Prussia x Reader Friend, Brother, Child, and Lover

They couldn't stop me, not when I ran to find him, and not when I came to this conclusion I was at now. I had watched the fight that ended my life, the fight that ended with Hungary, Germany, Spain, and France being held back…but no one tried to touch me. I still remembered the sight of that cursed blade swinging at my love, my future, and the look of shock on his face as he fell to his knees, his crimson eyes matching the crimson liquid spilling from his side.

Running had been the only thought on my mind as the others were pulled back, pulled away from the scene, but…never me. His name burst from my lips, over and over and over again, always a reminder to those hurting days when I had to deal without him…without my lover and best friend. Spain, crying in the arms of South Italy; France being held by his child Seychelles; Germany being pulled into North Italy's arms; and Hungary squirming to get out of Austria's arms, screaming in frustration, tears falling down their faces, watching as I cradled their loss in my arms, screaming as well.

I swore, to this day I swore that the world heard us screaming that night, the world felt our pain, and wolves cried along with us, cat's hid and mewled softly for us, and humans sobbed in their beds, unsure as to why, but letting it happen.

~How could you? How could you do this to a man like him?~

Those words still repeated themselves, nailed themselves into my brain, over and over, never leaving, and fresh tears fell once again. It was the same scene when his pale, sunken body was put into that god awful box and burned before my eyes, just as he wanted, just as his tradition demanded of him. Spain still cried, France mourned in his wine, Germany sat at the beach to ignore it all, and Hungary could only wail at the grief she still felt to this day. I was one of them, I joined in all of their antics, trying to forget, but unfortunately, it would never happen.

~I had to get rid of him, he was a nuisance, he deserved this for his antics toward me and my people!~

~SHUT UP! HE DESERVED NOTHING OF THE SORT AND YOU KNOW IT!~

~Do I now, can you tell me the last time he ever did anything good for his children, and for you?~

~Get away from me. Get the fuck away from me before I take Spain's axe and cut you into so many tiny pieces that you'll look like sand brought in from the beach!~

~You will wish for me to kill you one day, just ask, and I shall come.~

~GET AWAY FROM ME!~

That conversation scared me every day, it always pulled me back into the past, back to watching my crimson eyed, snow haired man fall to his death. Holding him in my arms again, screaming at him to stay alive, I still saw it all, even the one moment where he smiled at me, love shining in his eyes, his blood soaked hand pressing into my cheek as my tears fell upon his face…and then he had left me alone. Leaving me to suddenly panic and clutch at his shirt, bringing him closer, trying to shake him awake…that had been the draw for someone to finally pull me back.

America's gloved hands had wrapped around my waist, pulling me away from the destruction in my heart and mind. The five of us affected by his death the most were put into hospital beds, strapped down, and mostly kept in subconscious states until the funeral. We were allowed to go to the first part of the service, his rights, and even the second, the purification. I hated both.

~They haven't talked since walking in.~

~I know. Tell me, Romano, how has Spain been fairing?~

~He was only let out of the hospital yesterday to be ready for the funeral, I'm afraid for him…I don't want to lose him.~

~What about Germany, Italy?~

~Veh, he's been the same way, and I'm just as afraid as fratello, I don't want anything to happen to any of them.~

~Nobody wants that, Austria already feels that he's losing Hungary to depression…and I heard from America and England that (Name)…our beloved (Name)…she is falling deeper into despair, even the few moment's she is allowed to wake, she is already falling.~

Spain and Germany clasped my hands then, tears still falling from our faces. Hungary kneeled before me with her head in my lap and France scooted closer to my back, hugging me from behind. I had felt safe then, safe and at home…but my heart ached for the one thing that was missing…my one family that should have never gone away like that…never like that, I wanted what was mine again.

So, standing here in my little bedroom, holding his favorite shirt to my chest, I slipped the rope over my head, settling it like a necklace against my skin. Clutching at the honey colored rope, I sent a silent prayer to the heavens, fresh tears joining the dried up old ones from only an hour ago. The lights went out, the darkness crowding in, and my last sob alerting anyone willing to listen as I was dragged out of this world, and to a new one.

Prussia…Gilbert…friend…lover…all of your titles are mine and mine alone, and I have come to join you.

Don't leave me behind, come and greet me at the gates, because I'll wait for you until an angel alerts your foggy mind. Join me in the clouds where we can fly until the end of time, maybe we can protect our friends together, maybe we can make sure they never leave their loved ones as we have done to them.

I love you.

I love them.

But I chose to be with you.

Welcome me home, love.