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Apparently in the comics Khonsu sometimes wears a suit?!
Forgotten but not alone
He was walking besides his little brother. The one that had at some point managed to grow taller than him.
At some point their bosses cared for wanted Ludwig’s attention more than his and he had been pushed away from his brother’s side and he walked besides other people with a position within the government.
Then the other nations were more interested in Germany’s company than in Prussia’s. Which was good, in a way. He had fought wars so his baby brother would be able to grow strong and important. He had known what he was giving, he just didn’t fully realise what it would take from him.
After the war, no one wanted to know of him. His people, his brother’s people, hated him. The west was glad to forget about him, so much for his best friends. And Russia… Well, Gilbert thought the eastern nation wanted to hurt someone as much as he had been hurt.
He and Ludwig had hurt the other man badly.
For his massive union, Ivan was alone. Gilbert, on the wrong side of the wall, was mainly forgotten.
Alone and forgotten seemed nearly the same thing.
Maybe Russia and Prussia had something in common.
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Prussia had walked in the shadow of Gemany.
Gilbert had come to terms of being forgotten in favour of Ludwig.
It was okay, he was glad to be home at last and to see his little brother thrive.
He would forever recognize the look of someone who was forgotten. Someone who was alone.
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Everyone loved her little sister. Perfect little Feliciana.
Loved the woman so much they forgot the true heir of Rome. His oldest grandchild.
So of course they would forget about Chiara as easily.
As the people gathered around the representation of Italy, the older sister was left in the rain.
Chiara tried to take cover near a small, closed store and watched as the crowed moved away from her without noticing her absence while the rain continued to pour down on her.
Until it suddenly didn’t and she looked up. The brother of the potato eater her sister liked. The older potato eater. She was about to tell him to mind his own business when he spoke up.
“Want to follow that crowed or do something that is actually fun.”
“The fun is where that crowed is.” She answered sharply.
“Only if they remember you.” He looked at her. “I’m alone here and they seem to have forgotten about you.”
“Alone and forgotten are nearly the same thing.” She answered.
The right thing to say, since the man smirked and lead them in the opposite direction.
Chiara had never felt this happy to walk besides someone, the way she was happy to walk by this other forgotten nation’s side.
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Maybe there was something to the way her little sister talked about her potato eater.
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@prumano-week prompt forgotten.