There was quite a gap in between this update and the last one... DX Yikes. But here it is! The next chapter here, poor Prussia's abolishment after World War II. It is probably shorter than one would like, but it captures some feels and I plan on making the next one longer and better. I have been so busy lately! . But Hopefully the next update will be much sooner. I mean, it is almost done! Goodness.

Regardless, enjoy~! :)

February 25, 1947.

That was the day everything ended.

Well, not everything.

Life went on up above, on the streets and under the brilliant blue sky, sunlight radiating out over everything. People flooded the cities, working at their jobs, taking leisurely walks through the parks. The general population proceeded on with life after that one day in February.

But for one soul, life had ceased to move onwards.

Or, so he felt anyway.

No, Prussia did not disappear from the surface of the Earth like Rome had done many years back. But he did have his country dissolved, stripped away from him with the side effects of pain and suffering. He did not know that it would hurt this bad.

He was only Gilbert Beilschmidt now, that one albino guy living in his younger brother's basement, a whisper in the world he used to be a scream in.

A book lay open on the nightstand beside the bed that he has been lounging in for three days now. A book with a leather binding and silver clasp over the front to latch the covers together. An untidy scrawl of words decorated the two pages that were opened up to the room.

The words were a documentation of history.

His story.

Gilbert was not one for moping. He did not believe in it; rolling with life was easier than dwelling on events that had passed and living with regrets. He did not believe he was moping now, but merely pondering. He had been down there for three days, silent and thoughtful, processing all that had happened. There was nothing that he could really do to change anything.

It also did not help that his body felt weaker, lighter. It looked no different, and Gilbert had a feeling that it was only mental. But it kept him rooted in place for the time being as he regained that strength.

Is it mental strength he must regain?

Or had his muscles actually weakened, his body failing under the stress of his dissolvement?

Whatever the reason was, Gilbert knew that he could not lay in the bed forever. It was not his style, especially with the allies parading around out there in their victory. Sure they had passed the law to abolish his country, but that did not mean they had defeated Gilbert himself.

Prussia may have died, but Gilbert had not. Or had he? Was he merely a ghost, floating around in this forsaken world as a punishment for all the wrong he had done throughout his years?

What had his existence turned into now?

Gilbert's eyes fell down to his open diary. He had gone through most of them by now, spending the last three days reliving everything again, refreshing his mind with the thrills of his past adventures and battles. It had brought small smiles to his weary face.

He remembered all those minute details; the feeling of the wind rushing past him as he rode his horse through the woods and to the field where Austria's army was awaiting.

The unmistakable scent of sea salt polluting the air on his pirate ship.

The clatter and clashing sound of two long, sharp swords colliding through the air in a heated battle.

He remembered how free he felt, dashing through the trees and under the bramble as a child, his Teutonic Knight tunic whipping around his small, lithe body. Bow and arrow clutched tightly in a tiny fist. Leaves and loose twigs whipping against his damp face. A tiny yellow bird chirping alongside him, right over his shoulder, always with him.

Red eyes closed, head resting against a soft pillow. What is there to do now? Was his existence on the planet going to come to a close soon, as the weakness gets worse and worse, eventually shutting his entire being down? Did he even serve a purpose here any longer?

Gilbert let out a small sigh at the questions swirling through his mind. He could figure that out tomorrow.

For now, however, he just wants to sleep.