Germany was packing up after a meeting when he heard someone approaching him. Looking towards the source of the footsteps, he saw Canada. That was odd, why would Canada of all people be wanting to talk with him?
"Siegfried, huh?" The other said, causing Germany to freeze in place.
"That is not my name." Germany hissed, his mood instantly worse. How would Canada know about that? How could he?
"Funny, I heard it was." The Canadian replied.
"My name is Lutz, you know that. Whoever told you that lie was mistaken." Germany said forcefully.
"Oh really, 'cause I thought that Luciano knew more about you than anyone else." Matt said nonchalantly.
"What?" Germany said, confused and a bit hurt. Italy had promised not to tell anyone, ever.
"Yeah, we got him drunk, were planning on trying to get secrets from him, which only kinda worked. We stopped trying after he started talking about what he keeps in his closet." Germany glanced at Canada, he knew exactly what Luciano kept in his closet, and he doubted that the other was talking about the clothes.
"So, I'm curious, Siegfried, why the name change?" Canada asked.
"I don't want to talk about it." Was Germany's only reply.
"Either you tell me now, alone, of your own free will, or I will force you to tell a group of my choice. I'm sure I could convince Allen to distract Italy long enough to get to you alone." Canada said with a smirk. Germany sighed, looking around to see who was still there. Only a few people, but this was something sensitive, and he didn't want anyone overhearing him.
"Alright, but not here." He relented.
After walking to an abandoned room, he and Matt both sat down, and Germany began his story.
"Do you know of a nation called Prussia?" Germany asked. Matt shook his head, the name sounded familiar, but he just couldn't recall anyone by that name.
"Nobody remembers him anymore. Even when he was a nation, nobody noticed him, but he was my brother. His nation was dissolved officially, and he... He died. And nobody that killed him remembers! You were there! Why don't you remember? Why doesn't anyone remember?" Germany's expressing was somewhere between hurt and anger.
"What does that have to do with your name?" Matt asked.
"His name was Sigmund. Our names were so similar, people even used the same nickname for us. The problem is, that whenever I hear my old name, I'm reminded of him, and I just want to forget, like everyone else. So, there. Now you know the story. Happy?"
"That's all?" Matt asked.
"Yeah." Germany said, downcast.
"I can't really sympathize with you, but that doesn't seem like the best way to go about things." Matt told the other. Germany merely shrugged before walking out the door, Matt following behind him. As they left the building, Germany thought that that would be all, but Matt knew it wouldn't, he wasn't going to let it go that easy.