Title: Across the Highlands
Author: sithmarauder
Pairing(s): Prussia/Austria
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Drabble.

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"I am immortal thus my freedom is captivity." – Across the Highlands, Kamelot

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Sometimes he thinks the immortal life of a nation is a curse: to go through so much pain, so much hatred, so much darkness. He doesn't even think it's possible for any of them to feel remorse – true remorse. They've all hurt too many people. If they were mortal, and if God existed, he knows they'd all be damned. But then again, their lives are damned – their lives are nothing more than condemnation, and no matter how much they try to escape it, Prussia knows they will continue to fight each other for the rest of their lives – always reaching for the sky, the stars, for the things they cannot have; a forever beyond their grasp.

Sighing, Prussia leans against his chair, eyes closing, but when he feels a pair of gentle lips against his own, it's all he can do to stop the growl from leaving his throat. He may be damned, but as long as he's damned with Austria, perhaps he can take it.

And finally, he opens his eyes – opens them to a new revelation. Austria.