But how could I forget?
All I remember was pain, so much pain, coursing through my veins as I laid on the
cold, unforgiving ground as I felt pools of my own red, scarlet blood pooled around
my body, the color of my eyes. Red.
I could feel the cold freezing my body as I felt myself grow colder with each passing
second of my life. I began to flashback. My brother, I can't leave him all alone. Not
now. Not never, not even if this was happening to me, and my country. He was my
only brother, my family.
Fingernails drilled into the cold brown dirt as the sky above me was a depressing
grey, not a trace of blue. Only cold, grey, and rain was all I could feel. Other than
pain it was pretty nice, being left alone as I quietly flashed back to when I was little,
When I was rasing west... I could see the images clearly, like they were happening
right there, infront of me. It all looked so real all over again.
A warm summer day it was, I was watching a young Ludwig, I grew up with him,
I watched him grow up, become a country. Look at me, look at what happened.
I was so weak then, and still am. How could I let this happen -- it was bound
to happen. But why today...?
I felt my body be slightly warmed from the blood finally seeping through my
torn jacket I had for years. But it didn't matter, I couldn't move my muscles,
I could not move at all. I felt so useless, the Kingdom of Prussia laying broken
and beaten on the ground. How unawesome...
I then remembered what happened, It was so fast though, Russia. That bastard
had taken every possible thing from me. I weakly clentched my fists tightly
in balls as my whole body was nearly drained of ruby red blood, my vision blurry.
All I could see was a blur of blonde hair and blue eyes, Ludwig. It was Ludwig, my
only family. I looked over with blurry, clouded eyes as the rain dripped on us both,
picking up with time as my own blood was washed away, along with crystal clear
tears from Germany, the strong one.
He spoke to me, I could barely make a word out but 'Ich liebe dich bruder' in a faint
voice from my brother. I couldn't speak, but my eyes could talk, they told my brother,
I loved him as well.
I'm gonna miss it all, the funny times where everyone could crack a joke, smile.
I'm gonna miss bugging the hell out of that aristocrat Roddy.
I knew I didn't have long left, my body was already colder than the water
forming another pool around me.
My iron cross laid next to my head as I stared straight towards the grey sky above,
No sun in sight, tree's leafs sagging and wilting from the heavy rain. Everything
smelt so pretty, so natural. I blinked a few times before swallowing to coat
my dry throat to speak.
I felt a heavy pain in my chest, my heart was failing as the wound in my
stomach stopped bleeding, there was barely anymore blood to be bled.
My whole Prussian outfit was turned a dark red from all the red liquid I lost.
All because I was too weak.
As my brother continued speaking, I raised a bloody hand and placed it on my
crying brother's pale cheek, I turn my head and I force a smile onto my lips
as I wiped his tears. "Ich liebe dich auch... bruder..." I say, last words slipping
my lips as I cough, it was time.
My hand reaches towards the sky as I felt my breathing suddenly stop, my hand
falling onto my chest, The last thing I heard was my brother sobs, and screams.
As my eyes closed, they remained locked on Ludwig, wishing I could
just sit up and hug him tightly, take him home, have a drink, then everything
would be better, right? It had to be,
My mind stopped, and so did everything else, But I felt something else, Germany's hand on my
own, taking the iron cross next to my head and placing it into my pale, bloody hands, I tighten
a slight grip on Germany's fingers before everything goes limp, death is not a dream, but
it looks like I have other plans.
"How could I forget?..."
(Please comment- I know it's bad but I wanted to write some Angst-)