The attack in Germany
An attack leads to unanswered questions as well as an injured Germany, will America and the others be able to help? Or will Germany push everyone away?
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It was a break in the latest world meeting that took place in Germany this year. While the others ate and talked, Germany was focused on getting things organized for the next part of the meeting. He was completely focused on shuffling papers when someone entered the room, grabbing him with large thick hands from behind.
Germany's mouth was covered with said hands while they dragged him away from the building. "Little Germany is such a cute place, da? I wish to own cute place and make it part of Russia!"
... The rest was a blur. He felt cold, even in this summer heat.
'Is this...how I die?' He thought, as he slowly accepted the darkness that beckoned him.
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It was time for the meeting to start, but Germany was nowhere to be seen.
"Where on earth is Germany? He's the host nation this year and he's always on time!" England exclaimed, looking around for the German.
Prussia, who had been playing on his phone, frowned as soon as someone interrupted his game. "Yeah this is the awsom-"
Prussia didn't finish as the voice on the other end of the line spoke. "This is Gilbert Beilschmidt, correct? This is in regards to your brother, Ludwig."
"What about him?" Prussia asked in concern. The uneasiness of his voice made everyone worried.
"Your brother arrived here a little while ago. Someone found him bleeding out on in an alleyway, his right eye was completely gauged out and he was covered in bruises and cuts! We managed to keep his body from going into shock but his eye is still an issue for him. We are very sorry. We are dong our best!"
Prussia froze. He dropped his phone at that point, his face paler than ever. "Sir? Mr. Beilschmidt?" everyone could hear the voice coming from Prussia's phone, but seeing the narcissistic man look so scared and worried made them all fear the worse.
Prussia swallowed hard and shakily grabbed his phone. "Wh-where is he?" he asked.
"He's here in St. Hedwig-Krankenhaus Medical Hospital in Berlin." Prussia knew where that was. He ended the call and shoved his phone in his pocket.
"Ve~ was that Germany? Is he okay?" Italy asked worriedly.
"He's not okay. He's in a fucking hospital!" Prussia yelled at the scared Italian.
"Seriously? how?" A voice in the crowd asked.
"He was attacked." Prussia said, hurriedly preparing to leave.
"Wait up, I'll go with you!" America yelled while running after Prussia.
"Why?" Prussia asked, looking at the American.
"He's cool and I want to go." America acted as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
Prussia wanted to tell the American off, but he was too worried about his brother to think. He instead huffed and led America to where he kept his motorcycle.
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It didn't take them long to get to the hospital that Germany was in. They hurried in and ran to the Nurse's Station.
"We're here to see Ludwig Beilschmidt!" the two nations said in unison. A doctor with dark skin and black hair came over to them smiling.
"You must be Gilbert Beilschmidt. I am the one that informed you of your brother's condition, I am Dr. Ekart Apfelstedt-Edlstein, I am in charge of this place and have been working here for over 20 years. Your brother is doing better, for the most part, and it appears that his body is recovering at a rapid pace! But as for his eye, I'm afraid we were unable to save it... he is awake now if you wish to see him." The man, Dr. Ekart explained. He led them through the large hospital to a private room.
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Germany was sitting up, his right eye patched and his body bandaged vigorously.
"Hey." America greeted cheerfully. Germany ignored them and turned away.
"What the hell west, who did this to you?" Prussia demanded, running to his brother.
"Someone that wanted Germany for themselves, apparently." The injured German said softly though there was sarcasm hidden in his voice.
"Its got to be Russia, right? I mean, who else could do this?" America whispered to Prussia.
"I wouldn't put it past him. He's had his eyes on our country for a while." Prussia said with a scowl.
"But without proof, we can't do anything." America said softly.
"Proof?! Look at West! That right there should be your proof!" Prussia yelled pointing to his brother.
"But unless he says that it was Russia, we can't do anything." America said.
"Come on West, it was that Russian bastard right?" Prussia questioned, turning his attention back to his little brother.
"I-I don't remember." Germany said his voice barely above a whisper.
"What?! What the hell do you mean you don't remember?" Prussia scolded.
"Hey, I'm the hero! I'll find out who did this because I , the hero, will figure this out. Now, Germany, can you describe exactly what happened in detail?" America came between the two with a grin. Prussia glared at America in annoyance.
"All I remember is getting ready for the meeting, when I was suddenly dragged out of the room and outside. after that, I just don't remember." Germany, also annoyed, explained as he rubbed his forehead in pain.
"Uh... do you remember anything else? I can't do a good investigation on that." America said sheepishly.
"I remember someone saying that my Country was cute. Now shut up and go away." Germany said coldly.
"Al, let's leave him be for now." Prussia said and dragged the justice-filled American out of the room and down the hall.
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"H-hey!" America pouted. he didn't like being kicked out of a room when he was in 'Hero mode'.
"Moron! Even Spain would have seen that West just wants to forget! even if you were trying to figure out who it was, you should have tried a different approach! Just throw that arschloch Russian in a far away island prison with Britain cooking the food." Prussia had started out furious, but near the end, he had deflated. He felt drained suddenly.
"I told you that's not how justice works! Until we find proof we can't do anything." America argued.
"Then go talk to the bastard! I'm going back to be with West." Prussia said walking away from America.
America followed, oblivious to what Prussia meant.
"Oh! Okay, now I can ask German-" America was interrupted by Prussia, stopping in his tracks.
"Oh, yes of course that's what I meant! Get out! The awesome me is going to mein bruder's room... alone."
"You don't have to be a jerk! I was only trying to help." America muttered, but left, knowing that the Prussian was ready to kill for his dear brother.
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"Yo, West, your awesome big bro is back! Since the food is crappy why don't I leave real quick and get some decent food? I know you didn't eat anything yet." Prussia said as he entered the room.
Germany grunted in response and continued to not look at him.
"I'll be right back, don't go anywhere!" Prussia confidently exclaimed with a laugh before he left again.
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America, meanwhile, was dressed like James Bond while following Russia. "What are you doing you wanker?" America jumped and turned to look at England who stood behind him, arms crossed.
"shh! Iggy! I'm following Russia around!" America hissed.
"Why would you do that you git?" England asked.
"Shh!" America covered England's mouth.
England let out muffled noises while America continued watching Russia intently. once Russia was gone, America let go of England.
"I'm following Russia because we think he hurt Luddy." America said.
"What makes you think Russia was the one that did it! No one was around when it happened." England talked back.
America looked at him suspiciously. "You're acting pretty guilty right now, Iggy... care to give me an alibi?"
England stuttered baffled by the American's accusation. "I was talking with you!"
"Likely story..but you're right. looks like I'm back to Russia!" America sighed.
How is he anyway?" England asked.
Germany?" America asked.
"No, Prussia. Of course I meant Germany!" England rolled his eyes.
"He's quiet and... pouty, I think... and looked like a mummy, dude!" America exploded in excitement.
"There's a reason you were sent spying on Ivan versus staying with the German brothers , isn't there?" England questioned, annoyed solely by America's presence.
"What do you mean?" America asked innocently.
"Nevermind. I'll help you. I'll talk to the others, you go back to...sleuthing." England said with a sigh before he left, leaving America alone.
"Right! I won't let anyone down. now, where did Russia go?" America looked around.
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Prussia came back thirty minutes later with two paper bags filled with sausages. he happened to go home to grab leftovers and came back, hoping to make his brother feel better.
"West! I brought sausages! eat up!" Prussia yelled as he ran into the room.
Germany sighed. he knew his brother wouldn't leave him alone if he said he wasn't hungry, so he took the bag Prussia offered him and began to eat slowly.
"You look better..." Prussia tried, but truthfully his brother looked awful.
"Don't lie bruder, I know what I look like just by how I'm feeling." Germany set aside the remaining sausages.
"Well...I was just trying to cheer you up! come on West, please just tell me how to get you to cheer up. what if I get Italy here, will that work?" Prussia asked feel frustrated.
"Don't even think about it. Italy is not to come here. not when I look like this." Germany gestured to himself.
"Whatever. Just get better or I'm bringing Feli." Prussia bitterly replied.
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America had been wandering around the streets of Berlin for a while, trying to find Russia.
"Are you lost, baby America? what are you looking for? I will help, da." came a chilling, yet oh so familiar Russian voice from behind America.
America jumped and turned slowly feeling his heart beat rapidly. "H-hey! Ivan! when did you get here?" America asked nervously.
"How is little Germany? Is he still alive and breathing?" Russia asked.
"Yeah! He's fine! Never better. why do you ask?" America asked.
"Because. When he dies I plan on taking cute land he controls. and then, I'll be going after America." Russia said smiling largely at the American.
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Haha! I did it I made a Hetalia fic! This will be multi-chaptered because yeah. Oh and sorry if I offended anyone, the personalities are based from the show so yeah. oh and please, please, please review. And also give a really big hand for my friend Kammy! Without her this story would have never been perfected. So really she is awesome... Just not as awesome as me... Or Prussia.