5 Works in Dying Prussia (Hetalia)
Romano noticed the patterns in Prussia’s behavior. How, starting a few weeks after his birthday, he would communicate less. All the texts, video calls, and phone calls they exchanged on a daily basis became more infrequent. And then, for an entire day, there would be nothing.
It was always the same day: February 25th.
The truth of the matter is that Gilbert Beilschmidt was dying. Over the years, he'd wanted to say so much to all the nations, but knew it wasn't in anyone's best interest to. Now he could finally set free all that truthful shit inside to the ones who matter most.
Revision of 'The Finale'
Italy has had a long, dark life. Sexual abuse, loss of loved ones, and being disowned by his whole family. He managed to get by with his Grandfathers old Flower shop. But one day he meets a man that will slowly fix him. Petal by petal.
Francis paused and turned around, weighing his options. He could tell this man his problem and hope he wasn't someone terrible, or he could brush him off and struggle on his own. Finally he sighs. "Do you know the password to my phone?" He asks.
Gilbert blinks. "Well... you never exactly told me... but..." Gil rubs the back of his neck, looking away. "The password's 5626. Joan."
Francis nodded, not sure why the name would have any meaning to him. He goes over to the piano and picks it up, inputting the number. The phone opens and he sighs in relief. "Thank you." He says before hesitating. He doesn't know what else to say.
Gil frowns worriedly. "Hey, how much do you remember? The bombing hit your data archive, it wouldn't surprise me if you forgot some stuff." He plasters a big smile on his face, to try and hide the fear he's feeling all of a sudden. "It's not like you'd forget the awesome me, normally, right?"
Prussia is fading, and fast.
South Italy cannot allow that.
Canada will not allow that.