Author's Note: I feel self-conscious about writing this... but anyways, sorry if I kill your favorite country really quickly! The order they die in is really only based on how much sense it would make for them to fall... Oh, and this isn't really a shipping fic, but you can read it in if you want, I guess... Whatever makers you happy.

Also, sorry for OOC-ness, but the countries are dying.

Chapter 1:

Today I was awesome, I am the best! I'll sleep alone!

Prussia stood in the meeting room, resigned and unable to do anything as the Allies officially dissolved his country. True, he wasn't really any different from Germany now, and had been living with his younger brother for years, but it still seemed too final, to be officially dissolved. As Canada place a comforting hand on his shoulder, he idly wondered what would happen to him when they signed the document.

"Prussia? Are you alright?"

Prussia jumped a little. It was America. Why was he there? Shouldn't he be with his allies, discussing how best to destroy Prussia?

"Prussia, I'm... so sorry about this. I didn't want this to happen..." America started, apologizing, but he was given no response. He sighed. "Just, please know that I don't support this."

Prussia only gave the slightest nod to indicate he heard. Please leave. I don't want your sympathy.

America sighed again, but didn't budge.

Finally, it seemed the Allies, minus America, had come up with an agreement. They all picked up their pens. England called America over to sign, and he went reluctantly, immediately returning to Prussia's side when he was done. Then came France, then Russia, and finally England...

As each signature went down, Prussia felt a little of his being slipping away from him. His land, his people, his country... All were slowly fading from his awareness, leaving behind an ever widening chasm.

As England lifted his pen off the page, Prussia felt and immense pain, as if his insides were being torn out. The chasm in his heart became a bottomless, infinite pit. His last memory was of America's worried face, and Canada's anguished cry as both reached out to catch him. Then he fell into the blackness.

For two years, Prussia lay comatose in Germany's house. No one could understand why he wasn't gone, like Ancient Rome, or Germania, but they accepted it as fact. Germany took care of his older brother, keeping him comfortable and as healthy as possible, given the circumstances. But he had slowly begun to lose hope.

Then, in 1949, two years after he was dissolved, Prussia woke up. He was weak, unable to speak, but he was alive. All the world came to visit, to see for themselves that they country who was not a country was really still alive. But one night, as Germany was attempting to get him to eat, he spoke.

"Deutschland."

Germany jumped, almost spilling the soup he was feeding Prussia. "Prussia! You're speaking!"

"Germany. Please, let me go. I need to leave."

"What? Prussia, don't be silly, there's no reason-"

"No, Germany, you don't understand! I have to go to Russia's house!"

"What? But, Prussia-"

"Stop that."

"Stop what?"

"Stop calling me 'Prussia'. I am no longer Prussia. Prussia doesn't exist anymore."

Germany was bewildered. "But then, what-"

"You know how I always call you West? Well, it's true now. I've become East Germany."

"...What? That's not... how could that... how do you know?"

"I can feel it, West. The people, my people, they need me. Let me go, please."

"But Pru- I mean... but you're too weak! You can't travel to Russia like this!"

"I can, and I will. Let me go, West. Ludwig." Germany flinched at the use of his human name.

"No, I will not allow it. You must rest, Pru- Gilbert."

"Do you not trust me?" A new voice entered the room, and Germany whirled around to face its owner. Prussia, however, just smiled lightly.

"Russia, you came. I knew you would." He looked over to Germany. "Now you have to let me go, bruder. Please, I'm sure Russia will take care of me."

"But, I-"

"Germany. Let him go, or I will have to use force. We all know you cannot afford another war." Russia stepped between Germany and Prussia. He turned to Prussia. "Are you ready?"

Prussia sent Germany an apologetic glance, then looked up to Russia. "Ja. I am ready."

And Russia picked Prussia up, whisking him out the door and into the night.

Prussia - dissolved

Author's Note: There will be another chapter for Prussia, he's just too awesome for only one chapter. :)

Also, I felt that America and Canada would be good friends with Prussia, and wouldn't want him dissolved. Don't know if that's historically accurate, though...