Okay, so Germany gets a little surprise! EEEE! I'm so excited my first story! I hope y'all like it!
Germany sat at his desk. He had worked through half of his paperwork so far which made him feel like he was moving at a turtle-slow pace. With the curtains open, the afternoon sun streamed into his room, warming his back. Stacks of paper were laid out neatly on desk, as well as not a speck of dirt could be seen on the furniture. Due to Ludwig's meticulous cleaning. An empty coffee cup sat on his desk, in desperate need of a refill, and the small ring of liquid started to congeal. The day was peaceful with little interruption from his small Italian friend. It made him uneasy, but he just pushed it out of his head and continued his work.
Suddenly, Feliciano burst into the study, nearly screaming, "Ludwig! Ludwig! Oh, Ludwig, It's awful!"
The German's head shot up and banged it on the lamp in the process, "Ouch! Feli what is it!" He looked at the brunette's face which seemed perfectly fine. But, something else was different. The shorter man seemed to have curves in all of the wrong places, and he seemed smaller than usual. In place of a flat chest were two round mounds. Then it hit him. He quickly stood up, and his eyes widened. His friend, and ally, was a woman. He rushed forward and grabbed the Italian by the shoulders, "What happened!"
Feliciano struggled against Ludwig's grip, shouting, "I don't know! I just woke up like this!" Tears streamed down his face, "I'm sorry!"
Ludwig's eyes widened and he released the small man, "Mein Gott…"
Meanwhile…
Arthur paced the hallway in a hurried frenzy. He had called America here, but an hour later the "hero" still hadn't showed up. He glanced at his watch again, seeing his seconds tick by before Germany would probably find, and kill, him. Several other countries had passed, kindly handing him worried looks. He could hear the slam of a door and several jovial shouts. Here he comes, The Englishman thought to himself. And, speaking of the devil, Alfred came running down the hall.
"Arty! What did you want the ever heroic hero for!" the American literally screamed.
Arthur turned away, sighing, and wondered why he had asked this guy. He turned back around to face the hyperactive man, "I did something, something bad. It will probably cost me my life at the hands of Germany…"
I hope you enjoyed it! Also, I hope to publish more to this story soon, but I'm still figuring out how to work this so be patient with me!