Hi! I'm back! To my readers of The Nation, the omake is in progress! I'm just stuck…

Anyway, credit for the idea goes to WordWarrior192. She said to me one day, "Wouldn't it be cool if there were East and West Berlin personifications?" Apparently the plot bunny abandoned her, and found me. So with her blessing, I'm writing this. However, she did make drawings of them before I started, so a lot of their stats came from her.

I'm trying to be as historically accurate as possible. That being said, I believe I made an error in facts regarding the boundary between the two in the beginning of this, so please forgive me. I wrote it before checking facts, and didn't want to change it. So…yeah.

Enjoy!

Disclaimer: If I owned Hetalia I would not write fanfictions about it. I would read fanfictions others write about it. Well, I do that anyway…but still.

It was a simple fact; try to cross the boundary between East and West Berlin, and you would get shot. Most who lived in West Berlin didn't have a reason to try, some who lived in Ease Berlin did, and it never ended well. However, one resident of West Berlin passed weekly both ways without getting shot.

Her name was Ingrid Beillschmidt. The soldiers guarding the boundary were accustomed to seeing the blond girl approach ever Tuesday, and by now waved her through without her having to pull out her special pass. Which she thought was a waste. Her Vati had had to practically beg for permission for her to cross (which didn't suit him at all), and negotiations for it had taken weeks. Half the time she left it at home.

Today, like any other Tuesday, she crossed the boundary nonchalantly. Ingrid spared the guards a curt nod-it was more than they deserved for keeping her away from him. She hated the fact that they could only see each other once a week-if he was allowed out. More than once he hadn't been allowed to meet her, and she had waited all day, hoping he would finally get a backbone and sneak out like Onkel did. Though Ingrid knew it was unlikely, she still hoped.

It was unfair; they were supposed to be together. Her earliest memory was of Vati's face as he asked what had happened to someone named Wolfgang, and he had been there with her, just as lost as she was. They learned what was happening together; their Vati, Germany, had just lost a war. As a result, his lands and his capital, Berlin, were divided. Wolfgang had been Berlin, and when Vati had broken the news of his impending division to him, he had vanished, and he and Ingrid were in his place. Vati only had time to figure out that they were East and West Berlin, and give them human names, before a tall, cold man named Russia had taken him away, along with Onkel. The first and only time Ingrid had cried in her short life was when she watched him-her bruder-being taken, though he plainly wanted to stay with her as much as she wanted to stay with him.

She shook off her thoughts as she approached the café they usually met at. Her blue eyes scanned the tables, lighting up when they rested on his back. She rushed over to hug him from behind.

"Hans!" She cried in greeting.

He turned his head and gave her a soft smile, which, she noted with delight, wasn't forced. When she released him, he turned his full body. "Gutentag,Ingrid." He said, looking her up and down. "I see you have a new rip in your stockings."

She rolled her eyes and laughed, sliding into the seat across the table from him. "And you're as neat as ever. What, do you keep your clothes pressed between boards?"

This time his smile was just a little forced. "Herr Russia prefers that I keep neat."

Ingrid let out a disgusted snort and surveyed Hans' sweater vest, his khaki pants with a perfect crease, his loafers that she could practically see her reflection in, and his neatly brushed blond-and-silver hair. Even though they were twins, they looked like opposites. Her skirt, shirt, and stockings were dirty and torn, her loafers had exactly twenty-two scuff marks (she counted daily), and her hair was haphazardly thrown into pigtails. But "Herr Russia" insisted on neatness, and having to deal with "Herr Russia" since the day you were born made you incredibly complacent.

She leaned in, lowering her voice. "East," she said, looking around for any of Russia's spies. When she didn't see Belarus' bow or hear Ukraine's…large tracts of land, she continues. "Please. Just run away. Onkel could come up with an escape plan. You could both hide in Vati'shouse. Or maybe we could convince Herr America to hide you. Or somebody. You just need to get away from Russia."

Hans pulled away, real fear in his eyes as he shook his head. "I can't-"

"But bruder-"

"You don't understand, schwester." He interrupted. "The last time Onkel tried…" he trailed off, his fear intensifying. To see him so scared increased Ingrid's anger at Russia.

She changed the subject. "Where is Onkel, anyway? He's usually with you."

Hans smiled at her, glad for something else to think about. "I think he'll have gotten past the new locks on his door by this evening."

"I give him sometime in the next five minutes." Ingrid challenged, eyes sparkling. He always picked a ridiculously long time.

"Keseseses. You're both wrong. I got past 'em ten minutes ago, 'cause I am awesome like that." A man's voice said. The two turned to see a familiar white-haired face with red eyes and a huge grin. Ingrid shouted "Onkel!" and threw herself into Prussia's arms. He easily swung her around (she and Hans were only physically in their early teens), then set her down and ruffled her hair. "Good to see you, Little West. How is everything?"

"Vati's the same as ever." She replied. "He was reading a book on raising teenage girls until Frau Hungary took it. Now, she gives him advice. She's a good mutti."

"Keseses. That's hilarious. Crazy Elizaveta, a good mutti." He grabbed a chair from a neighboring table (ignoring the expletives from the man about to sit in it) and plopped down in it.

Ingrid sat back in her own seat. "Onkel, bruder doesn't want to try running away with you because you haven't managed it yet."

"I 'haven't managed it yet'? That's bull****." He said, cheerfully swearing. "I'm just letting Ivan think he's awesome. Plus, I'm too awesome to leave Little East behind. I could leave anytime I want."

He laughed, and Ingrid smiled, but could see the truth in her bruder's eyes. She remembered Vati saying that Onkelwas too arrogant to admit his failures.

They spent the whole day at that table, though Onkel soon left to go to a bar. They talked for most of it, but there were a few companionable silences. It was during those silences that Ingrid got the feeling Hans wanted to tell her something, but every time he worked up his courage, he would lose it, eyes darting around.

When the sun started to set, they both unhappily knew that their time was up. They stood, and embraced, whispering "Ichliebedich." Ingrid turned and started walking back toward the boundary. Suddenly, Hans called out "Ingrid!" and she turned, thinking he would finally say what had been on the tip of his tongue all day.

Instead, he handed her a crumpled hanky. "You dropped this." He said.

She raised a brow, and was about to say that past being crumpled, it was too neat to be hers, but the words died in her throat at the desperate, pleading look in Hans' eyes. She took it wordlessly, nodding her thanks. She continued on, knowing that her bruder's eyes were on her retreating back.

It wasn't until she had crossed the boundary, arrived at Vati's house, gone into her room, and shut the door that she carefully uncrumpled the hanky. Her hands shook as she read the hurried words on the inside. She burst out of her room, screaming "Vati!"

She found him on the phone. Ingrid crashed into him, wrapping her arms around him and shaking. He barely managed to stay upright.

"Ingrid, what-no, Italy, Ingrid just-Ingrid, calm down-I'm sorry, Italy, I'll have to call you back. Go…have some pasta." An ecstatic cry of "Pasta~" could be heard coming from the receiver as he hung up. The stoic man awkwardly hugged his daughter. "Ingrid…what is the matter?"

Wordlessly, she handed him the hanky. His blue eyes widened as he read, and he clutched his shaking daughter tighter, not wanting to let her go.

The hanky fluttered to the ground, its words plainly visible.

Herr Russia wants you. His boss has a plan, and if it works, he'll essentially have control over you. It will start soon. Get food.

Ingrid was still shaking in Germany's arms when America came in. One glance at the hanky told him all he needed to know. With uncharacteristic seriousness, he placed a hand on each of their shoulders. He looked Germany in the eyes.

"I promise," he said, "I will not let it happen. Whatever the Commie has planned, I will not allow for you to lose your daughter to him like you lost your son. And I promise," he added, "That you will get your son back."

And that's all for today!

I kind of assumed that America would be in and out a lot, since he owns part of West Berlin. I needed that promise, and at first Germany was going to make it, but then I realized that he didn't have a lot of power back then, and couldn't do a lot. America was perfect to make it.

I hope you enjoy it. Everyone, please take care. And remember Pearl Harbor Day (today).

Bye! Please review!