Hetalia Feels

Indescribable (S)

A/N I am back and ready to crush your feels.
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Prussia was a lot of things. Arrogant. Occasionally annoying. Loyal. A neat freak.

Some of these facts were well known. Others..... Not so much.

One of those mostly unknown facts was that Prussia was a musician.

So, when Prussia suddenly called all of the nations over (including Canada, of course!), none of them had any idea as to why. But they came anyways. Perhaps it was curiosity. Perhaps, in the depths of their heart, they knew exactly why they were being called. It's hard to tell what exactly drew them there. But they did go.

It was a beautiful day. To Prussia's surprise, every single nation and micronation showed up. What a delightful surprise that was.

He led them out to the forest. It wasn't a creepy forest, more relaxing than anything. Finally, they arrived in a clearing.

No description, picture, nor painting, could do the place justice.

But I'll do my best.

A stream with small waterfalls trickled and murmured nearby. The breeze swept through the grass, bending it to its will. Flowers grew in small patches all around, releasing their lovely scent into the air.

A group of Prussia's "Gilbird"'s flew past, all in a family. They flew so close, that they rustled his clothes with the force of their many wings.

The nations all sat. They needed no instruction.

The sky was perfectly blue. The barefoot, short sleeved Prussia stood upon a slight hill, barely qualifying as one, and, without explaining, took out his flute.

"I have one request," he announced, voice clear. His face betrayed no emotion. But it spoke volumes all the same.

"What is it, Bruder?" Germany inquired, scrunching up his forehead.

"Just don't interrupt. Stay where you are. Let me finish my song."

And, with that, he began to play.

Like the clearing, a description could never do his music justice. It was an original piece. One that spoke of hundreds of years. Years of happiness, pain, love, agony, and every emotion in between.

Prussia closed his eyes, and suddenly, the flute wasn't just an instrument. It was a part of him. The music flowed in and out of him, through his lungs, in the tapping of his fingers.

The nations sat, breathless, awestruck, dumbfounded- they had no words. Perhaps that was for the better.

They were to entranced to see that Prussia was fading.

As time went on, his body shimmered. He wore a blue uniform. Then a knight's armor. Then a casual outfit. He wore the many clothes of the ages. His ages.

Every note, every singular piece of the song was much more than that. It was his story.

And it wasn't nearly as happy as he made it out to be.

It was Germany who noticed it first. His eyes widened, sweat formed on his brow, tears glistened at the corners of his eyes, yet he stayed true to his word and did not move. He didn't say a word.

The song began to slow down. It now spoke of real pain. Real suffering. Yet within that, were slight moments of happiness.

This was a thank you.

A thank you for the good times, the bad times, and everything in-between. A thank you for the adventures, and struggles.

But most of all... A thank you for helping to create his life.

It may have not been the best life. But no nation lived free of those memories. Not even micronations.

The music... Was, in a very real sense, alive.

When the music began to fade, along with Prussia, he opened his eyes once again.

His eyes held no remorse. No regrets. No sadness. No anger.

Just happiness.

He smiled, blowing that one, last, final note.

And then.....

Just like that.....

He was gone.

The flute dropped.

He had disappeared.

Every nation has a beginning, and an end.

Some accept it, some do not.

Some are missed, and some are not.

I suppose that's what makes them so....human.

We all exist, at some point.

It's just what we do with that existence that mattered.

And, judging by the tears of the crowd, Prussia did a damn well job with the existence he was given.

Prussia was many things.

But most of all, he was....

.... Indescribable.

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A/N

I've been wanting to write that for a while. For some reason I just don't feel satisfied with it.

Oh, well.

Anyways, what's your opinion? Good? Bad? Constructive criticism?

Sorry (not sorry) if I broke your feels. Here's some free tissues and teddy bears! Oh, and chocolate. *tosses stuff at you*

Bai~

~Weirdanimewriter out!