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[ooc: He hasn't dropped but assuming if he had!]
It was decided. Prussia was going to be abolished.
Everyone knew what happened to a nation that lost it's name. Look at what happened to Rome. Greece. They were once great countries, but they did not exist in this world any longer. Even though the other countries knew, that decision would hold firm. Prussia's fate was to be complete eradication.
Prussia sat by himself in his cell, awaiting for that moment. It was to be his last day, but for some reason, he felt calm. The idea of him losing everything felt familiar. While i t was true that all of his life, he had to fight or he would have lost everything, but this time, it felt different. It felt like he was ready to lose it all because he knew what it felt like.
The guards grabbed him and yanked him out, tossing him into a room where the other countries sat. Prussia looked around to see who all were there, but of course, West was missing. They probably kept the younger brother from attending. After all, West would have sacrificed his arms to keep his brother from getting hurt (his arms? what a strangely specific image). They wanted to make sure this all went without a hitch.
The document was read out loud for everyone to hear. No objections were made, no one argued back, and no one there to save him. Of course not. That would be a silly thought. Once the country finished reading it out loud, he passed the document along for everyone to sign.
And then the last signature was made. Prussia knew the moment it happened because the voices of his people disappeared within a flash. The sudden silence was enough to make him sick, throwing up whatever he had in his stomach at that time. Because at that moment, everything was completely silent. Everything that made him "Prussia" was gone.
But for some reason, Prussia was still standing.
Prussia quickly opened his eyes to see if there was more to the procedure, but the countries looked as baffled as he was. One thing was for sure. This process should have worked, and Prussia should be dead, but there he was, still standing. And boy, the other countries started riling up because of it.
"Why is he still here?"
"His people have been given away so his connection to this world should be gone! Without his people, his heart, he shouldn't be able to exist!"
"Is it possible that he has citizens that we've missed?"
"Whaaaaat? Do you think he placed his people on Mars or something? Pffft, get over yourself."
This was obviously a strange ordeal, but. Then something stranger happened that he couldn't explain. They were very, very few and felt so far away, but he could hear it.
The sound of voices trickling in his ear.
Prussia couldn't see their faces nor could he figure out where they were, but they sounded so, so familiar. They sounded excited! But they were also loud and cranky. There were so many shades of color like grey and green and purple. There were sounds like the quack of a duck, the barks and snarls of dogs fighting, the crack of a whip and the sound of one of those new-fangled vacuum cleaners. Feelings of child-like curiousity, a revenge that was finally forgotten, and a leader who returned to where he belonged. All of this filled his heart with a strange sense of nostalgia that brought tears into his eyes. It was a sadness that he had never felt before, and couldn't explain why it was there in the first place.
The soldiers picked him up, taking him back to his cell, since the countries couldn't do anything else for the time being. They could not hear, see, or feel what Prussia did. They did not know what he had knew. Even if Prussia could not remember, no matter how hard he tried, he still knew of one thing.
The voices did not live in this world, but they were still there. It sounded stupid but maybe he had made contracts in a dream that he had forgotten about. Maybe they're the reason he was still alive. He laid on his bed, closing his eyes, finding comfort in the tiny racket amongst this new silence.
Somewhere, somehow, his citizens were still living with pieces of his heart that he had left behind.
It was decided. Prussia was going to be abolished.
Everyone knew what happened to a nation that lost it's name. Look at what happened to Rome. Greece. They were once great countries, but they did not exist in this world any longer. Even though the other countries knew, that decision would hold firm. Prussia's fate was to be complete eradication.
Prussia sat by himself in his cell, awaiting for that moment. It was to be his last day, but for some reason, he felt calm. The idea of him losing everything felt familiar. While i t was true that all of his life, he had to fight or he would have lost everything, but this time, it felt different. It felt like he was ready to lose it all because he knew what it felt like.
The guards grabbed him and yanked him out, tossing him into a room where the other countries sat. Prussia looked around to see who all were there, but of course, West was missing. They probably kept the younger brother from attending. After all, West would have sacrificed his arms to keep his brother from getting hurt (his arms? what a strangely specific image). They wanted to make sure this all went without a hitch.
The document was read out loud for everyone to hear. No objections were made, no one argued back, and no one there to save him. Of course not. That would be a silly thought. Once the country finished reading it out loud, he passed the document along for everyone to sign.
And then the last signature was made. Prussia knew the moment it happened because the voices of his people disappeared within a flash. The sudden silence was enough to make him sick, throwing up whatever he had in his stomach at that time. Because at that moment, everything was completely silent. Everything that made him "Prussia" was gone.
But for some reason, Prussia was still standing.
Prussia quickly opened his eyes to see if there was more to the procedure, but the countries looked as baffled as he was. One thing was for sure. This process should have worked, and Prussia should be dead, but there he was, still standing. And boy, the other countries started riling up because of it.
"Why is he still here?"
"His people have been given away so his connection to this world should be gone! Without his people, his heart, he shouldn't be able to exist!"
"Is it possible that he has citizens that we've missed?"
"Whaaaaat? Do you think he placed his people on Mars or something? Pffft, get over yourself."
This was obviously a strange ordeal, but. Then something stranger happened that he couldn't explain. They were very, very few and felt so far away, but he could hear it.
The sound of voices trickling in his ear.
Prussia couldn't see their faces nor could he figure out where they were, but they sounded so, so familiar. They sounded excited! But they were also loud and cranky. There were so many shades of color like grey and green and purple. There were sounds like the quack of a duck, the barks and snarls of dogs fighting, the crack of a whip and the sound of one of those new-fangled vacuum cleaners. Feelings of child-like curiousity, a revenge that was finally forgotten, and a leader who returned to where he belonged. All of this filled his heart with a strange sense of nostalgia that brought tears into his eyes. It was a sadness that he had never felt before, and couldn't explain why it was there in the first place.
The soldiers picked him up, taking him back to his cell, since the countries couldn't do anything else for the time being. They could not hear, see, or feel what Prussia did. They did not know what he had knew. Even if Prussia could not remember, no matter how hard he tried, he still knew of one thing.
The voices did not live in this world, but they were still there. It sounded stupid but maybe he had made contracts in a dream that he had forgotten about. Maybe they're the reason he was still alive. He laid on his bed, closing his eyes, finding comfort in the tiny racket amongst this new silence.
Somewhere, somehow, his citizens were still living with pieces of his heart that he had left behind.