May 30, 2010

AN: Hello to all of you people! It has been quite sometime now, and I wrote a small fic-let a little while back, and decided I should post it. So here you are, my dears! :3

A/N *EDIT* : Edited the story. Come back and read it, please!

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia: Axis Powers. So the characters featured in this ficlet are not mine. I'm sure the creator would appreciate it if you support the official release. :D
Also, I do not own MCR or their songs…although if I did, they would be locked in my closet at all times!
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Forgotten.

Invisible.

Un-recognizable.

These core-striking words echoed off of the walls of this quiet, lonely room, and back into the ears of the un-settled Prussian.

Gilbert sat against the far wall of his bedroom, taking a swing every now and again. The Prussian had been stricken deeply when his own brother didn't recognize him when he'd been standing next to him for the whole evening.

Gilbert was fading.

As much as he hated to admit it, he was, and there was nothing he could do. Wasn't he once a mighty nation?

Didn't he fight and conquer?

The Prussian stood up, and stormed out of his room. He flew down the stairs, and out the front door. He ran out into the middle of the sidewalk. He was blocking the path, but no one seemed to notice. At this, he let out a roar of rage.

"People! Please listen!" he shouted. A few faces in the crowd heard, and stopped. The Prussian walked to a young girl that heard his plea. "Do you know who I am?" he asked her. She shook her head no. "How about who I once was?" at this, the girl again shook her head at the albino. The Prussian was outraged at this. His look of rage and pain was so startling, that the girl was frightened to the point of taking off. With a yelp, she ran away from him. This, naturally, drew a few people to look at Gilbert and question his morals. At least those people could see him.

"God-damnit people! Have your teachers forgotten to educate you about me?" More people in the crowd heard him yelling, and stopped with the others. "I am PRUSSIA! The ex-nation!" Most of the crowd stopped listening and moved on, thinking he was crazy. "You there, sir?" The Prussian pointed at a middle-aged man.

"Yes?" The man replied, thinking the albino a madman.

"How can something that was once so mighty be forgotten so fast?"

The man shook his head and walked away.

"I fought! I conquered! I even built a castle, in what is now my Brother's land."

Thunder rolled as the Prussian's voice broke.

"Now, I am dissolved, into my Brother's success. I am fading."

The lightning struck the earth. The remaining crowd left at the sign of oncoming rain. Only one man still stood facing the Prussian's back.

"But do any of you even care? You removed me from your maps…" Tears rolled down the albino's face.

"You removed me from your textbooks…" Rain fell from the sky.

"I'm about to disappear. AND NONE OF YOU EVEN CARE!" The Prussian collapsed onto the pavement.

He still hadn't noticed the one remaining man as the sounds of a wailing siren growing nearer penetrated his ears.

"G-Gilbert?" Mathew stammered.

The albino lifted his face, and turned to see the Canadian standing behind him.

"What do you want?" The Prussian snapped.

"You haven't been forgotten." Mathew replied gently. The albino just looked at him. "Now lets get you back inside and make you some pancakes."