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Abnormality
Nobody knows how exactly it happened, but here it was; America had started the Third World War. He had gone berserk, and just after one night of drinking at some random bar. America had woken up on the floor the next morning with a killer hangover, and the morning news just so happened to be on. Apparently, someone had nuked Germany, and traces led back to the United States. From that point on, America knew this was more than just a drinking problem.
An explosion tore through the German battleground. It was insanity. Two black rifles were slammed together in a cross formation. Two nations were face to face. America drew backwards and struck the opposing Nation upside the head.
"For the last time, I don't know what happened!" He snapped as Germany was recovering from the blow.
"You're still denying that after six months?" Germany fired, but missed. Something whacked him in the head again. But the scolding voice screaming at him wasn't America; it was England.
"He did not start this war! Get that through your head!"
"Then who did?" Germany demanded.
"We don't know, but the more you fight the more it looks like you're the one that did it!" England charged. Germany evaded, sending a bullet England's way. It hit him in the shoulder. "Dammit!" He swore. He turned on a dime and tossed a grenade. It exploded. The three nations and many humans were caught in its black, fiery burn. But then a white light swallowed the battlefield.
Germany's eyes blinked open. He was still slightly disoriented and his vision was still blurry. He looked up. Lying next to him was an oddly familiar stick. If he wasn't mistaken, it was Herr Stick. What was it doing out here? Germany knew for a fact that he hadn't brought that thing along. But then again, he hadn't remembered checking himself into a hospital. Wait, a hospital?
He bolted upright, only to be met with a dizzying pain in his head. "Scheiße!" he muttered, rubbing his forehead.
"Well, it looks like you're awake." He turned to see none other than his brother. Gilbird was perched on his head. Just the face I needed to see… Just to humor him, Germany held up the pale stick.
"Seriously?"
Prussia smirked. "I thought he might cheer you up!"
"Well he is an inanimate object!" Before they could continue with this strange conversation, a banging at the door interrupted them.
"Who is it?" Prussia called.
"It's me, you git." No mistaking who that was.
"England?" Germany questioned. The lack of response signaled that England had simply rolled his eyes. "What do you want?"
"I need to talk to you."
"Well you're talking to him right now, so say what you need to say and be gone." Prussia snapped.
"Germany, it'd do us all some good for you to put a muzzle on your guard dog." Before Prussia could bark back, a different voice spoke. But it was completely alien to the two Germans.
"G-Germany has a dog?" It was a high-pitched, non-human voice. It was so high that nobody could tell the owner's gender.
"No," came England's voice, "that's just what I call his brother."
"But he still sounds scary…"
"He used to be. But ever since he started living in Germany's basement, he's become nothing more than a pushover." England almost yelled that, making sure Prussia could hear his taunts.
"Hey! I'm not a pushover! I'm the awesome me! I'm Prussia! And don't you forget it!"
"He is scary! Britain, don't lie to me like that!"
"England, who's with you?" Germany broke the tense air. Something sounded like shifting movements.
"That's what I wanted to talk to you about. Now open this bloody door!" As Prussia reluctantly opened the door, Germany swore he heard some kind of bell. But his attention was snapped back to England as two things flew into the room. One was a green pudgy Pikachu-like rabbit with wings; the other was a fairy.
"What the hell are they?" Germany yelled, scaring the green rabbit. It flew behind England, whimpering,
"Are all Germans this scary?"
"Most of them… These two included…"
"Hey, we're not scary; we're awesome!" Prussia protested. "Or at least, I'm awesome…" But the fairy didn't seem fazed in the least. She was inspecting the stick in Germany's hand and looking at it dreamily.
"Uh… well… I guess I should tell you who they are…" England grunted. The two brothers just stared expectantly. "This is Flying Mint Bunny, and that is Tinkerbell." Both Prussia and Germany gave him a WTF look. "Well after I woke up in the hospital, Flying Mint Bunny and Tinkerbell were both there to greet me. But that wasn't the strange part. The strange part was that the nurse could see them. Nobody has ever been able to see my magical buddies before…"
"Wait, you still have imaginary friends?" Prussia snorted with a hint of mockery in his voice. England scowled.
"That is not the main issue right now!" Germany interrupted before a fight could break out.
"TINKERBELL, DON'T DO THAT!" England's voice rang out.
Too late… there was a flash of fairy dust and poof, Herr Stick had been brought to life. He had no face, but he did seem to possess sticky arms and legs. He had two white-gloved hands, and two cartoon-like shoes. He did not have a face, but he did have that extra branch on him coming from the back of where his head would've been.
There was more ringing. Tinkerbell was cuddling up to the stick that was currently four times her size. Herr Stick was sweat dropping and pointing down at the fairy. Germany was just staring at the stick in shock. Gilbird was watching Flying Mint Bunny intently. Suddenly, Germany felt a sharp pain in his chest. Looking at Prussia's gasping form, he could only assume that his brother felt it too.
"What's going on?" England suddenly went into a state of alarm.
"It's Berlin!" The two Germans shouted simultaneously. "It's under attack!" Germany threw off the blankets, tried to leap out of the bed, but only succeeded in getting caught in the sheets and taking a tumble. If the situation hadn't been so dire, someone would've burst out laughing by then.
He quickly threw on his clothes and the three Nations rushed out the door. The three of them were lucky that Prussia had brought Germany's car as they clambered into it. Germany would scold him about driving later, but for now, Prussia was at the wheel with the other two in back. When in a situation of emergency like this one, who better to get you there than an almost-always drunken, crazy, and completely eccentric albino?
But in all the confusion, they had forgotten a few things…
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