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The wind was howling lightly as it's chill froze most of the patrons at the funeral. They all stared sadly at the minister as he spoke on. None of them ever expected this outcome. Who would of thought that he would just vanish like that. Without a sound, just as if he dissolved in the air. That kind of thing never crossed anyone's mind, except for the man himself. Prussia had been the only one to wonder.

The rain that was drizzling bounced on top of the black umbrellas creating a soft tapping sound. It was one of the only sounds, other then small sniffles and the minister's voice. It was such an awful day to be burying a coffin. One that didn't even have a body in it. It was just for sentimental value for the loved ones.

The wooden container was black with the Prussian flag etched on it's cover. It was already in it's hole waiting to have dirt thrown on it, finishing it's purpose. The grass was growing more damp as the time dragged. All people could do was wonder why? Why did it take so long for him to be taken away? He had been overcome by his brother a while back yet he had stayed around.

Some people had been muttering to each other how this was cruel, and wasn't at all fair. And maybe in some ways they were right, but overall was it truly? The lost country had technically over stayed his welcome. He should of left when he was removed, like all the other past nations had. He had been lucky to linger around. So was it really all that cruel, or just fate?

The day Prussia had disappeared, he was with Germany. They had been at home as usual. Germany was planning things for his country while Prussia was messing around slightly drunk. "Bruder, why don't you pay attention to me?" Prussia asked a tiny bit of a slur in his tone. Germany continued scribbling down things. "Busy." He said in a hasty response. Prussia whined slightly and poked his brother annoyingly. "Come on, have a drink or something with the awesomeness." Germany glanced at his brother. "Nein, maybe later."

Prussia sighed and walked away from his brother's working space. He paced around bored in the room. Then the sound of broken glass filled the room. Germany turned around and was ready to give his brother an ear full when he saw he wasn't in the room. He looked all around the house, called all his normal hang out spots, and just plainly looked anyplace he liked. Eventually, the whole thing had to be ended after a week. They had concluded he was gone, just like that.

The minister closed his book and gazed at all the people drenched in black. "Please drop your flowers now." He said lowly. A line of people formed with Germany first. He dropped the small amount of flowers he had and made sure he didn't cry. He could do that when he was alone, as he would be without his brother at their house.

The people cycled through as a large pile was forming on the coffin. Two men walked over with shovels ready to burry the empty coffin. "Is there any words to be said before we burry the coffin of the great Prussian empire?" Germany was the first to ask for the time to speak, He scanned at all the people who had made time to say good bye to his brother. "Thank you all for coming, I'm sure Prussia would be very grateful." He already felt his voice was way softer then usual.

"My bruder may have been immature in times of his life, but he had a good heart. He was the life of the party, and lit up a room with his confident personality." He took a small breath, "We all knew this has happened before and in the back of our minds knew it was inevitable, but yet I was still shocked. I'm going to miss my brother extremely, but I know you'll all remember him well. Not just his glory filled moments as a successful country or his depressed ones when he was taken off the map. We will remember him for him, the Prussian nation in full." He felt some water prick his eyes and he finished.

No one else had the guts to speak except among each other. The men started shoveling in the dirt one after the other. The pile kept going up and up. It was a heartbreaking thing to watch. It was as if they were burying everything about Prussia, and that soon no one would remember him. He would be that person you just let slip out of your mind, like something forgotten to bring with you. No one wanted that to happen, and they would try to keep his memory around.

Would they succeed, who's to say? But for now everyone would sob over him. They finished piling on the dirt and little Gilbird sat on the tombstone, as if he knew. The minister finished the funeral with a prayer, one that lots of cries were heard in. The rain had picked up and was now pelting hard on all the attendants.

People soon dispersed saying their final good byes as they ran to their cars for cover. Germany, who had no umbrella, stayed in the pouring rain. his suit as soaked. He took out a cross from his pocket and laid it on the grave. He wiped away a tear and some rain off his face. "Bruder-" He whispered. He felt a hand on his shoulder and saw Italy with an umbrella and a soft expression. "Lets, go home Ludwig." He said quietly holding the umbrella out for the man.

Germany took it and nodded lightly to Italy. "Sure" He said muffled. They walked slowly in the torrents of rain. Germany shivered cold and soaking wet. "We can come tomorrow." Italy whispered to soothe him. Germany glanced at him and wiped one of his eyes. It was odd, as if their roles were switched. "Okay" He said, heading home to be all alone for the first of many nights. He had been alone before but Prussia always came back, that was before though. For the rest of the day people had reminisced about Prussia in the dull weather.

"Don't forget about me bruder, when you get older okay?" Prussia said staring at his younger small brother, who couldn't take care of himself for being so young and small. He held out his hand for him. Germany smiled at him sweetly and grabbed his brothers hand. "I'd never do that." He said cheerfully. Prussia couldn't help but smile back. "Promise?" He asked. The little blonde nodded. "Promise....."