I used music for inspiration for a lot of the story. When I was writing sad memory scenes for the brothers, I listened to sad songs like Brothers(Vic Mignogna) When I had to write lines for Prussia, I would listen to Mein Gott. For fighting scenes, I listened to 21 Guns(Green Day) So basically, music really helps!

Anyway.

Story finale!

5. A New Person

I awoke in a small room. Where was I? I was lying on a cot, a thin blanket pulled over top of me. I picked up my arms, holding them over my head so that I could see. I had bandages on them. Why? I felt sore in many places. Why was I sore?

I started to sit up, but decided that it hurt too much. That's when I noticed that someone was there. Someone was sitting in a chair next to my cot, with their head and arms on the mattress. They were sleeping.

The person was tall, with white hair and a purple uniform. Who was this person? I was able to prop myself up on my elbow. I poked the person's arm. "Hello?" I asked. My voice sound strange, and alien to me. A boy's voice?

The person stirred and sat up. I saw that it was a young man, probably in his early twenties at most. He had a thin face, and red eyes. He looked around for a second, then saw me. His face lit up and he leaned forward, half sitting on my cot, hugging me.

"You're awake!" He cried. He pulled away. "How are you felling?"

"Um…" I thought for a second. "Fine, I guess."

The man smiled again. "That's good." He leaned in and was hugging me again.

"Um, excuse me." I said.

"Yes?" The man asked. "What is it?"

"Where am I?"

"You're in the hospital. Don't you remember?"

"I'm sorry but… Who are you?" I asked.

The man stiffened, and pulled away. "You don't know who I am?" He asked. He sounded appalled, and sad. "You don't remember me?"

"No. Sorry."

"Do you remember who you are?"

"No, I don't."

The man still looked shocked. He cleared his throat. "Well, to start with, you are a country. Your name is Holy Roman Empire."

"What!?" Well, this was surprising. "I'm a country?"

"That's right." The man smiled sadly. "Does that sound familiar?"

"No…" I thought about it. Do I feel like a country? How would that feel in the first place? I searched my heart. I felt something… Deep down… "Well, maybe the country part. But the name? It doesn't sound right."

"Really?" He asked.

"Yes… Hey." I said. "Who are you? What's your name?"

"My name is Prussia. I'm also a country. And…" He paused. His face saddened, just a bit. "I'm also your brother."

"Really?" Another surprise. First I'm a country, now I have a brother. I wonder if I look anything like him? "Are you my big brother? Do I look like you? Will I grow up to be big like you?"

The man smiled again. "Yes, I'm your big brother. And no, we don't look alike. Here." He handed me something shiny. It was a mirror. I held it up. I stared at the young man in the mirror. I didn't know him.

The boy in the mirror looked to be ten at most. He had light blond hair that was somewhat shaggy, and in the eyes. I didn't like that. I ran my hand through the hair, pulling it back out of my face. The eyes were light blue, and wide. The chin was rounded, but the jaw bone was wide.

"As for you growing up big," Prussia said. "I have no doubt." I looked in the mirror longer, trying to learn the face that belonged to me. "Do you remember anything?" Prussia asked.

I thought for a minute. There was a feeling here and there. Lightness, a sweet voice, a crushed heart, darkness. But that didn't mean anything to me. "No." I said. "Can you tell me anything?"

"Well, let's see…" Prussia, my big brother, thought for a minute. "Do you remember living with Austria? And my old friend, Miss Hungary? They're countries too."

I thought about it. I tried to will a memory to come, but nothing happened. "No."

"Hmm… Oh!" He said. "How about the little girl you liked? Italy? Do you remember her?" Again, I tried to remember. But yet again, nothing came.

"No."

"Hmm… Hey! What if you go see her?"

"Who? The girl?"

"Yes!"

"Uh… No. I don't want to go look for someone who I've forgotten." Prussia's face saddened. I remembered that I had also forgotten him. I must have hurt his feelings. Oh well, he can get over it. "Hey, tell me something. Why am I in the hospital anyway?"

Prussia's face hardened. "You were fighting." He started. Well, this'll be interesting. "You were in a war for almost thirty years. You eventually met the nation face himself. I tried to come and help you, but I was too late. I had found the clearing where you were fighting. You were on your knees, with that man standing in front of you." He said that man as if it left a bad taste in his mouth. "I ran for you, but I was afraid I wouldn't make it. He saw me. Then he…" He paused for a moment, then continued. "He kicked you in the face. You looked right at me just before he did. A little kid-" His voice broke. He took a deep breath, then continued.

"He ran off. I almost went after him. Oh how I wanted to kill him… But I knew that you were my first priority. I went to you, fearing that you were gone. But, somehow, you were still alive. But your wounds were bad. I carried you here myself. I don't know why he didn't kill you." He looked up at me. "I just know that I'm glad he didn't."

I was having trouble believing this. A war for thirty years, and I still look this young? Just how old am I? And who was this man who almost killed me? I looked at my brother. I could tell, he isn't ready to talk about it. Not just yet.

Before long, my wounds healed and I was let go from the hospital. Prussia brought me an extra outfit for me, since apparently my other one was torn. It was a black suit, with a black cloak, and a black cap. So much black. It was unpleasant. It reminded me of something. But what?

When we got in the carriage, I took off the cloak and the cap. "So where is it we're going again?" I asked.

"We're going to my house, since you said you didn't want to go back to yours. Don't worry, it's awesome. Like me." He looked at the pile of material at my feet. "Did you not like the cape, Holy Rome?" There's that name again…

"It's too much black. It was depressing." This seemed to amuse him.

"What color would you prefer to wear then, Holy Rome? Something awesome like mine? Because my uniform's pretty awesome."

I thought for a second. I looked out the window. The trees and bushes were so beautiful. I would be great to be able to disappear in to them. "Green." I said. "I want to wear green. And also, can you please stop calling me 'Holy Rome'? I don't like it."

"Okay then." Prussia said, still seemingly amused. "What would you like to be called?"

I thought for another minute. I searched in my heart for what name felt right. "I want to be called. . ."

"Yes?"

"I want to be called Germany." I said surely. "Call me Germany from now on."

The End

AN:

All done! You don't hate me, do you? If you didn't like the ending, then there's a happy, alternate ending! Just go look at my other story; "Holy Rome Wakes Up".

I know Prussia was a bit different then usual. But I wanted to show a broken, greiving, big brother Prussia. When it was still on MS Word on my computer, I had really cool pictures throughout the story to help with the feels. Unfortunately, FF wouldn't let me do that. :/ Oh well!

I had my younger sister read it for me, and she said she both hated it and loved it at the same time!

Anyway, I hope you liked it!

Please review! Love you all!