PrussiaXItaly- Don't Fear The ReaperPrussia was laying in his bed. He knew he didn't have much longer as a country. He was going to disappear soon, but he wasn't afraid. He knew it was coming anyway. No, the only thing he feared was hurting Germany, and worst of all, Italy. Italy had lost two people already and now he was about to lose Prussia. He sighed sadly, looking at the window.
He turned his head when he heard his bedroom door open. He smiled when he saw Germany standing there.
"West, come over here," he said and Germany walked over to him. He pulled a chair over and sat down.
"You know I don't have much longer, right?"
"Ja. Italy doesn't know, does he?"
"Nein. I haven't told him yet," Prussia said, staring at the ceiling, "He just thinks I'm sick and that I'll get better soon."
"You need to tell him."
"I know. May I ask you something?" Prussia asked as he looked at him. Germany nodded.
"Will you look after Italy for me after I'm gone? I don't want him to do something he'll regret."
"Ja... I will."