A/N- Thank you for all the reviews- I seriously wasn't expecting any! And for you, a long-ish chapter!

I look up as someone plops down next to me.

"The asshole lives."

"Excuse me?" I snarl. America. Of course. "What are you even doing here?"

"I already said, Russia and I were supposed to have a meeting, that was until he chased me out of his house. How was I supposed to know you'd be here?"

I sigh. "I thought"-

"Wait," America says. "Okay, fine. I'm a little sorry I punched you earlier." Subconsciously I touch my jaw as America continues. "I was just... I don't know. I guess I was upset that you were trying to act like"- America pauses. "Alright, look. We're not friends, Prussia. You should know that."

"Nein, nein." I wave my hands. "I'm sorry. I heard I destroyed your country."

"You heard?"America glares at me.

I debate whether or not to mention the 'Real World,' but since Russia, who is apparently my friend here, hardly believed me, I doubt America would cut me any slack.

I hate how he talks to me like I'm disgusting. It's like how I used to talk to Russia.

"Ja," I say. "I'm sorry."

"I'm going to Russia's house," America says, standing up. "I'm sorry, but I can't stand to look at you. I made plans first. Go find some hotel to sleep in."

I feel defeated, but I suppose that's how things are now. I don't want another fight with America, perhaps I should just give him what he wants. "Okay. America?"

He stops for a moment. "What?"

And it hits me. What he wants is Russia. He shouldn't get that.

"I'm seriously sorry."

"We're all sorry." Then he turns around and keeps walking.

Come on, pick up, pick up...

It's not until the third ring that Russia picks up the phone.

"Prussia?"

"Russia, it's me. Are you alright?" I can't say I especially like the stupid old Russian yet, but he seems okay, at least when you're on his side.

"Da, I'm fine, I'm fine."

I sigh. "Who was that?"

"Oh..." Russia pauses. "Oh, nobody."

"I'm serious," I growl. "Who was that?"

"You really don't know?"

"Hell no! Just spit it out!'

I hear Russia sigh loudly. I'm worried he'll take advantage of my... condition... and not say anything, or maybe lie. "That guy is named Stefan. He really wants to be your boss." But I can tell now he's not lying.

"What? It doesn't even look like he's twenty-five yet."

"Da. Anyways, Stefan wants to take control over Prussia. Expand its borders."

"This is supposed to be a semi-peaceful time." I sigh. "Why did he punch you?"

"Your boss right now isn't letting Stefan anywhere near you. So he's been tracking you down."

"Wunderbar. I've got a stalker now, or what? Not so awesome." I try to consider things. "Why isn't anybody letting him be my boss?"

"Think, Prussia. It would very much disturb the peace. And besides, look at America. Look at... The Roman Empire. If something gets too big, it will inevitably fall."

"America wasn't supposed to fall," I say. If I were dead...

And it hits me. Maybe if I'm dead, things will go back to normal. Germany will be flourishing, having paid off the debts of the Treaty of Versailles, France will miss me, America will be strong again. "Russia! We've got to let Stefan"-

"No." Russia's voice is cold, annoyed.

"What? Why not?"

"Because," Russia says.

"Great one, Russia! You should be a lawyer!" I scowl.

Russia's growing agitated. "No, Prussia. Don't discuss this any further. I do not want you dead." He hangs up, and I lean back on the bench, watching snow fall down from the gray sky.

Fine, Russia. We can play like this. If you're not going to let me die, I'll find a way to do it myself.

I know Russia's probably taken care of Stefan by now, but I decide to use my time to do other things than hunt down my own stalker.

I do call Russia, though, again. To ask him where something I want to see is. He tells me if I really want to see this, to get on a plane, fly to Prussia, and it should be marked with Ludwig Beilschmidt, Germany. If you are a country, your identity is kept secret, so nobody would know what the 'Germany' part means.

I follow Russia's instructions carefully, until I find myself at the gate. I'll explore my country later. Not now.

It's a sad little place, this graveyard. Row upon row of gray headstones, black leafless trees, mist curling off the ground. I shiver.

What had Russia sad? Third row to my right, twenty five down.

Ludwig Beilschmidt
Germany
To a long life, a longer life ahead, loved by many

There is no date. The dates would be absurd if they were there. No human could live remotely as long as Germany did.

Germany's grave is empty except for a lone rose, starting to curl around the edges. Italy or Japan probably brought it, if history is any way at all like how I remember it. I didn't get the full lesson from Russia.

I don't cry a lot. Even when I was stuck with Russia for those years, I only cried once or twice. But now I let it all out. There's always the possibility that things will never go back to normal.

Maybe it's my imagination, but I swear I feel Germany, just a little, and some of my stress goes away.

"Prussia?"

I freeze. I didn't want anyone to see me cry... especially not this person. I can't let this person see me crushed by weakness.

I stand slowly. My leg aches and I sniffle. "Hungary."