Chapter 1

                                    

                                              

I was blind back then and I will never forgive myself for what I could not see. You used your stupidity for the sake of someone else, but I selfishly used my idiocy for my own purpose. Why didn't I listen to you? Why couldn't I just hear you out? Master of the sky? Yeah right; I'm nothing but a fool.
                          
I thought of you as my own. I truly did. I would have done anything to keep you out of harm's way. I loved you, and yet here I am now laying white flowers down upon your grave.
                          
A vast cold wind blew that day as I stood looking sorrowfully down upon you filled with so much regret.

                          
It's funny, almost laughable. We're countries, with these lifespans of ours we should live for millenniums. We should live to be magnificent kings; not to die as pitifully as humans and slowly become lost in the pages of history. Those who are alive will continue to walk among the living and those who are dead will remain sleeping in the hard cold earth.
                          
"Farewell... King of Lions" 

                          
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Holy Roman Empire was a young country that ceased to exist; too early and most certainly too young, but within his short existence he might have been what I praised and the rest of Europe was "The King of Lions".
                          
A knight, a glorious spiritual presence, with the power to split the earth with just the roar of his voice, or the strike of his piercing gaze. Valiant pools of blue that boy had in his eyes and a heart of gold that will forever belong to one little Italian country. He was a legend whose death will impediment me to my very core.
                          
"Prussia... I would like to propose an idea".
                          
Often Holy Rome and I would speak to each other under the cool shade of a tree. It was sunny that day when he first started to act up and when he first started to go beyond my reach.
                          
"What is it Holy Rome"?
                          
"I want to achieve what Rome couldn't. I want to take over this land and share it with him". He proposed his idea with such pride and determination. He was really serious about going through with it too and he wasn't going to take no for an answer. Not from me and not from himself, but in the end I just laughed at him. 
                          
"Huh? Kesesese! That's a stupid idea. You'll just get yourself killed. Why in the world would you want to do that"!?
                          
Holy Rome stood in front of me face to face looking somewhat flustered with his black cap on his head. He had asked "Haven't you ever wanted to make a world of your own. Don't you ever get scared that you will be taken over by another? I want a land of my own that I can rule and share! I want to rule a land that I can be with Chibitalia"!
                          
"Huh"?
                          
"Just you wait and see! I'll prove you wrong Prussia"!
                          
He was stamping his feet like a child and ran off. I just watched his back as he stormed off. I had no clue where he went at first, but after seeing the glint of his sword I had made an assumption.
                          
"Hey Pony loving bastard! I challenge you"!
                          
Recklessly and extremely stupidly Holy Rome had demanded a battle between Poland and himself. Although like I did Poland just laughed at him which was probably both of our mistakes. 
                          
"Hahaha! You think a little country can beat me? I am Poland! Your cap is screwed on way too tight Holy Rome"!
                          
"Don't mock me...", Holy Rome warned as he raised his sword.
                          
Another thing Poland did was reveal himself too earlier. Some country's just like letting their colors spark. Poland raised his right foot and stamped it into the ground. The Earth made a small rattle and before Holy Rome could react he was surrounded by wild ponies.