Prologue

Somewhere in the city Berlin, Germany.

November 1945

Berlin sighed. She hated the situation as it was now. Germany was totally broken down after the second world war. Not only the country itself, but also the person, her friend. It hurt her to see him so stressed-out, the poor guy. But she had other things to bother with. For example: who had to deal with all the mess coming over them now?

Of course. Berlin had to take care of it. All the administration stuff. All the costs. All the damage.

She swept in her eyes. It was late, actually too late to work. But she wanted to have a good amount of work done.

Done. Yes. She closed a thick book and threw it on the ground. Thousands, millions of Deutsche Marken were up to be paid. But that was Germany's problem now, not hers.

"One more book", she said to herself, "One more."

She stood up and walked to the closet in her office. She always picked a random administration book to read and edit where possible. All the books were covered with dust except... except the little red one in the corner. She didn't know it either.

'WARNING- FOR EYES ONLY', the cover said, but she took no notice. At first, she was 'eyes'. And at second, she didn't give a wurst.

When she opened it, she knew it wasn't an administration booklet. There wasn't written in money, but in people.

She frowned as she read the first page. "Death amounts", followed by weird names, obviously of places in Poland and Czech-Slovakia.

But as she continued reading, she saw it wasn't just a list of dead citizens.

"Oh mein Gott." She leaned back in her chair. "Oh mein guten Gott."

At that point, Germany entered the room with another box of books. "Berlin. I have some other books- What are you doing?"

He pulled the book out of her shaking hands. But it was too late. Berlin had seen it all. She stared right in his face without seeing him. Without wanting to see him.

"Berlin, I'm sorry, I never knew things like that were happening! I also just found out today! It's scandalous. I... I..." He took her head in his hands. "Berlin. I didn't know."

She pushed him away, tears burning in her eyes. "Leave me."

"Berlin, I really didn't..."

"LEAVE ME, GOTT VERDAMMT!", she screamed. "I never, never want to see you again! People are people and they have lifes, Ludwig! Lifes! And due to you and your stupid obliviousness," She nearly spitted out the word , "more than 6 million people were killed!"

Germany bit his lower lip untill he tasted cupper when Berlin used his human name. He didn't like to hear that out of her mouth, that meant she was really angry, even furious.

All he saw now, was her back. She cried. She didn't want to look him in the eyes.

"Berlin. I didn't know. You can't blame me for that. That's just unfair."

"Things are unfair, Germany. Goodbye." Her voice cracked and she silently continued crying.

Germany nearly wished she would let him hug her, so she wouldn't seem this helpless, this fragile.

But she didn't talk to him any more. In the next hour, he waited untill she would speak up again. She didn't.

He silently waved to her and left the room, closing the door behind him.

One line kept running through his mind: who left the book in Berlin's office?

Author's note:Sorry for my bad English. Please don't make rude notices about it, nore about the story.

I'll never be so genious to own Axis Powers Hetalia: only Hidekaz Himaruya does!