When Prussia woke up and found that he was suddenly unable to move his limbs, he couldn't help but feel strangely confused.

When he realized that the reason for his immobility had something to do with the fact that he was tied to a chair, he couldn't help but start to panic.

And when Prussia looked up and suddenly found himself face to face with a pair of enormous blue eyes, he couldn't help but let out a (quite manly and very awesome) scream.

"Scheisse!" Prussia struggled against his bonds as the blue eyes blinked behind a pair of spectacles.

"Hey, look, dudes!" the owner of the eyes pointed toward Prussia. "He's awake!"

"It's about bloody time," another voice muttered.

"It's too bad," yet another voice remarked. "I liked watching how stupid his face looked when he was asleep."

…And that was when Prussia fully began to realize the predicament he was in, for a quick glance around the room told him that he was being held hostage.

By the Allies.

Scheisse.

"What the hell!" Prussia exclaimed as he struggled against his bonds some more, quickly realizing that his efforts were futile. "What's going on? Tell me right now, or so help me – "

"Chillax, bro," America raised his hands in an attempt to calm the steaming nation down. "We just brought you here to deliver a message. That's all, I swear!"

Prussia blinked in confusion.

"You couldn't have delivered a letter or something? The Awesome Me has some awesome things I need to do!"

"We wanted to tell you in person," England shrugged a shoulder. "We felt it would be more beneficial to you that way. As to why we kidnapped you…" – he shot a glare toward a certain American – "Let's just say that some people insist that their bloody idea will work perfectly fine, even though I told them repeatedly that it was bloody unconventional!"

"What are you talking about, dude? Of course my idea would work perfectly fine; I'm the hero, remember?"

"That doesn't even make any sense, you wanker! And for your information, everyone knows that kidnapping people all willy-nilly is not the best way to go about-"

"Amérique, Cher Angleterre," France interrupted. "This is no time to be releasing the sexual tensions. We have to stay focused here."

Before the two nations could protest on account of the 'sexual tensions' comment, China held up a hand.

"France is right, aru. We have something very important to discuss right now."

It had only been a mere five minutes, but Prussia found that he had already lost his patience.

"For the love of Gilbird, just tell me what it is!" he snapped, causing the Allied nations to pause in their tracks.

The mood in the room seemed to darken as the Allies exchanged a glance and nodded.

"Um…" America bit his lip and ran a hand through his hair in a nervous gesture. "How should I say this? We're, ah – we're letting you go."

Prussia blinked.

"What the hell does that mean?"

"You know," America continued, struggling to find the right words. "You're being downsized. Removed from your position. Goodbye. Adios. Hasta la pasta."

Prussia furrowed his eyebrows in confusion as he stared back at the blonde nation standing in front of him.

"In English, please," he demanded. "I still have no idea what you're trying to say."

At this point, America huffed out a breath and shook his head.

"All right, dude, since I can't really be subtle about this, I'm gonna give it to you straight: You're being dissolved."

…

What?

The word hit Prussia like a ton of bricks. He didn't – couldn't – do anything but sit eerily still in his chair, mouth slightly agape as he took it all in.

Dissolved.

Suddenly shaking out of his stupor, Prussia let out a nervous laugh.

"Surely you must be mistaken; you can't get rid of the Awesome Me that easily!"

"Oh, sure we can!" America laughed, his suddenly cheerful mood effectively annoying the hell out of the Prussian. "See?"

He reached into his pocket and held out a slip of paper so that Prussia could read the words written on it.

"On this, the twenty-fifth of February, The Allied Powers formally proclaim the dissolution of the Prussian state-" Prussia stopped reading aloud and looked back up at the grinning American. "Just what type of game are you trying to play, arschloch?"

"I'm afraid it's not a game at all," England spoke up. "We felt that your brother's recent actions had to have consequences, so we're just doing the only justifiable thing and taking your land. We're giving most of it to Poland, but Russia gets a little bit as well."

"Sorry about that," he leaned in close to Prussia and muttered in his ear. "The git was starting to really creep us out, so we let him have it to make him stop."

In the back corner of the room, the Russian smiled at Prussia.

"Yes. We will have such fun times together, da?"

Silence filled the room for a blissful moment. And then:

"What the-! That's not justifiable at all!" Prussia roared and thrashed in his chair, really wishing he could somehow escape the bonds and, oh, yeah, kill his dummkopf of a brother.

"Well, maybe not, but you know how it goes," France smiled smugly. "We are in a war, after all, and we just simply couldn't refuse!"

"What the hell will happen to me?" Prussia exclaimed, still not fully believing it was true. "Am I going to die? I'd better not! I'm far too awesome to die!"

"Don't know, don't care," America shrugged it off in his usual carefree manner.

When Prussia didn't respond, America took this as a cue to speak.

"We'll give you a little time to let it sink in. See you later, dude! Or not. Whatever happens."

With that, the Allied nations left the room, leaving behind a wordless nation (or, more accurately, ex-nation) whose life was forever about to be changed.

Author's Note:

On February 25, 1947, the Allied Control Council formally proclaimed the dissolution of the state of Prussia. Two-thirds of the land was given to Poland, and the remaining one-third went to the Soviet Union.

And now, one thing I want to clear up before this author's note comes to a close: I always try to be as historically accurate as possible, but if any of you history nuts out there notice any inaccuracies, feel free to notify me so I can make the change.

Thank you for reading, my lovelies, and have a wonderful day (or night).

XOXO,

Cora