So I finally put an idea together for my second story. I was suppost to start this with my friend, but we stopped tossing ideas and abandoned the project for a while. But, I've picked it back up and if that previously mentioned amie wants to help all she has to do is ask.
This story will be written in a numerical, bullet style because it seemed easier to do and will help separate the various scenarios that Germany gets into. Also, do not expect a long, detailed back story. What's in the description is what you've got. *France mode* Et avec cela, nous allons commencer.
Added: 4/11/13- For those of you that will most likely read this chapter, hate it, and abandon the story entirely... I ask you not to. I know this chapter might look like complete shit, but it all gets better down the road.
1. After the explosion, Germany was rushed to the nearest hospital; where the amnesia diagnosis was made. It wasn't until he got home that his troubles began. As soon as he walked inside he was met by a stranger with red eyes. The man introduced himself as Prussia and said that HE lived upstairs and Germany lived in the basement.
2. On top of being forced to live in the basement, Prussia took it one step further by saying that Germany was his private maid and had to follow his awesomeness everywhere he went and pick up after him.
3. With Germany remembering nothing about himself or his past, Austria took the opportunity to convince him that Beethoven and Mozart were from Austria, thus ending their argument. When Germany accepted the lies, Austria ran to his piano and proceeded to play a victory tune. He would later feel the smack of justice from Hungary's frying pan.
4. Once Italy stopped crying over Germany's injury he, like Prussia, discovered that the German could be easily manipulated... In a matter of hours, Italy had not only taught Germany to make spaghetti, but had also convinced him that pasta was his favorite meal! Italy enjoyed this new sense of power.
5. " Remember Germany, all great composers came from Austria."
"Ja. I'll remember."
*SMACK*
"J-just... keep... reminding... yoursel..."
*THUD*
"Miss, how often do you plan to do that?"
"As many times as I want."
Yeah, these chapters will be short; no longer than maybe 8 bullets but no shorter than 2. To my friends: feedback is greatly appreciated! But liondancer17, try to not be so critical.
As always, please review! Au revoir!
