Long Live Prussia

If I die young..

Bury me in satin..

Lay me down..

On a bed of roses..

Sink me in the river..

At dawn..

Send me away..

With the words of a love song..

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It was war..

Again..

Why couldn't the other countries just leave Prussia be?

Everyone wanted to have the land of Prussia for themselves.

Why just not leave Prussia in peace for some time?

No.

Countries were greedy.

They wanted everything for themselves.

They kept on fighting to take Prussia.

War following another.

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The personification of Prussia was fighting.

He had to.

What else should he do when his country was being attacked?

But this time..

It wasn't a normal war..

It was a war between him.. And his brother..

Tragedy, right?

Siblings fighting against each other.. Because one wants all..

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"I didn't think you'd turn against me like that, Bruder." Prussia said in the middle of fighting against his brother, Germany.

"Without those fighting skills of yours, I'd have had this land long time ago." Germany replied.

Germany tried to stab his brother again. But Prussia, as always, blocked his attack.

Little did they know, that there was a German soldier sneaking behind them.

And when he was close enough to Prussia, Germany noticed and gave him a glare saying that he wanted to kill Prussia himself.

Prussia noticed, though the glare was unnoticed to the soldier.

Quickly, Prussia turned around and killed the soldier before he could even notice.

But unfortunately for him, Germany took the opportunity and stabbed Prussia right in the heart.

Prussia just froze there for a moment.

"Bruder.." Was all what Prussia could mutter.

Germany stood there and smirked.

"That's what you get when you're Prussia." The German guy said.

The Prussian soldiers noticed their leader dying.

They quickly hurried to him and took him over a hill away from the enemy.

They layed him beside their Country's flag.

Prussia looked at his Country's flag and smiled sadly at it.

He took the flag in his hand and kissed it.

"Long Live Prussia." Were the last words coming from the now dead country.

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If I die young..

Bury me in satin..

Lay me down..

On a bed of roses..

Sink me in the river..

At dawn..

Send me away..

With the words of a love song..