PrussiaXReader: Gone

"Miss, I have a telegram for you," the delivery man said, handing you a telegraph.

The great war was going on, and your dearest friend, Prussia, was fighting in it. He had been away for a few months, and he wrote you a letter every few days. You were starting to worry about him though, because recently you hadn't received a letter from him for a week now.

You opened the telegraph the man had given you and read it.

Gilbert Beilschmidt, Killed in Action.

You couldn't believe it. Prussia… dead?

You looked up at the delivery man with tears in your eyes. He nodded apologetically.

"I'm sorry miss, but it's true."

"T-thank y-y-you for b-bring t-this to me…" you said quietly.

He tipped his cap to you and left.

You stood on your porch, just staring at the yellow telegram becoming wet with your salty tears. By now, the words were barely decipherable on the paper, but they were etched into your soul. Those five hateful words.

Gilbert Beilschmidt, Killed in Action.

You shook your head and remembered an excerpt you had read once in a history book. "He isn't dead. Countries never die. They are remembered forever by people. They are written about in books and are forever etched into history. Never does a country die."

If he was really truly dead, then you would never forgive yourself. You still had one last thing to tell him…

You were in love with your best friend. He could be a jerk sometimes, but he really cared about you. You had grown to love him. He could always make you smile with his "awesomeness".

Gilbert…

I love you.

When the sun started to set, you reluctantly went back inside your house. You remembered all the times you shared with Prussia on your porch. You lay on your bed thinking about Prussia, and dozed off to sleep and instantly started dreaming.

In your dream, You were standing in the middle of a field of red and orange poppies. Someone was running towards you from far away. You squinted your eyes and saw a silver-haired man clad in navy blue… Prussia! You ran towards him.

"Prussia!" you shouted.

"_!" He cried.

You wrapped your arms around him, pulling him into a hug.

"Prussia… I've always wanted to say this… I-I love you, Prussia…"

His eyes widened.

"I-Ich liebe dich, _... I've loved you ever since we met…" He responded.

You awoke suddenly and looked at the pillow beside your head where Prussia always slept if he came over, expecting to see the man himself. But your eyes were met with no Prussia. Tears started to fall down your cheeks and fell onto your blankets. It was just a dream.

You quickly got up and grabbed a gun from your closet and cocked it at your forehead.

Soon you would reunited with Prussia once again.

"P-Prussia… I-Ich liebe dich… You really are dead…" You mumbled quietly.

You shut your eyes, and pulled the trigger.