Sorge

(Worry)

A Germancest Fanfic by Wine Ninja

Chapter 1

Germany was up to his arsch in alligatoren.

The value of the euro was falling and apparently it was all up to him to keep Europe's economy from plunging into despair. Paperwork was piled up all over his desk, the fax machine kept spewing out more documents, he kept getting e-mails about Greece's bullshit, his favorite pen was out of ink cartridges so he had to use a shitty plastic one, and he had hardly slept all week.

Italy came over at one point and tried to "help" by sitting on the desk and feeding Germany meatballs while he worked, but the first one rolled off the fork and left a trail of spaghetti sauce all over his financial reports before it fell to the floor and disappeared under a filing cabinet. Germany irately dismissed him and Italy left the house with a sorrowful "veeeeeeeeee!"

To make matters worse, Germany's own household was falling into disarray. Laundry needed to be folded, dishes had to be washed, dogs had to be taken to the park, and now meatballs had to be extracted from dark corners of the office.

Where the hell was his useless brother?!

Germany arose from his desk and stretched. Well, at least it felt good to stand up. "Bruder is probably playing FPS games as usual," he thought. He headed down to the basement where Prussia's room was and knocked on the door.

"Bruder, I really need you're help with some things today... "

No answer.

Hm. Germany opened the door. The room was dark and silent. The bed was neatly made. The panda bears were lined up perfectly on the shelf according to size. The TV was off.

Germany sighed and took out his cell phone and tried calling Prussia, but it went straight to voicemail. He gritted his teeth as he listened to his brother's irritating voicemail message, which involved a lot of screaming over the sound of heavy metal guitar riffs. Finally, Germany heard "leave an awesome message!" *beeeeep*

"Bruder, can you please ca-"

"Voicemail full." A robotic voice cut Germany off.

"Verdammt!" Germany wanted to smash his phone through one of Prussia's tiny basement windows, but that would be wasteful. He took a few deep breaths to collect himself.

"Bruder's just probably at one of his asshole friend's house," he thought aloud and dialed Spain's number.

"Bueno, Ludwig! Qué pasa?" A cheerful voice answered after a few rings.

"Er, Guten tag, Antonio. Have you seen mein Bruder? I don't know where he ran off to and his phone is dead."

"Oh, no, sorry... He was supposed to meet Francis and me at the bar last night, but he never showed up. His phone was off then too, so we just left a bunch of voicemails until the inbox was full."

Great. Germany pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration.

"Could he be at Francis's house?"

"Hehe, I'm at Francis's house right now, and I don't see him, but I put Francis on the line, maybe he keeps secrets from me- hey Francis!"

"Urm, no that's not necessary-"

"AAAALLOOOO, LUDWIIIIG!"

"... Hello, Francis." At this point, Germany had deduced that Spain and France were still drunk.

"So, Gilbert has gone missing? C'est triste. It's so boring to play Strip-opoly with just two people. You might have to come over and stand in for him."

"Ja... That will never happen." Germany replied. "I'm sure he's just wandered off somewhere. Do you have any idea where he might be?"

"Hmmmmm…" France thought about it for a second. "He could be harassing Roderich... stalking Feliciano... Visiting his precious Old Man..."

"Good ideas, Francis. I'll-"

"-Or a swarm of Africanized honey bees could have carried him off... Or he could be lying unconscious in a ditch somewhere! Or... Oh, Dio, Francis! Now I'm so worried!" Apparently Spain had turned on the speakerphone and was still on the line.

"Calm down, Antonio. Gilbert is probably fine. Why don't you go trick Lovino into playing Strip-opoly with us while Frère talks to Ludwig."

"Ooo, I tell him about the boob-shaped tomato I brought over from the garden!"

"That will definitely work. Maintenant... Ludwig, don't listen to Antonio, he leaps to silly conclusions."

"Ja, I know... It's cool. I'm not worried... Really."

"Ohohohon, you can't fool Frère with your stoicism. I know how you and Gilbert are."

"...What the fuck is that supposed to mean?"

"Ahh, It just means that I've known you both for centuries. I know you're worried sick. It's ok, I'm sure he'll turn up. We'll let you know if we see him."

"Danke, Francis."

"Bonne chance!"

Germany hung up the phone. Worried sick? Pfft, hardly. Stupid perverts... Drunkenly cavorting about while the economy was in peril...

Well, France was probably right, there was nothing to be concerned about. To save time, Germany decided to multitask. He leashed up the dogs and started to walk towards Frederick the Great's grave as he called Austria.

"Edelstein residence. " A haughty voice answered.

"Guten tag, Roderich, this is Ludwig."

"Hello, Ludwig… Yes, it's Ludwig on the phone…. Eliza is over for tea, and she also says hello."

"Tell Eliza I say hello to her as well."

"Ludwig says hello as well."

"Say, Roderich, have you seen mein Bruder around? He is missing and his phone is dead."

"Dear heavens! I hope he is ok... Ludwig says Gilbert is missing... His phone is dead, so, no he can't call him…. Sorry, Ludwig, but I have not been honored with his abrasive presence in over a week and Eliza says that's the last time she and her frying pan have encountered him as well."

"Ah, well Danke, Roderich. Tell Eliza I said Danke to her too. Please call me if you see him lurking about."

"Ludwig says Danke… Will do, Ludwig. We hope you find him."

So neither Austria nor Hungary had seen him. No matter, there were lots of other places he could be. Germany then proceeded to call Italy.

"Pronto?" A bright voice answered the phone. Germany could hear music playing in the background.

"Hello, Feli, this is-"

"Gerrrrrrrrrrmanyyyyyyy! Yaaaaaaaaay! Is Luddy all done with his paperwork? Can we play football now?"

"Er, nein. Sorry, Feli, but I'm just calling because I have to ask if you've seen mein Bruder anywhere."

"Gil-Gil? No, I don't think I've seen him."

"Ok, can you do me a favor Feli? Just go over to the window and look to see if he's in your courtyard... Maybe hiding behind a tree, or crouched below a window…or pretending he's a lawn ornament..."

"Haha, you're funny, Luddy. Why would Gil-Gil be in my yard?"

"Ugh. Don't ask. Just... just please go look."

"Mmmmmmm… Looking, looking, looking...nope! Sorry, I don't see any Prussia lawn ornaments!"

"Um, ok, Danke Feli."

"Waaaaaaiiiit! Luddy sounds troubled, is Gil-Gil missing?"

"Uh, ja... But it's no big deal I just have some chores for him to do."

"Ohhhhhhh Nooooooo! Luddy, I'd be so worried if Fratello was missing. Hey! You can ask Fratello if he's seen him! Hang on-"

"Please don't."

But it was too late. Germany heard chaotic sounds of the phone being exchanged between the two Italian brothers.

"Eh? Feli? Who is this on the phone? What the fuck is going on?!"

"*sighhh* Hello, Lovino."

"Gah! Potato Bastard, what the hell do you want?!"

"Mein Bruder is missing. Have you seen him?"

"Hoho! Other Potato bastard is missing? What a great day for the World! Now there's only-"

Germany listened impatiently as Romano did the math on his fingers.

"Due minus uno equals tre? Wait... No. Due... minus... uno..."

"Mein Gott... DUE MINUS UNO EQUALS UNO! Ja, Lovino, now there is potentially only one Potato Bastard left in the world. Have you seen mein Bruder or not?!"

"Chigi! I knew that! No, last time I saw Other Potato Bastard was weeks ago at Tomato Bastard's house! Which reminds me... I just heard that there's a tomato that looks like boobies at Francis's house. Come on, Feli, let's go check it out!"

Romano hung up the phone before Germany could say another word.