"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--

'When you grow big and strong, I will give you my kingdom, my entire kingdom.' He said, holding the young blonde boy in his lap. 'I promise' It had been so many years, so many years since he promised his little brother, only one year after the Second World War, all those devastation, again, he took the blame. Again, he promised, again he protected his younger brother. Again and again...