"PRUSSIA! Have you even gotten out of bed yet? Gott verdammt, our flight's in an hour, we're going to be late! GET UP!" Germany's voice thundered through the floorboards and down to the basement below.
Prussia cracked an eye upon hearing and glared at the ceiling, before giving a huff and turning to his side. West was so annoying! They'd get there on time; he didn't need to get so worked up about it. It was only a World Meeting, nothing special, they had them all the time. A few minutes of extra sleep wouldn't kill anyone... and he didn't really want to go anyways.
World meetings were long and boring, and little work would ever get done. Even though he was denounced as a nation, he was still required to go. And he hated it. He hated every damn moment there. It wasn't as bad as before, when he had first become an ex-nation. He remembered the day like yesterday. What had happened felt like a cruel, harsh slap of reality in the face. The country Prussia, such a strong country that had so much history, gone with just a bit of paperwork. And there was doof Russia...
He didn't even see the damn point. He just sat there the whole time listening. He'd tried to talk his way out of going more times than he could count, but it didn't have much effect. He'd be forced to sit with West... and that pansy Austria. The albino got into fights with that aristocrat practically every day, and every single one of them normally resulted with Hungary screaming at him to stop it, threatening him with her ever present frying pan...
Hungary...
Hungary, also known as Elizaveta Hedevary, once his best friend in the whole world... how things had changed. He would have never imagined her acting so girly with the dresses and sticking up with Austria all the time. Gott, what had happened to her?
He slowly sat up; running his pale hand through is silver hair, pondering at the enigma of Elizaveta.
Elizaveta, Elizaveta, Elizaveta.
What happened to you?
You used to be so brave and valiant, fighting tooth and nail, so independent, so strong.
When did you become so different?
Why did you go with him...?
He bit his lip and clenched his blanket.
Why did you leave me so isolated and alone?
...
BAM!
"HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO SAY IT!?! GET UP! I HONESTLY FIND IT HARD TO BELIEVE YOU'RE THE OLDER ONE HERE, GOTT! WHY ARE YOU SO LAZY AND USELESS!?"
Prussia jumped, the door slamming open and Germany's wrath catching him off guard. He looked up at his brother, seething, angry and furious. The blonde was panting at his outburst, eyes narrowed to a dangerous angle, irises aflame with frustration.
WHY ARE YOU SO LAZY AND USELESS?
Is that why she left me? Did she see me as useless... as weak?
HONESTLY I FIND IT HARD TO BELIEVE YOU'RE THE OLDER ONE HERE, GOTT!
Is West going to leave me too? I had always been a failure for a brother, not being able to help him through World War 2. I left him by himself with the Allies, alone, whilst I got myself captured by Russia, and taken off the map. He was right, I am lazy, and I am useless. I'm a failure of a brother...
His face must have seemed anguished and hurt, because Ludwig's face softened a fraction, before he turned away.
"If you're not by the car in ten minutes, I'm leaving without you." Germany warned, his voice quieter, not having the bite it had earlier.
A few moments after his brother left, Prussia got out of bed, anguish gone, face stony. Like a robot, he began to wear his Prussian uniform.
"Hey Luddy, check it! It's the new military uniform! Isn't it awesome?"
His eyes were shining with excitement. They were definitely winning this war. Clutching his uniform, he knew it was just one of the symbols of a new beginning.
The navy blue cloth in his hand didn't seem as special as it did all those years ago. It was merely a rugged, navy military uniform.
Why am I even meant to wear this? It's not like my military exists anymore.
Rubbing his eyes of the tears that hard formed, he quickly dressed himself, shedding his sweatpants and shirt, slipping into his trousers, putting on his shirt, fixing his tie and buttoning his jacket.
Making his way up the steps, before pausing, as he began to wonder.
Maybe I should just stay here. West did say he'd leave me if I didn't come. It's not like I'm a help there anyways...
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