Lonely and forgotten, never thought she'd look my way,
And she smiled at me and held me, just like she used to do,
Like she loved me, when she loved me

Just when he thought he couldn't feel any worse, he came across a tattered black tie in the back of his closet. Prussia glared at it, remember the day he had worn it. The day of Austria and Hungary's wedding, a mere month after they had separated.

Prussia sat in the back of the church, fiddling uncomfortably with the sleeve of his suit jacket. Upon Germany's insistence, Prussia had grudgingly accepted Hungary's invitation to her and Austria's wedding. His blood boiled and the happy smile the older Germanic wore, as if he didn't have a care in the world. The music began and the audience rose to their feet, awaiting for Hungary to enter.

Prussia couldn't help but stare as Hungary came down the aisle. Her white dress seemed to flow as she walked, the silky fabric trailing across the ground so that her feet were covered. A lacy white veil hung in front of her face but the grin she held underneath was still visible. Prussia felt a pang in his chest and looked away. When she passed and reached Austria, the audience sat down. The stunned look on Austria's face as he was approached by his bride-to-be almost made Prussia smile. Almost.

The vows went by in a blur and soon the priest had pronounced Austria and Hungary man and wife. Prussia's stomach lurched as Austria lifted Hungary's veil and kissed her, sealing the vows. The other nations present stood and cheered, beaming at the happy couple. But not Prussia. He had crossed his arms firmly over his chest, glaring down at the floor and fighting back tears as he watched his love marry another man.

The reception was to be held in the church's courtyard, which Prussia did not want to go to. He was already feeling sick to his stomach. But, unfortunately, Germany had driven the two there and Prussia could tell he had no intention of leaving. Prussia sat at the table in the farthest corner of the courtyard, refusing to look anyone in the eye if they were to pass by. And then he heard it.

"Prussia!" Hungary said happily, walking up to the table with Austria. The two men exchanged a short glare before Prussia forced a smile on his face and looked up at her. "Hey Eliza. Congratulations on your wedding," he said through his teeth. Fortunately, Hungary didn't catch the pained tone in his voice.

"Thank you. Sweetheart, if you don't mind, could you leave Prussia and I alone for a moment?" Hungary asked, turning to Austria with a smile on her face. Prussia smirked at the discomfort in his older brother's expression, but he was silently praying that he would say no.

"I suppose...he is your friend, after all. I'll be by the drinks if you need me." Prussia's heart sunk at Austria's words but tried to uphold a neutral expression. The young couple exchanged a quick kiss before Austria left, leaving Hungary and Prussia alone. Prussia shifted uncomfortably as Hungary sat in the chair next to him, smiling at him lovingly.

"I'm so glad you came, Prussia. I was afraid you wouldn't," she said quietly. Prussia didn't answer, refusing to look her in the eye. Hungary's brow furrowed and she placed a hand on her friend's shoulder in what she hoped was a comforting gesture. Prussia shot her a glare and shrugged it off.

"Trust me when I say I didn't want to come. Germany made me," he spat, and Hungary recoiled slightly. Prussia's eyes softened and he sighed. "Sorry Lizzy. I'm happy for you. Really, I am. Austria seems to love you a lot. He'll treat you better than I was ever able to." Hungary noticed the pain in his smile when he said those words, and she couldn't help but feel a little guilty. She had made him feel like this.

"Prussia, I...I know you still love me, and that this is hard for you, but..." Hungary's voice trailed off and she leaned over to grab Prussia in a tight hug. "...I will always be your best friend. No matter what," she finished softly. Prussia sat in a stunned silence before getting ahold of himself and returning the embrace.

Prussia slowly got to his feet, the last of the cleaning done. He looked over his room to see if he had missed anything, and he spotted the corner of a notebook poking out from under his bed.