It was never meant to be this way.

No. It was meant to be him.

The night of Hungary and Austria's wedding was beautiful, he could admit that. The halls were decorated in white fabric, every shelf and end-table covered in white flowers, gold accents added to anything that wasn't covered in white already, and to top it off, a platinum chandelier hung in the middle of the mansion. The only way to describe how utterly beautiful everything was, was to flail your arms and squeal, so he decided not to say anything at all.

Everyone was happy. Everyone had a lover, a best friend, even countries at war were able to enjoy this moment with their enemies. Everyone accept him.

The love of his life was being given away to a girl who didn't deserve him. He loved her at one point, but that was back when they were children. And, hey, he thought she was a boy! And he would never admit he loved Austria. He just thought of him as a friend! Yeah! He should be proud "You may now kiss the moglie!" every one in that room besides the Italy brothers were instantly confused.

"It's Italian for wife, you dumb-asses!" Lovino shouted. Russia instantly shot his head up and glared at Lovino, along with half of the world…literally.

"Fratello! don't be so rude at a wedding!"Italy pouted, then quickly returned his gaze to the young nations in front of him. He gestured his hand in a way that could easily be translated to, 'sorry, go on!' and the couple kissed romantically. The world cheered for them, even Prussia. But with every passing second, his heart broke more and more, until he could no longer take it.

"Bruder, I, uh…got, uh…nation-y things to do! Yeah! Can I go for a little?" Prussia asked Germany, nudging him slightly. Germany looked up and scowled. he was almost as terrifying as Sweden.

"You know you're not a country anymore, correct? The only reason you're here is because Austria wanted all his friends here. Why are you so intent on leaving? Your friends getting married for Christ's sake!"

Prussia opened his mouth as if to say something, before quickly running down the hallway and outside.

"Is everything okay with Gilbert?" Germany turned to the source of the voice, which just so happened to be Belgium. She had purple bows in her hair instead of green to go with her Bride's maid dress.

"He…I really don't know…" his expression changed from discomfort to worry as he told Belgium what happened. Instead of a sorrowful look, like what was expected, she giggled.

"Looks like someone's jealous!" she cried in a extremely happy tone. She was about to answer Germany's confused look of 'what?' but at that moment she was pulled aside by the Bride herself.

"Let's go already! You think the reception is gonna start itself?" Hungary asked in a sarcastic tone. "And while that's happening, you can tell me who's jealous! I wanna know too!" and with that, Belgium was hauled of to start another party. How the hell did she have that energy to plan a wedding and start a reception in one day without dying?

"Why am I even here?" Prussia asked himself after he finally got outside. He sat down on the grass, head in hands, wondering why his heart was breaking.

Did he just want to get married as well? If that was the case, then why did it hurt so bad? Why did his heart ache with every happy smile they shared? Could he…no! The awesome Prussia? In love? With his perfectly male-straight-already in a relationship-best friend? Well…it sounded less logical for a second…but it would make some sense…great, just great. Mein Gott…he was in love with Austria. There was no denying it now. It sadly made such perfect sense. But…why…?

Prussia was shaken out of his thoughts but a sudden tap on his shoulder.

"We should get going. It's gonna rain soon." stated Germany looking down at his brother, umbrella in-hand with a giddy Italian and a quiet Asian behind him. Prussia nodded and stood up.

The ride home was weird though. Italy just smiled the whole way, while Japan was just silent as usual. Prussia fell asleep after a couple of minuets and Germany was on the phone with Ita-chan's 'Fratello' arguing that he wouldn't harm Italy in any way, shape, or form.

It was also strange to live with such different people as well.

For instance; Italy: lazy and artistic. Germany: harsh and bossy. Prussia: awesome-, just-awesome. Japan: silent and polite. And somehow, we all lived together without having killed each other…yet.

When they were home, Gilbert was seconds away from falling asleep again, if it wasn't for the bouncy curl tickling his nose.

"Ve! Germany wanted me to talk to you about Austria's wedding!"

Such an innocent question, but it made the Prussian feel like crap.

"…No"

"Please! I just wanted to know if Prussia was in love with Austria!"

Again, there was that crap -feeling.

"Yep. Why? Was I to oblivious or was Germany reading my thoughts?" asked Prussia in a sarcastic monotone voice.

"You…you were crying…and I know for a fact that you don't like Hungary…you…ran off…" Italy adverted his gaze to the ground as he slid off Prussia and on to the floor.

"...I know." Prussia's eyes glossed over and smiled. "I guess I always have. Never really thought about him…in that way…until now. I guess Hungary beat me to him. My feelings don't matter anyway. I could never have him…even if he wasn't married." his pitiful look was practically stuck on his face for the rest of the day.

"I wanna kiss you,

But I'm afraid I'll fall in love.

I wanna love you,

But I'm afraid to lose you.

I wanna have you.

All to myself.

Me, and only me.

But you belong to her.

I will find light in this tunnel of darkness. I will save you,"- My poetry from middle school XD