((So, I am working on the PruCan, I swear, I just want it to have a huge ending, so I've been revising... And revising... Here's just something for you to read for a bit, another filler chapter, sorry))

Black.

Completely dark but the air was thick and warm, Germany was nearly suffocating in it, going deeper and deeper into the dark, overwhelmed by nothingness until he heard gunshots. He heard the yelling of a woman and a child, he heard his men, his soldiers demanding, yelling, breaking down doors.

"Bitte tu mir nicht weh!" The same phrase of 'please don't hurt me' repeated over... And over... It was heart jerking and would bring any normal person to stop but no....

More gunshots, more blood filled screams, bombs fell, and the earth below Germany's feet shook, but he still couldn't see anything, still couldn't breath.

Ludwig reached and touched a wall, smelling gun powder and the smell of dead bodies, the smell overtaking him along with the thick air.

He couldn't handle this, Germany realized, he just couldn't. He couldn't do any of this, deal with knowing what he was doing.

Suddenly, a familiar, bitter almond smell filled the room and Ludwig knew exactly what it was, something most people couldn't do but he had years and years of experience with it. Hydrogen cyanide.

Ironic, Germany thought, the same thing he used to kill thousands being used to kill him. It was fitting.

His lungs felt like the were dead, not working, he couldn't breath, gasping for air and he felt like he had a headache. Ludwig couldn't tell up from down anymore as he fell to the ground, he felt his eyelids slowly close until-

Germany sat up sharply, breathing heavily, sitting in bed. The blanket was thrown off and he felt himself tearing up.

Another dream and it felt worse this time, because he felt the tugging feeling that he would actually deserve to die in such a way.

Ludwig cried in the dark, trying to understand why.

Why couldn't he just let it go? Everyone else had, right?

Germany cried for what felt like forever, until he ran out of tears and wiped his face to get them off. In a way the tears were proof of his weakness, and Ludwig hated weakness, so he pushed them away.

The blond turned his lamp on and glanced at his clock

5:45

Training was in 15 minutes, it time to get ready and get along with his day, and forget yet another nightmare.