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[ichbinpreussen]

[If someone were to walk into this old room, they would notice a few splats of blood, vivid against the wooden floor boards. These lead up to a figure sat on the bed closest to the window, his silouette hunched in a thoughtful and passive position

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[wurstinbed]

[Germany slowly turned the doorknob and entered the room, assuming that his brother had to have been in there. After all, he hadn't seen the older nation in well over a day, and was getting pretty worried.

As soon as he entered the room, he closed the door behind him and blinked a few times at the sight of blood on the floor. He then directed his attention toward the bed, where Prussia was sitting, and gasped, shocked at how the older nation looked.]

Bruder...

[ichbinpreussen]

[The pale-haired man didn't look around at the voice of his brother, or even greet him. Instead he continued to gaze at his sword, seemingly enchanted by it, like a bird with a mirror.]

Do you remember, Bruder?

[wurstinbed]

[Germany didn't budge. He simply stood still and shook his head.]

What are you talking about? What's going on?

[ichbinpreussen]

[The Prussian still didn't turn around. Instead, he reached forward and picked up his precious sword, resting her on his lap. He admired the hilt which was decorated with a crowned eagle. Gekrönten Adler. Something so precious to him that he still kept his old possessions even after his own collapse.]

You don't remember, do you.

[He laughed. It was a laugh far removed from his usual laugh. And then he finally turned to look at his brother, his eyes glistening with madness, the grin still on his face. A look which belonged several centuries ago in the midst of war.]

You don't remember how great I was, do you, Ludwig?