An explosion…

"I'm sorry, Ludwig, that you will have to live with this the rest of your life."

Footsteps were hurrying through the snow, crunching and slipping, making their way to Prussia to grab him and head out into the battle.

"We have no castles to capture, no kings to slay. No horses, no swords, no knights. Where's the fun in any of this? But I guess war is war, and sometimes the consequences become even more severe." Prussia looked up as his brother came into view, motioning for him to jump up. Prussia's last words before entering battle once more came out as a sharp hiss, a hiss that only he heard, and that only he needed to follow.

"Leave the past behind… Now."