Anime/ Manga: Hetalia

Characters: Germania and Ancient Rome

Genre: Hurt/Comfort

~ I, TheRussianGaaraKid, do NOT own Hetalia!

TheRussianGaaraKid presents…

Word of the day: tenable

It used to be a blessing that I was strong enough to never need assistance; the rage of war and any dysfunctions life threw at me were settled by the edge of my trusted sword. There were no reasons to fear any of the possibilities that tomorrow would bring or the strangers that roamed at the edge of the cities. They were discouraged by my raw power making it seldom the days they would come, but they left as soon as they came. I knew my people where safe from immediate threat because of the training and the weapons we had, but what I didn't know was that it wouldn't last.

As timed passed I knew I was growing stronger but some ways away I knew there was someone, something growing stronger as well. This person was like me, a nation, but they had more power than I could never hope to obtain. They called us barbaric as they stormed into my land, the land I've fought long and hard to obtain. The gold in which they've adorned and their tunics were far superior to our rags, but we were proud of what we were, we were Germanic. There was nothing they could do about that.

Fighting ensued and my people fought for their right to be as they were, free. We went in with the mentality that we would not join the Roman Empire nor would we change our ways. I remembered standing there in ranks beside my people with my icy glare directed at the sun- touched brunette in the red cape across the battlefield. He had tried to get me to join him against the wishes of my boss, the king. But to join him as another step in his quest to obtain the world, I could never entertain the thought; I would never purposely go against my people. I stood by them with my sword in hand, with the thought of prosperity and the end of having to move in my mind. That would be worth all of the pain we would endure.

The clash of metal and the death screams of my people still ring through my ears even to this day. I wanted to do nothing more than stop fighting his arrogant Roman and block those deadly swipes but I couldn't. Little by little my people fell and I became weaker. Soon enough the edge of the sword once aimed at my heart now lay close to my neck ominously. I could tell the man at the other end of the sword was strong, I've always known and perhaps it was fate that I stayed as long as I had. For as they say all good things come to an end, but I will not go silently.

I could feel myself crumble but I dare not show it, not in front of the people who still fought. I would never forgive myself if I were to do that. I had to keep fighting, if not for myself and if not for my people then for my children. I would fight for Prussia, for Holy Roman Empire, Netherlands, Belgium, Switzerland and Austria. I had too much to lose here and with everything I had left I fought back blindly as a wild animal would… and lost.

I just wasn't strong enough to take on the empire and even as he saw me falling I could see a bitter sweet smile creep onto his lips. Perhaps he wasn't as strong emotionally as he was physically, but this man was still dangerous and as he held his arms out to me I had no choice but to take it. Shakily I got to my feet and with the help of the man I was taken to a nearby hut where all of the injured soldiers were treated. I couldn't help but think of what could possibly happen now I mean I just loss a fight, my first fight that I couldn't win.

The brunette smile and spoke in a tongue I did not recognize but for some reason I knew he was probably asking if I were ok. I looked down at the various cuts covering my limbs and watched as the blood continued to flow out of my body. That was the blood of freedom wasn't it? Strings of scarlet flowed out of my grasp and no matter how hard I tried I couldn't call it back.

The feeling of a hand on my hair brought my attention back to the foreigner who marveled at it. I wanted so badly to slap his hand away and run but not if it would cause any more pain to my people. A faint cry could be heard from the hut farthest from the battlefield and a series of hushes. I couldn't help but let out a gasp as the brunette in the cape left and walked off in the direction of the cries, he had no doubt felt the presence as nationlings. I knew Prussia, my eldest, would protect the others but if I couldn't stop this man he definitely couldn't.

Ignoring my own pain and weakness I pounced on the man and growled out curses doing everything I possibly could to distract him from the children. If I were to become part of the Empire it would save the younger ones from undergoing the cruelty that would no doubt be associated with the alliance. My people would grow to become accustom to the new culture but under no circumstance would I let the children enter the Empire. They still had a chance to grow stronger and learn more than I ever could but that would only happen when they were free.

A/N: Hello people! I've always wanted to write about these two nations and I finally have… yay! This is only part one and so I'll probably put up part two later on today. I just want to say Happy Memorial Day or well if you don't celebrate it Happy Monday! Yup, I'm a nut, so I hope this wasn't too weird but if it was it's probably from the meds for my really bad fever. Anyway bye, therussiangaarakid out.