1938
Lovino couldn't fucking believe this was happening. His little brother had signed a god damn alliance with the potato bastard. The fucking Axis powers…Yeah right. He was totally using his brother. This was just like that time with Holy Roman Empire. He sighed and approached the meeting hall for the Axis, already hearing the older potato asshole yelling and laughing.
"Stupid Germans. I guess I'll have to tolerate them for now but if they even lay a finger on Veneziano I'm breaking their entire body!"
He opened the door as he saw his little brother happily eating away at some pasta. Well…It wasn't all bad. He took his seat and idly listened to the conversation, thinking back to how he got here in the first place. Back in the 20s when he was working at America's house and doing his chores. He hadn't had a big house but it was bigger than he had ever seen before. Cleaning out the cobwebs and that stupid storage closet had been a breeze. He was brought back from his thoughts as he was called on.
"Hm? Sorry I wasn't listening to you drone on."
He was met with a glare as he rolled his eyes, wondering what that giant child was up to right now…
"F-Fuck…It's so cold…"
Alfred pulled the blanket tighter around his tattered suit, shivering against the cold wind. Ever since the stock market crash he had been barely scraping by. He had to sell his big house for a tiny apartment in order to make ends meet. He was doing odd jobs in order to keep himself fed. Sure, he was doing better than most in his country but he still wasn't living the way he had ten years ago when he had Lovino to help take care of chores. He sighed and looked out the window, wondering if everything was okay overseas without him being there to help and keep the economy boosted.
"Circumstances cause us to act the way we do. We should always bear this in mind before judging the actions of others." -Thor Heyerdahl
