He was so not lonely.

The awesome Prussia couldn't possibly get lonely.

Being alone was nice!

It's quite, peaceful and cool.

…

Okay damn it he didn't like it at all.

The silence was deafening and he couldn't exactly talk right now.

Gilbird wasn't with him and he missed the bird.

He couldn't move, he couldn't breath and he couldn't see. He knew enough to guess what his surroundings looked like though.

He wished that he could go pester Austria, go out with France or Spain or maybe he'd go see how Sweden was doing with those Nordics. Hell at this point he'd wish Hungary was there to hit him with her frying pan.

Damn it, he was lonely.

He missed Germany.

If he knew it would be like this he would have told the lot of them to cremate him instead if sticking him in this coffin.