I've decided to stay up late and write since I have a killer headache and laundry to fold. Enjoy the ramblings!
I don't own Hetalia! end /AN/
Germany stood over the sink, letting the water run from the faucet. He systematically rubbed soap into every inch of his hands, even up to his forearms, as he usually did.
After that came the vigorous scrubbing, which would usually be followed by another round of soap, which in turn demanded another round of scrubbing.
And then he would just walk away, only to come back a couple minutes later to begin the process again. And again. And again, until his hands were raw and bleeding from scrubbing so hard.
He could feel the frustration building within him as it seemed he could never, ever get clean.
/AN/ I think Germany would be somewhat OCD about the war crimes he committed, especially seeing the lengths the real country went to to show that they were wrong and sorry.