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Chapter 1
Germany's song was heard long before he reached Italy's birthday party. He was carrying a large barrel ful of beer while he happily sang a fitting song for the day, at least in his oppinion. "AAAAAAAAA WHAT IS THE MALTED LIQUOR WHAT GETS YOU DRUNKER QUICKER WHAT COMES IN BOTTLES OR CANS IN? BEER!" While Germany yelled out the last word, he opened the door to Italy's small court yard where the little annoying kid had chosen to celebrate his birthday.
What Germany had expected to see in there were a lot of happy friends having fun together, but that was not even close to what he encountered.
A few meters into the front yard ran a lake and a few feet from it Germany caught sight of, America, Britain, Italy, Canada, Australia and Hungary. None of them said anything, and none of them smiled or did something else that made it noticeable that this day was someone's birthday. It was only too obvious that something terrible had happened.
Hungary looked up when she saw Germany coming closer. And Germany noticed that both she and Australia had wet hair, in other words, they had been out swimming. But these two loved to swim, they should not look as if the entire world would go under. Australia should brag about his coral reefs and Hungary should tell him about some beautiful place she had seen last summer. That kind of conversation was what Germany would ecpect when Australia and Hungary had been swimming, not total silence and downcast faces.
Italy, who celebrated his birthday was crying. Germany saw tears covering his entire face, and that disturbed him. Of course he had seen Italy cry before, but never like this. When Germany tried to meet his eyes he actually got on his feet and ran inside the house, sobbing so loud that everyone could hear.
Germany put down his barrel and looked at the others seriously.
"Can anyone explain to me what has happened, because you can not think that you can tell me in that everything is as it should be here!"
"Of course!" Britain responded quickly, with the most strained smile Germany had ever seen on him, or in fact on anyone. "America really wants to explain to you what has happened here, right America?"
America who before that moment had looked as if he would begin to cry any second, now got on his feet very quickly looking at Britain with pure anger in his eyes.
"WHAT WAS THAT ALL ABOUT!" He roared, "YOU HELPED ME SO YOU WILL NOT PUT ALL THE BLAME AT ME!"
"IT WAS YOUR IDEA!" Britain shouted back.
"You didn't try to stop me" America lowered his voice that last time, and Germany noted that he didn't want to meet Britain's eyes this time. Britain had hit a nerve. Germany then decided that it was time to intervene. He took hold of America's and Britain's arms to separete them.
"Now I want to know what's happening here!" Germany yelled at them, watching them both to see their reactions, and to his surprise he saw that America grimaced in pain. Germany released him. "What is the matter with you?" Britain responded before America had the chance... again.
"Don't worry, he's just shocked that it's Australia and Russia who are the heroes today and not him" Germany squeezed Britain's arm a little harder to show him that he had got enough of him. Then he looked at America again, and he discovered a large collection of bruises on his arm, just where he had just held his arm.
"Did I do that?" Germany asked, pointing to the bruises. America shook his head.
"Canada did," he explained. Germany turned to look at Canada for a moment, refusing to believe that he could have made that large bruises on his brother. Canada didn't look back. Australia, who according to Britain was one of the heroes of today did not seem to care either. Suddenly Germany felt a hand around his fingers, and was reminded that he was still holding Britain's arm. He released it. Then Britain turned to America.
"Who tells him, you or me?" He asked. America looked down at his feet for a moment. He sighed.
"I'll tell him," he said quietly. Germany turned to look at America. Hungary went away from the scene, she had already seen the misery whit her own eyes and she didn't feel that she needed to hear about it as well. America sighed again before he began to talk. "I've done something really stupid," he said without really looking at Germany or another. Then he sat down and began to tell Germany the story.