Prussia lifted his pen from his book, a wide grin spread across his face. He had just finished his 6000th journal, he should celebrate. Gilbird flew over and sat on his shoulder.

"This is awesome. Everything about me is awesome!," Prussia yelled happily.

"Hey!," Germany yelled from downstairs, "Get down here! We're going to be late for the meeting!,"

Prussia sighed. He had forgotten about the UN meeting today. Well, he could save his celebration for after the UN meeting or West would have his head. Prussia waved Gilbird off his shoulder and started to get dressed. When he felt like he looked awesome enough he sprinted downstairs.

"Hey, Brohas!,"

"Where were you!?," Germany asked, an annoyed expression appearing on his face.

"Making sure my awesomeness wasn't to sexy it would make 'em drop dead.," Prussia said and laughed out loud.

"Uh-huh," Germany scoffed, "Well we'd better go.,"

Prussia started making a cup of coffee, then started chugging it. As soon as he was done they headed off. They got to the meeting summit a bit late due to Prussia being so slow, and Germany was furious.

"What? You mad!?," It took every fiber of Germany's being not to strangle him. Germany ushered everyone to there seats and began the meeting. To everyone's dislike, Prussia was sat between Hungary and Switzerland, whom immediately started bickering, Prussia the only one laughing. Germany was eventually able to shut them up, but they started back up soon when Prussia started kicking Hungary under the table. Then, Russia old them to shut up, they didn't continue or a good 15 minutes, but it couldn't last forever. They didn't quit until America gave Hungary and Prussia – mostly Prussia – a death glare and held up his gun barely above the table, then put it back, but it was enough to scare them into shutting up, though they were both trying to hide there fear.

They were all dismissed for lunch break and headed to the cafeteria. Prussia did his usual talking with France and Spain, but as he was walking away he ran into Hungary, literally.

"Ack-," Hungary yelled in surprise getting everyone's attention "You oka-," she stopped herself from checking for there safety as soon as she noticed who it was, "Oh, you.," she growled.

Prussia didn't have his signature cocky grin as everyone expected, but actually looked rather startled, not expecting to run into someone, "Ack!-wha, oh!,"

"Don't act so clueless!," Hungary yelled, finally pouring out all the rage she had been holding in for years, many, many years. Sure, she showed her anger, but never had she ever said aloud all the rage she felt and not all of it was toward Prussia, but he just happened to be the one to finally make her snap, "Why are you even here!? Your not even a nation! Why don't you go crawl back into the hole you came out of!,"

Prussia, not expecting this, tried to come up with the most snarky comment he could, but couldn't. He was to startled that she brought up that.

"You know!? I'm surprised at how well people tolerate with you! Especially Germany and Italy!," tolerate? "Considering that Germany is stuck with you and, though most people are not aware of this, you are the one who killed Holy Roman Empire! Your own brother!," Prussia was speechless. How? Why!? He thought, How does she know this!? An unfamiliar look of hatred spread across the Prussians face, but to everyone's surprise, no snarky comments, no comebacks, no nothing, just... glaring. France and Austria just stood there with there mouths hanging open. After a good 20 seconds, Hungary realized what she had said after the anger was replaced by guilt.

"Prussia I-," the brunette stuttered, but Prussia held up his hand to shut her up and just marched past her and continued out of the room, not looking back. Italy walked strait up to Hungary and everyone witnessed, for the first time, probably, in history, Italy smacked Hungary across the face. Germany ran out of the room and after Prussia, telling him to stop, but by his tone people could tell he was worried.

Hungary barely flinched, her mind somewhere else. How could I have said that? She thought, and everyone noticed tears starting to run down her face.

Prussia stormed into his room and slammed his door, his stoic expression unchanging. He had lost Germany somewhere back there. He wandered to his bathroom and finally let it all come out.

"I- I didn't mean to... no... I did, he was nothing, but great to me and I killed him.," he felt warm liquid start to pour down his face, but he didn't care. He looked into his reflection, worthless, useless, burden. He opened a drawer and pulled out his razor blade and started fiddling with it. He started into the old, crusty red stuff on it, hardened over thousands of years. He yanked his gloves off and rolled up his left sleeve, repeating those words in his head worthless, useless, burden...Germany... Holy Roman Empire... He looked at thousands of years worth of scars... so many scars... He held the razor up with his right hand and pulled down. When he hit hit his wrist he flinched and gave a little squeak, but he kept going. Soon the pain didn't bother him, just kept slashing until he was satisfide. Then, after rolling up his right sleeve, continued to do the same.

He watched the blood dribble from his wrists. The cuts oozing a lot of blood. Prussia looked emotionlessly at his reflection, his tears dried up. He decided it would be smart to take a shower. He did so, and watched as crimson died the water. He ignored the stinging sensation it gave. After he turned the water off he grabbed a towel and dried himself up he got dressed and made sure to cover his wrists well.

When he got into his room he immediately grabbed an empty journal and pour his thoughts and emotions onto the pages. He had lost himself so much in his writing he didn't hear Germany knocking on his door, so when Germany kicked his locked door down Prussia jumped and yelped.

"W-west... fancy seeing you here.," He said, plastering a cocky grin on his face.

"... I was worried. You just storming off like that... That isn't like you. Are you alright?," Germany questioned worriedly.

"Aw~, I'm fine west, nothing can bring down the awesome me for to long! Kesesesese!,"

"...Alright if you say so.," Germany said and gently closed the door. As soon as Germany left Prussia let his grin fall and sighed. He hated lying to his little brother, but it was necessary. West... Holy Roman Empire... I'm sorry...

End of chapter one! I hope ya liked it and stay tuned for future chapters!

Later~