Prussia sat down on his bed with a sigh, holding his head in his hands.
He could feel it again. That odd feeling of pain that started in his center ad then spread throughout his body. He didn't know what it was, but he knew he didn't like it. Not at all.
The albino glanced up at the mirror hanging on the wall in front of him, frown increasing. The other sensation he didn't like was happening again. Sometimes he would look at himself or look at his reflection, and he wouldn't be all there. He would be fading. Disappearing. He hated to think about it, but he was pretty sure he knew what was going on.
He was dying. Going away. His nation had ceased to exist a long time again. He was surprised he had even lasted as long as he had, but now time was up.
He was scared. Terrified. But he knew that showing it would worry Germany. And worry Italy, and France, and Spain, hell it would probably even worry Austria and Hungary. Ans he didn't want to worry anyone. That wouldn't be awesome, and Prussia never did anything that wasn't awesome.
The dying nation lay back and let out a shake breath. It would be time soon, he could tell. He was already mostly invisible. He sat up quickly, rushing to his desk and grabbing a pen and some paper, writing a long note full of thank yous and apologies, and a few I love yous. He knew the letter would be the last thing anyone would get from him, so it would be one of the most serious things he had d
one in his entire existence. He apologized for every prank, every rude word uttered, every beer stolen from Germany's fridge, every time he made fun of Austria, everything. He thanked everyone for the fun times, the not so fun times, for every memory made.
"West," he wrote. "Thanks for being the most awesome little bruder ever. I love you. Canada, thanks for understanding. France, Spain, you two meant the world to me. Promise me you'll stay awesome when I'm gone. Italy, stay adorable. And tell West you love him already. Austria, I wish I could hear your piano one last time...I've always been jealous of how beautifully you play. And Hungary, thanks for being my best friend, even though you got a bit too girly when you started living with Specs."
He took a deep breath before writing his last few sentences, he himself almost completely gone.
"I may be awesome, but even the awesome are afraid sometimes...I'm afraid of what will happen next. And what will happen to all of you after I go in the next few seconds. All of you better promise to be as awesome as you can! Promise! If not I'll find a way to come back and haunt your pathetically unawesome asses! I'm going to miss this...thank you everyone, for letting me be the most awesome."
He dropped the pen, his eyes shutting slowly and his head tipping back.
"...goodbye." he whispered, his body practically dissolving into ash.
And that was the end of Gilbert Beilschmidt, Prussia.