(A/N) - (Hey, I was writing this for awhile and it's done! Thank goodness! So anyway, chapter two is longer and goes into more emotional depth. But I hadn't really seen too much of this type of thing...how may perople have wrote a Berlin Wall story 'cause I can't find them. So...here it is!)

In a household of a certain sleeping German, the light failed to diffuse through the thick emerald green curtains draped over the wide white paned window of the bedroom. The door's room was shut as well enveloping it in darkness and gave no sign to it's inhabitant that it was well past time to wake up. That it was the afternoon sun trying to peer through those curtains at him. The inhabitant had no knowledge of this however, as signaled the steady rise and fall of his chest and the incoherent mumbling that escaped his lips.

Excluding the slight wind that rustled the trees outside the still room and Germany himself, it was very much silent as the seconds slipped away. The man turned over in his sleep, mumbling growing louder until the point where he could be understood. Few things were said by him from that point forward though. Things such as:

"Soviet Union…Wall…Give…back my brother…Hang in there…I'm-"

Just then, the obnoxious ringing of Germany's wall phone shattered the silence and brought the German away from his reoccurring nightmare. The man woke with a jolt and, after five seconds of trying to calm his racing heart, stalked over to his phone with an angry, sleepy glare and answered with a broken, gruff morning voice.

"Morning." he muttered.

"Uh…Germany…it's mid-afternoon." his bosses' voice registered with him and, out of a forced habit, he straightened up immediately. This problem started with Hitler and Germany felt certain that it was never too soon to ever call that man gone for good. "I have news from this morning's conference…but where were you anyway? I thought I told you to be here."

"I didn't know it was the afternoon…sorry…but what did they say anyway?" Germany asked nonchalantly. Any form of meeting, even about his homeland, was usually inconclusive.

"…Fine…This may have been a slip up but we're going to take the charge of it anyway. Brace yourself. The Berlin Wall is to be demolished. Isn't that great! Go to the wall and help the people there demolish it okay?" Germany had to blink a few times and when his boss kept going on and on, he hung up so he could think.

He rubbed his temples as he tried to think about it. It took about a good minute before his brain could process what his boss told him. Berlin Wall. Demolish. Immediately. His eyes widened in shock and froze in sudden realization. His arm shot towards the phone and he dialed Austria to find out if his boss was pulling a bad joke on him.

"Germany? I thought you would be gone by now. What do you want?" Austria asked. Germany was still a bit frozen as his jaw wouldn't open up. "Germany, wake up. What is it?"

"Uh…Hello. Austria…is it true?" Germany asked finally breaking the grip of sleep and shock. There was a snort from the other end of the line.

"Of course it is. By the way, everyone's waiting for you to show up before they break the wall down. I'll meet you there but you should get there quick before they all go home." Austria yawned and a heavy silence filled the air, "Well, go on then, get dressed, get in one of your cars, and get to that wall. I'll see you in two hours. Oh! And you might want to bring a sledgehammer."

Austria hung up and Germany, a bit robotically in the least, dressed appropriately for the chill November air, and made some instant coffee for himself to take along the way. He dialed a taxi because he was a bit too…anxious to drive and in the meanwhile took a hard look at the line up of sledgehammers and other tools along the wall. The black handled one would do, so he took it into the taxi and, no questions asked, was driven to the wall.

The drive was long and Germany finally caught up with the edgy mood of the Western Germans. Speaking of which, there were a few that were left roaming the various towns. The rest were either watching the television to see the wall or at the wall ready to break it down on his command. His grip tightened significantly around the shock proof rubber handle of the hammer as a crowd was seen from a distance. The only word that could describe all that the blonde was thinking about was: Prussia.

"Alright, out you go." the taxi driver shooed him out. Germany was about to apologize for the lack of money he had when the driver cut him off. "No. Mr. Germany. Don't pay me. The longer you talk, the more likely I am to get mobbed and by the way, that is a huge crowd. Have a good day!"

The driver drove away and Germany, hammer in hand, was greeted by a very large crowd parting so that he had a clear path to the wall. Germany stiffened up a bit but started to make his way through and was surprised by the look on everyone's faces. He was greeted by smiling faces, hopeful faces, and excited murmurs. He gave small smiles back and when he reached the wall he looked behind him and was surprised at how many people were ready to pound the wall to smithereens. Germany also vaguely recognized America's boss as he'd come to visit before with a crowd of other leaders.

When he was looking around at people just minding his own business he felt a sudden push and turned around to find Austria smiling at him with his hands behind his back. The German rolled his eyes but hugged his cousin anyway.

"Well, I would talk to you about being punctual, but I might get mobbed. Go on. I think your boss wants you to make a speech or something." Austria pushed the German to the front of the crowd and everyone waited in complete silence for the news that the German was going to deliver.

"Um…Hello citizens of Berlin, and citizens of the world." Germany paused; everyone was looking a bit twitchy and impatient. He gulped and decided to cut what ever long speech he should be formally giving, down to: "Thank you all for coming today. I'm very sorry but as much as I wish to formally greet you, I'd rather smash down this damn wall right about now. So…shall we get started?"

A roar came from the crowd and, no orders needed, began to demolish the wall looking nearly feral as they did. Germany turned back around and glared at his part of the wall and raised his hammer above his head while muttering "For family." Before he smashed the hammer into the wall…creating a crack that went up to the top of the wall…which also got his hammer stuck.

"…no way." Germany looked up at the crack which he'd created and back down in disbelief at the hammer he was holding. No matter how he tugged, it was not coming loose.

"No, that's not how you do it." Austria moved the German aside and hit, with a hammer of course, a little above the point where Germany's hammer was. That part of the wall crumbled and made a pathway where about one person could squeeze through. The crowds on both sides went berserk and successfully made the hole much bigger until the entire part of the wall just collapsed. With the help of three wrecking balls.

Germany and Austria backed away to watch as the East Germans, just as excited as the West Germans, poured through the hole to see their families and friends. Germany stood up on his toes trying to find Prussia above the crowd. In his head he could just hear his brother screaming and hacking away at the wall with anything he could find…but…the more people poured through, the more both Austria and Germany worried.

And the more they worried, the more time was slipping away. The sky darkened quickly…somberly…and so did their hopes. The two were left standing at the Berlin wall…waiting…just waiting until Prussia came home.

(A/N) - (Don't worry! I'm not going to kill you by making you wait! Chapter two is up!)