Fading (Hetalia fanfic~ concerning Prussia)

Chapter One: The Fall Of Prussia

Alright, my first Hetalia fanfic. About Prussia and the fall of his country. I will be adding the accent so that means the W's will be replaced with V's and the T's will be replaced with Z's. I hope you enjoy and thank you for taking the time to read :)
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I stood there shaking, wide eyed, I didn't know what to say or do- this was all so quick, so sudden...The loud voice repeated the very same words once more "Prussia, we have come to the conclusion of your end. You are no longer a country anymore and is just mere territory for Germany and Poland. You may take your leave now." I drifted my hand towards my face, covering it as the tears started to fall "Oh god...Oh god vhy...Vhy did have to come to zhis?!" I felt like collapsing, falling to my knees and crying out. But I had to keep it together, doing that would help nothing, solve nothing, it would only show how weak I truly was at this point. The cold stares I was receiving upon the Allied Control Council made me want to fight and protest. It seemed only weeks ago, I was looked up upon with smiles. I was strong once, I had respect of these people...And now those same people are telling me my country, no me, that I have fallen. I couldn't believe it...All the blood shed and gunfire...it was all for nothing. In the end, it only ripped me apart. I bit my lower lip keeping my cries of sorrow and loss behind. The same man spoke "I said you may take your leave now." This time, his voice stern and harsh. I clenched my fist as I turned, stepping away. How many days do I have to live? What will become of my people? How do I even begin to start with dealing with this?...My steps echoed within the all too silenced room. Tears trailing, my chest throbbing, my throat closing. I couldn't hold back my weeps much longer. Finally, reaching the door that felt like miles away, I rushed out of the building. My wracking sobs finally broke free as I instantly fell on my knees and cried out. My yelling and crying reaching not one ear. No one could save me, I couldn't save myself, this is truly the end of me. The end of Prussia. The end of Gilbert Beilschmidt. However you say it, it's all the same. I pounded the ground with my fist until they throbbed with pain. I can't believe any of this! This is all to real! A sudden sound, more like a chirp, rose into my ear. I turn to see my small worried bird snuggling on my shoulder. If only life was more like being a bird...So free, So careless, no one could tell you your weak or how your falling and you can't do a damd thing about it. No wars, just peace with the air carrying you among the clouds. I bit the inside of my cheek, as a pang of horrid horrid sorrow cast over my heart. My now messed up hair, over my eyes, following my long gaze at the stone ground. I whispered "I vish...I only vish zhat I had known I'd end up zhis vay. Zherefore, I vould be able to varn my people, and zhat I vould be able to zake back my men. So zhey vouldn't have died for no reason. Sure, I love fighting, but knowing zhat every lost soul vas of my cause...and the fact zhey died gaining nothing for zhis country zhey fought so hard for, makes me feel every bit of sadness I should feel for zhat. All I can do now, is vait and vatch. Vait for my day to come vhen I am no longer existant. Vatch as my life slowly fades away..." My whimpering quickened. I never would have imagined myself in such a situation as this...I can't tell the others...Knowing them, they'd probably laugh in my face. I have many enemy's who would just love to hear those news. Prussia has fallen...The sound of that makes me shutter. My very few close ones, what would they do? My dear younger brother, Germany... And What about Hungary?...Hungary... My breath stopped, my heart no longer beating. The thought of her...No...This pain is to much to bear! I refuse to deal with this! I don't deserve this! My fits of rage and sadness were only temporary for the moment. I knew I had to get off this ground at some point. I have to stand myself up, dust off, and carry on with my life until it ends. Because that's what people do, we aren't supost to know when we die, it just happens...So I have to live on and just wait for this damd Russian roulette to strike me next. I shakily lifted one foot, firmly placing it on the ground as I pushed myself up. The pain has only begun...For this will be a long battle ahead of me before I pass on. I know this well enough to realize I should be careful, and slowly detach myself from the very few friends I have. I kept my stare to the stones, simply walking against them. Trailing to my home, or should I say, Brother's house. Do I tell him? Should I? What would he do? How would he react? His bosses forcing him to take some of my land, and then him realizing that I will fade because of it...How much guilt would he hold on himself? I wouldn't want that for him. He shouldn't deal with such stress...I like to think that we are very close...So I don't think he hearing of this would be tooken to kindly. I shouldn't tell him...I will wait until I am on my death bed before I announce anything. That includes Hungary...For her I just won't even visit. If I am planning on detaching myself, that is what I'll have to do. It is the one thing I have to forfil, as a promise to myself, is to make the parting as less painful than it can be.