"Tch! Fine! Who the fuck needs you anyways? I bet everyone in your world is happy an asshole like you died!" With that, Prussia shoved off of the railing so he could head back below deck.

Which would have made for a brilliant exit had he not forgotten which way he was facing.

It feels like forever when he realises that there is no wood beneath his feet, just empty air, but it's really only a second before he falls. Apparently there is gravity in the afterlife, as the loud SPLASH! just moments later can attest to.

Fuck. His. Life.

Afterlife.

Whatever.

Just. Fuck.

At least he knows how to swim.