Prussia strolled through the dense forest, his usual bravado masking the slight twinge of worry creeping into his thoughts. He had taken young Germany out to play, confident in the safety of their secluded hideaway. But as the sun dipped lower, casting eerie shadows among the trees, an unsettling silence blanketed the woods. "Ludwig!" , Prussia's voice echoed, bouncing off the trunks. Finally, after a few minutes that felt almost like hours to Prussia, panic surged when he spotted a familiar figure crumpled on the forest floor. Everything at that point failed to register. He ran up to his little brother, the rest of the world plunging into darkness when he saw the grimace and tears on Germany's face. "Ludwig! Gilbert's here, I'm here..." , he called out as he knelt down to check the boy.