My name is Felix Liev T. I am sixteen years old. I've been living in the dark shadow of my family for my entire life. I'm a hostage to fear. I'm trapped, lonely and scared. This is my story. -Felix All rights reserved © This story is my personal story; don't steal it and don't copy it.

"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 all 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..." He was a useless, pathetic, weak excuse for a nation. No one wanted him. Not Hungary, not even West. What was he saying? He wasn't even a nation! He's useless, pitied by. Who'd want to be with him anyways? //Prussia struggles with the relapse of losing his title as nation, remembering unwanted memories, and experiencing the hate from those closest to him. Those who he cares about with all his heart.// Pairings: PruHun --Warnings: Self-harm, hints of rape, depression, and mild cussing--