Some of the author's note is important, it will be in bold. The rest is an optional read because I got ramble-y.

This story will feature song lyrics - first one in reviews to identify the song gets brownie points! This song is so perfect for hetalia - ESPECIALLY fading or nations trying to gain independence. So all you USUK, RoPan, Germancest, Itacest, Rochu, HRE x Chibitalia, Ancient Rome, and Germania fans have something to be sad about. This whole story will be based on that song. I'll reveal it at the end if no one gets it (or thinks to just google the lyrics you little cheats).

This story also makes me think of My Immortal by Evanescence as if it were a duet of Germany and Prussia like...

Prussia: These wounds won't seem to heal, this pain is just too real, there's just too much that time cannot erase. When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears. When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears.
Germany: And I held your hand through all of these years.
Prussia: But you still have all of me. *hands Germany his cross necklace. Fades away. Many years later Germany looks back at cross.*
Germany: I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone, but thought you're still with me *clenches cross*, I've been alone all along!"

I am feeling very...mmm...iffy about starting a second story while writing the other one. I am not abandoning it, it will be finished! I love Japan too much to ditch a story with him in it. I just don't know if I can handle two stories at once, however my hyperactive little mind is always bouncing about hetalia ideas in my head. It's ridiculous. So I HAD to tackle a story I've been thinking about for quite a hot second - Prussia (and also, Romano and his possible fading away...but we'll get to that). I love Prussia's fem design, but for sake of you guys' preference, I will keep him male. I am going into this story with little a plan, whereas Giant Dragon has all its chapters mapped out, so we'll see if that helps or hinders me. Update: It hindered for sure. This is actually a re-write and I now have a plan so lol.

Fun fact: One thing I love about anime is the way the hands are drawn. There's usually such a focus on the elegance. In Hetalia manga, Hima's chubby blobs are odd but acceptable hands. In the anime, however, their hands always looked so...displeasing to me. I like the new design better and fan art USUALLY give some pretty graceful hands. I just looked up a picture of Prussia and saw those horrific hands, so, that's why I decided to add this pointless ramble.

This story will have two endings, one in which Prussia does disappear and another where he doesn't. So it won't blast your feels TOO badly...probably.

CONTEXT OF THIS SECTION: Prussia has not faded yet, he still isn't disbanded or dissolved or like whatever (his "country" [or rather section of Germany] is still a thing), he has noticed his non-healing wounds

NOT HISTORICALLY ACCURATE - I'm too stupid for that y'all.

"Little one, don't let go." -Secret Song Writer (SSW)

"So it'll just be for the day, you hear me?" Switzerland adjusted the strap of the riffle slung onto his back, with a scowl in his eye and a hand on his little sister's back. The girl glanced up and smiled at the man in the doorway across from them and adjusted her own strap out of mimicry. This, however, was the strap of a burlap bag containing some of her night clothes, a brush, and a toothbrush.

"Yes, I understand. Watch your sister for one day while you're at a meeting," the man laughed, "The awesome me can handle it!"

"Don't do anything weird, or stupid, and if I get back and she's hurt I'll-"

"I know, I know, you'll shoot me until I'm dead."

"KILL YOU until you're dead. Shooting you won't work, you are sort of a country after all." Upon hearing this Prussia casually tugged his sleeve down a bit more, hoping to cover the still-healing scar on his hand. He was sort of still something, but certainly not a country. A country would have already repaired a mere wound on it's skin due to a feeling now unfamiliar to him - people of your lands thinking about you. Prussia had a feeling shooting him once would do the trick, but upon feeling that feeling he shook his head lightly and stepped to the side, sweeping his arm out and smiling.

"Got it. Come on in Liech," he nearly stopped at just the pet name but another adjustment of the strap warned him against it. "...enstien! I just made some mashed potatoes and wurst." The two waltzed into Prussia's grandiose mansion and the young girl oohed and ahhed at his shining, expensive tastes. They walked past a dining hall big enough for a gala and into a more cozy seating space with only six chairs. Across from one another were two plates of steaming food, and the young girl sat down to dig into hers.

"Would you mind if we had the same thing for dinner? It's very good Prussia." The chef beamed at this compliment.

"I suppose the awesome me could whip up some more!" A quirky laughter of "kese"s flowed out of his mouth as a small, yellow bird found a nice place on his head to settle itself. The two ate in silence for a while, offering each other small smiles and glances until one of the two finally thought of something to say.

"I haven't seen you in a hot second Liech."

"I enjoy spending time with big bruder but he doesn't like other people very much," Liechtenstein commented in her quiet, sweet voice. "I haven't seen much of anyone lately."

"I see."

"I would like to make more friends though." The girl flipped her golden hair out of her face and took up one of the last scoops of potatoes on her plate. "I-"

Suddenly the phone rang.

"I'll get it," the red eyed man offered, standing from his seat throwing a napkin on his plate. "Could you handle the dishes?". Liechtenstein nodded and began to do just that, stacking both plates atop each other as Prussia fled the room. She stacked their cups and placed forks and knives inside them, all before scooping this up and walking out.

Suddenly, the girl realized she had no clue how to get to the kitchen from there.

Looking back and forth she decided to go left, evidently the wrong way, or so she realized when the last door on the hallway was not leading into a kitchen but into a sort of study. She found herself taken aback by it as she leaned, using all her body weight, to hold open one of the huge, iron doors. The room was lined with rows upon rows of shelves, all of which were lined from end to end with blue books. Books in the far back of the room held a thin layer of dust. She noticed a small desk near these books with nothing on it but a reading light and several black pens. How on earth has he found only blue bo- oh wait, that one's red. Politeness suddenly lost on the girl, she picked up the only red book in the entire collection and studied it. Front and back were a bright crimson with no label, title, author, or information. It was identical in size and thickness to all the other books - just colored differently. Upon peeling back the cover, the girl found a picture of the adorable chic that'd taken refuge on her host's head earlier that night. She flipped another page, unable to resist now, and found it scrawled with words in beautiful cursive.

"A journal?!" she said aloud before hearing footsteps. The journal was quickly thrown into the girl's over-the-shoulder bag and she stumbled out of the room as quickly as possible. She couldn't be caught disturbing the peace.

"What are you doing here?" Prussia asked, turning the corner with his red eyes glowing with amusement.

"I couldn't find the kitchen."

"Well that's because it's that way." He threw a thumb over his shoulder, grin widening.

It was 12:02AM. Prussia had already fallen asleep on the couch, and yet Liechtenstein was awake and energetic past her usual bedtime of nine. She tiptoed to her room, excited that fate had given her this opportunity, and peeled open her bag. Something told her the red book now in her hands was not meant to be read by her eyes, but that something shriveled up and died in the mischief that even well behaved children like her self-practiced. Her nimble hands flipped yet again past Gilbird and a smile crept on her face as she saw the block of text before her. This time however, her eyes were given the time and privacy to focus on it, see letters, form words, and mend to life Prussia's thoughts and feelings. Green orbs flickered side to side as the teen soaked in the contents of the page. Immediately, without thinking, she flipped to the next page and made her way through the blocks on that. The next page, the next one, on and on until she flipped to the first blank page in the book. It was as far as Prussia had gotten in his red diary. The girl stared at the page for a moment, before shutting the book. Carefully, her hands set it on the nightstand as if it had become an ancient artifact.

When she went to flip off the lamp light, she noticed her body trembling.

That morning Lichtenstein seemed to get ready as slowly as humanly possible. She brushed her hair at a record s dull pace, and hid in the bathroom for two hours insisting she was still in the nude. Finally, feeling she had no other choice, the child drifted down the stairs and to the table for breakfast. Eggs and toast. Her elder brother was there too, as he had been invited to a meal before leaving with her.

"Thank you, Prussia." She felt her through tighten and coughed to clear it. The three ate in silence again, but this time, Liet dared not look up. She couldn't smile over the table, make faces, carry on conversation, or keep her hands from shaking, so Prussia noticed. Twenty minutes of painful silence later, she had forced down the meal and stood to leave.

"Liechtenstein, you haven't said a word all morning. Are you alright?" It was her brother's familiar voice, and his hand on her arm. Liet could feel his warmth and shuddered under it. With a nod, her feet led her out of the room and out of their gaze. The pitter patter of her footsteps ricocheted off the hall walls as she headed down it, staring at the floor. The guest room's door squeaked, and it wasn't until the light of the hall cast a shadow in the room that the child noticed a figure behind her. She whipped around and froze.

"You know," the albino began, "one of the books from my study has gone up missing. The one day I forget to lock it up..." He grinned, weakly. The younger of the two felt her heart stop and her eyes widen before dared to glance over her shoulder at the book. Words she had read the previous night seemed to dance out of it and taunt her. Will this be my last journal? Is it bad that I'm scared? I wonder if I will get to see Vati again. She tried to breathe but her voice had left her lungs. Scar won't heal. It stings. It burns. I'm not ready. The room began to spin as she stumbled over to the dresser. Being forgotten. Lonely. This is totally Unawesome. The rose colored volume now in her hand, she spun around to face the man. Today, I cried. I cried a bunch. No one noticed me. Her heartbeat was all she could hear as she spoke.

"I'm s-sorry," her throat tightened painfully, forcing water to her eyes that threatened to fall as struggled, stretching out the book. "I shouldn't have t-t..." she felt a wetness on her face. ...taken..." Before that sentence could ever end, the girl broke down into a loud, messy fit of tears. They slid down her cheeks and nose, falling to her chin, her dress, the floor, into her mouth as she opened it to sob. Her throat expelled all of its pain in loud wails, and her fragile body lapsed into tremors and shaking. The taller nation bent down on one knee to her level, tore the book from the girl and enveloped her in his arms. She grabbed back, clenching onto his shirt's fabric for dear life. She gasped hard before sobbing again and melting into him.

"I'm sorry!" she wanted to say. "Don't be scared. Don't be sad. Prussia, it will be okay!" Her body felt as though it were erupting into flames as she shuddered and sniveled. A sound made its way out of her mouth - the start of a word - but the albino only held on tighter and shushed her, fingering through her golden locks.

"It's okay Liet. I'm not going anywhere just yet." He felt tears prick at his own eyes but dared not let them fall amidst the girl's misery.

Slowly, her weeping settled to whimpering. Her body gained control, bidding itself not to shiver. What an embarrassment, she thought, bursting into tears like that as thought Prussia isn't the one right now who should be...she quieted her mind, and wiped her face with her hands and dress. After a silence, and a moment of safety, the small girl pulled away and looked into those red eyes - as bright as the book which held its beholder's true devastation.

"I don't know you at all," her eyes said silently as he gazed back. "It's a shame, Prussia. You're part of my family in a way. I want to...to REALLY know you." Their gaze unlocked. "Before it's to late." The girl wanted to speak, but her attempt was interrupted by a click. She broke her trance to snap up to the familiar sound's source - the rifle. Her eyes widened as she realized what her reddened, puffy cheeks must obviously be revealing to Switzerland.

"What did you do to her?!" her brother spat out in a fury of rage. The barrel took aim.

"I FELL!"

The screech shocked both the men in the room, who stopped to look at her. "I fell, it hurt, and Prussia helped me." Before he got a chance to question it, Liechtenstein walked around to her brother and took his hand. "Let's go home." Switzerland looked from his sister, to Prussia, to his sister, to a book on the floor, and back to his sister.

"Fine. Get your bag. Let's go." She did just that, and glanced back at Prussia, who was still kneeling down, dumbfounded, one last time. Her expression said it all.

I don't think a gunshot will heal up at all, better yet faster than that slash on your hand.

And that's it! I hope this was good. I don't know if I'm any good at writing emotional scenes...and I'm kinda gonna need it for this story. You guys let me know how I'm doing so I can improve. I will NOT write the next chapter no matter what unless I get 3 reviews (or 2 that are just really passionate). High maintenance, I know, but, I have another story to worry about. I really hate to be that person demanding reviews, but I have no obligation to this story and I don't see the point of writing it if no one wants to read it. Also, I feel like I should just point this out, this story will go through all of Prussia's relationships with people including Liechtenstein, Hungary, Austria, the Italians, Japan(?), Bad Touch Trio, and of course, Germany. It's not just Liechtenstein.