This is my first fanfiction, so I'm not exactly sure what to do. Please don't hate TOO much, but I'm fine with a little guidance. I'm a noob, after all. Um, I think I have to have a disclaimer. Therefore, I'm sure everyone knows, but I do not own Hetalia or the characters. Well, I think that's it. So enjoy?

Germany slumped down onto his couch, closing his eyes. How could that happen? How could he let that happen? Everything had changed.

"How was your brother?" Italy asked, sitting beside Germany. If anyone could make him faulter, it was his brother.

"You should've seen him," Germany said. His eyes stung, but he refused to cry. "He's nothing like he used to be."

"Just give it a while," Italy encouraged. "I'm sure he'll go back to being the same Prussia you knew."

Germany wasn't so sure. Italy hadn't seen him. Prussia had simply greeted him with a hello and told him about his day, not ranted about his awesomeness. He even listened when Germany spoke. His eyes were empty, as if he could see the end.

"He's just so weak," he told Italy. "I saw none of the fire that's normally there." Italy didn't know what to say. He knew words would be no comfort, but he was sure Prussia would not give up so easily. The way Germany spoke about him, and from meeting him a few times, he seemed as if he would never surrender.

"Germany," Italy said. "I'm sure he'll be fine. All you can do is watch over him." He held Germany's hand, knowing his friend was very confused and looking for answers. Italy had none for him, though. Germany wanted an answer to a question that had no known answer.

What would become of Prussia?

"You're right," Germany said. "He is weak now. I must fight for him, as he once did for me." He couldn't just accept this new weakness like Prussia could. Even if his brother had a resolve, Germany didn't want it. He would have to make his own. "Bruder has given up, but I will not."

"Germany?" Italy questioned. Germany looked over to Italy and the smaller smiled sadly. Germany only came to realize why when he felt a warm wetness on his hand. A tear. Italy put his arms around him and hugged him tightly. "Prussia will survive."

Germany nodded, not wanting more tears to fall. If he spoke, he might've lost it. He didn't want anyone to see him like that. He shouldn't be crying for anything, so why? Didn't his brother say he wouldn't let him cry?

Why wont the tears stop falling?