"What did you do with Italy!?" Germany said, as if not properly hearing Prussia.

"I'm so sorry, Bruder. You didn't deserve what I did. That was so unawesome of me and..." It was rare for Prussia to admit his faults, so when he did you know that he was really guilty. "Entschuldigung, Bruder."

Germany stared at Prussia. "How could...How could Italy do something like that? Vhy vould he do something like that...?" Germany had tears in his eyes. Prussia walked closer to Germany, holding him in his arms. Germany pushed his head into his older brother's shoulder, crying.

"Shh...you're okay, Bruder. Du bist in Ordnung, Ludwig." Prussia comfortingly rubbed Ludwig's back gently.

Prussia knew that he had to rectify this somehow. So the next day, Prussia went to Italy's house. It was cold out, and Prussia wore a black trench coat and a red plaid scarf. "Italy, open up! Italy, open up! Italy, Italy!" He didn't get a response, so he continued to pound furiously. "Italy! Open the fuck up! Soeben!"

The door opened. "What? Dios, it's five in the morning! What do you want? ...Hey, why are you getting closer? Why are you holding a baseball bat-a? Hey-a, what are you doing...? Prussia...?"

When Prussia was done, Italy lay on the ground, bleeding. Prussia hoped he hadn't killed him. He just wanted to show him a goddamn lesson.

Right when Prussia was about to leave, he heard Italy utter a few words. "You...You were in the wrong, too... You didn't stop me..."

Prussia sighed, knowing that Italy was right. "I...I was just testing you... Yeah, that's it." Prussia growled, walking away. Snow began falling as he walked home, holding a baseball bat. It was dreadfully cold, and Prussia could see his breath.

As he walked, he passed a church. He then got an idea: He tossed the baseball bat in a nearby alley, walking into the church.

He hesitantly walked into the sanctuary, sitting down in the pews. Only a few others were there, scattered throughout of the pews, praying. Prussia sighed, gently closing his eyes and whispering to himself.

"I don't know if you exist, but I know that my people used to believe in you." Prussia sighed to himself. "I don't even really know why I'm here. In this church, I mean, not in this world. I guess I wanted to speak to you. Say I'm sorry, I guess. Say sorry for...well...sinning, according to some. I...I had sex with...my brother's partner. I don't even care about the fact that I had sex with a man, because some say that you don't care about homosexuality. You love everybody, right?" Prussia scoffed to himself, feeling silly for being in the church, for actually believing that God might just exist. "Well...I screwed up. Big time. I love my brother, I raised him. I love Ludwig. A lot. And I really screwed up. I...I helped my brother's boyfriend cheat on my brother. That's wrong...in a lot of ways. I screwed up, God. And...I'm not asking for your forgiveness, because I don't expect it. I don't deserve it. I just...I want to rectify this, and...because of bloodlust...I beat up my brother's boyfriend, I hurt him. I'm not saying that he's a good man, because he's totally not, I'm just saying...if what we were all taught as children was correct...violence in never the answer."

Prussia felt hot tears in his eyes slowly run down his cheeks. He reached up to wipe one away. "Look at me, I'm a mess. There's no reason for me to be crying, I screwed up. I just want to help my brother. I love him a lot. He's barely an adult, you know? He's really just a kid. He's seen a whole lot that he really shouldn't have." Prussia ran a hand through his hair. "I wish I could've prevented it, but I didn't. And...I screwed up, oh, I screwed up. So...Just help. Help Ludwig. Amen, I guess." Prussia muttered faintly, putting his face in his hands. Suddenly, he felt a warm and small hand on his shoulder, and he jumped nearly five feet in the air.

"It's alright-a, it's just me." A small man with grey hair stood next to him. He wore a large wooden cross around his neck and a white button-up, white trousers, white shoes and a little white cape-like-thing around his shoulders. He had a small curl on his left side. He had small glasses that framed his gentle and heart-shaped face well.

Prussia did not recognize him.

Holy fucking shit, it's an angel! Wait, can he read my mind? Oh, I shouldn't swear! Is he my guardian angel or something? No, I'm talking crazy! Maybe he's my savior, or like, my mentor. Dammit, why didn't he come sooner, then?

"It's alright, child, I'm Vatican." His voice was incredibly soothing, and his warm hand was still on Prussia's shoulder.

"O-Oh, right. Good morning, Father Vatican." Prussia sighed with relief.

"Do you mind if I sit with you, child?" Prussia nodded in response. The small man sat next to Prussia quietly. "You must be Gilbert." Prussia blushed, wondering how the man knew his name.

"Ludwig has told me a lot about you. I can call you Prussia if you don't like to go by your human name."

"N-Nein, I mean...No, it's alright."

"Are you sure, child?"

"I'm sure."

"Alright." The man paused, looking at Prussia tenderly. "You're crying, Gilbert."

Prussia hadn't been called his real name meaningfully and caringly in so long. He felt more tears stream down his face just by how much Vatican seemed to care for him, for people in general.

"I know...I...I made a huge mistake, Father." Prussia was shaking. "I...I hurt Ludwig. I love him...and I did something awful, Father." Prussia didn't know why he was spilling this entire story to some dude he just met, but he continued. "I had sex with Ludwig's boyfriend, Feliciano."

"Child..." The man looked at him pitifully.

"And it's awful of me, because I...I beat up Italy. Sure, he screwed up, too, but not as badly as I." Prussia spoke with random inclines and pauses, like he had just seen a traumatic event.

"Does Ludwig know?"

"I told him...last night, after I had sex with Italy, I told him what had happened. He just...he just cried. I held him close, what else was I supposed to do? I didn't know what to do. I raised him and...and causing pain upon somebody that you raised is...the worst thing you can see." Prussia paused, trying to breathe. "He doesn't know that I beat up Italy." Prussia just cried more. "I don't even know if I believe in God, I just want somebody to help Ludwig and...I didn't know who else to go to."

Vatican set a small hand on top of Prussia's hand. "God will help him. I don't-a know when-a, but God will help-a him."

"It's been about two hundred years...since it seems like any sort of God has helped him. He's been through hell, Father. He's seen more than he should. He's too young for that kind of thing, and...nobody should see what he's seen but... He's been through so much."

"He definitely has been-a." Vatican sighed. "I thought that Feliciano would show him happiness and optimism."

"He's helped him...well, up until last night." Prussia sighed. "I've screwed up. Where did I go wrong in parenting?"

"Don't talk to yourself like that. It's not easy to raise a child. Look, you've raised a great person."

"I taught him to be racist." Prussia said blatantly.

"Every country has been-a racist before, it's a phase we all-a go through, Gilbert." Vatican looked up at Prussia's red eyes. "You didn't mess up in-a parenting, Gilbert. Ludwig is an amazing man-a. Despite what-a he's been through, he's sweet-a. He has great-a potential. He's extremely intelligent." Vatican paused. "Really, I don't know how-a you raised such a man. As you can-a tell, I'm still struggling with Italy and-a Romano."

"Really?"

"I wouldn't lie to you, Gilbert." His voice was so soothing and kind.

"Thank you, Vatican."

As you probably can definitely tell, Vatican is an OC. I know that nobody likes OCs in writing, really...but I felt like a religious character was needed, and Italy could not be that person. He's probably just going to be in a few chapters, I think.