Disclaimer: I do not own hetalia.

Please keep in mind that this story is not historically accurate. It's just a story based on the idea of HRE becoming Germany.

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Chapter 1: Disappearance

Holy Rome looked out of the carriage's window. After nearly 10 years he was going to see Italy. He still had the push broom that he gave him all those years ago. He weakly smiled as he thought about it. The war had really worn him out, but he was excited to get a break. The trip was long and tiring so he decided to sleep. He needed all the sleep he could get if he had to chase Italy again. He chuckled at the thought and fell into a deep sleep.

About 5 hours later, the carriage lurched to a sudden stop. Holy Rome woke with a start and looked around. "Are we there already?" He asked.

His assistant looked out, but couldn't see anything because dusk had claimed the sky. "I don't think so. I'll see what the driver is doing."

"Tch," Holy Rome sneered. "He probably fell asleep."

Without warning, someone yelled in pain or fear then all was quiet again. HRE's heart began to race when the eerie silence was broken by whispers. The door to his carriage swung open and he was pulled out and thrown to the ground.

"Who are you? What do you want?" he yelled.

"Ahohoho, you are so cute when you yell like that," a voice with a strong French accent answered.

"France, you bastard!" HRE said angrily. France rarely took these kinds of measures.

A hit to the face was the reply to his outburst. Even though it was dark, he could see the smile on Francis' face. He also noticed that they were alone.

"The Roman Empire will end with you!" France yelled excitedly as he began to beat the smaller nation.

Holy Rome tried to protect himself, but failed miserably as he was hit from every side. After about a minute of barely staying awake, he was knocked unconscious. His assistant, who was only five feet away, woke up after he had been hit on the head and saw someone hovering over something, but he couldn't tell what he was doing, so he ran for his life.

After a few more minutes, France stopped his assault. "And so ends Rome," he said as he kicked him one more time and walked away.

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HRE's assistant ran with all his might through the trees, though he stumbled because of the hit to the head. They weren't that far away from Italy's home, as he soon discovered. He knocked harshly on Italy's door until a light came on from within. The door opened to reveal Italy in his maid's clothes and a broom in his hand.

Italy smiled, "You're here with Holy…" But he was cut short when the man put up his hand. "What wrong? Where's Holy Rome?"

"We… We were attacked by someone!" That was all he was able to get out as he bent over and breathed heavily.

Italy dropped his broom and his eyes widened. He was too fast for the assistant to stop as he gathered the dress like attire in his hands and ran out into the night to look for his friend.

"HOLY ROME!"

"Italy, wait!" The assistant ran after him and grabbed his arm. "We can't search in the dark, let's wait until morning."

Italy collapsed to the ground and began trembling. Was Holy Rome okay or was he dead. The thoughts caused him to cry. "What if he's dead?"

The question almost pierced the man in the heart, but he knew they couldn't search in the dark. It was too dangerous and the figure that attacked could still be there.

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Prussia stumbled along in the woods, drunk. How he wished right then that he didn't like beer that much. He was going to have a headache in the morning. "I have to stop drinking so much." A chuckle escaped his lips. Like that would ever happen. He leaned up against a tree for support and slid carefully to the ground. It was damp but he really didn't mind much. He was tired. His head tipped back and rested against the trunk of the tree and he closed his eyes. Sleep slowly took over and before he knew it he was, as much he is ashamed to admit it, dreaming of running through a field of flowers.

SNAP! Prussia woke with a start at the sudden noise. He looked up at the bright sky. "Is it really morning?" He thought to himself. Looking around he saw the source of the noise was a deer walking not ten feet away from him. The abrupt movement that he made had startled the deer and it ran off. After the animal was gone, Prussia stood, but instantly fell back on the ground. His body ached all over because he had slept in the ground. He also had a killer headache and any quick movements cause him to get dizzy and feel nauseas. Clutching his stomach and clamping his hand to his mouth, he stopped the feeling of rising bile in his throat. When he felt some what better, he stood a bit more carefully and tried to see how well he could balance himself.

A wave of pain went through his head and made him lean against the tree for support. When the throb subsided he got back up and began to walk with great difficulty. Pressing his palm against his head, he stumbled along, trying to figure out where he was. This was, so far, not a good day. As he walked on, a pile of black cloth caught his attention. He approached with a somewhat curious expression on his face. The cloth, when he went to grab it, was wet with something. He pulled back his hand and saw that the liquid was red. Instantly all pain was gone and Prussia's eyes widened.

He pulled at the cloth, revealing a young blonde nation beneath it. "Oi!" Prussia yelled, lightly shaking him. He pressed his ear against the smaller nation's chest and listened for a heart beat. One presented itself and he let out a sigh of relief. Next he lifted his face close to his ear and listened for breathing. Once again he heard what he was looking for, but the young nation's breathing was very shallow.

Uncovering more of him, Prussia saw that the wounds on his body were very extensive. He was surprised that the blonde was still alive. He quickly picked him up and noticed that the road wasn't too far away. Remembering that Italy didn't live too far away, he wondered if he should take him there. He eventually decided that it would be best not to go there. He still didn't know who this nation was or what he was doing in the middle of nowhere. So with that he went in the opposite direction of Italy.

As he walked he noted that the small nation kind of looked like Germania. "Maybe he's a descendent of him…" Prussia thought to himself. Then it stuck him. If this nation that he was holding in his arms was related to Germania then that meant Prussia was also related to him. His breathe caught in his throat as he realized this. When he finally found the ability to breathe again, he laughed. There's no way they were related.

The walk back to his house was long and tiring, but that's what he gets for drinking so much last night. He let out a sigh and looked around for a good place to rest his legs. A groan stopped him and he looked down. The young nation was gasping in pain as consciousness threatened to bring him round. Prussia realized he couldn't stop and rest now; the country in his arms could die if he did.

As he thought of what to do, a carriage rode up beside him and stopped. "Prussia, is that you?" asked Austria as he stepped out.

"Austria! I'm so glad you showed up," Prussia exclaimed. He chuckled then continued, "Could you take me back to my house?"

Austria looked at the nation in Prussia's arms and cleared his throat, "What is that in your arms?"

When those words were said, Prussia backed away, "Why does is matter to you?"

"I'm just concerned that you're in over your head, that's all," Austria replied. He waited a couple of seconds then added, "So, where did you find that?"

"Why do you keep calling him 'that'? He's got a name."

"Then by all means, tell me what it is," Austria said submissively.

"I… don't know it," Prussia said slowly.

Prussia thought he saw Austria smirk and was about to punch him when he remembered the blonde in his arms. He looked to the ground and continued, "Please, would you just take me to my house?"

Austria was thrown off by the polite tone in Prussia's voice. Looking away from usually stern and excited nation he said, "Fine… get in."

Prussia smiled. "Thank you!" And with that he jumped into the carriage. He carefully laid the injured nation next to him on the seat, and they set off. The trip was ridden in silence until they reached Prussia's home. When they arrived Prussia said thank you again and took the boy inside.

Once the door was closed he laid the boy on this couch and began to peel away the clothing where the wounds were. He did his best to clean and bandage the injuries, but he still wasn't sure how bad it was. All he had to do now was wait until the young nation woke up. So Prussia pulled up a chair and soon fell asleep, despite the fact that it was only just after the lunch hour.

About 2 hours after he fell asleep, Prussia woke up from being tapped on the shoulder. He looked up and saw the young blonde staring at him with a confused look. Startled by the fact that the kid was now awake, he fell backwards out of the chair.

"Are you okay?" the boy asked, concerned.

Prussia began to laugh. The boy just asked if he was okay when the younger was close to death only a few hours before. "I'm fine, but how about you? I found you lying in the woods, dying."

The boy's eyes widened. Then he asked, "Umm… Who am I?"

Now it was Prussia's turn to be shocked. He didn't know who this nation was either, but something told him to lie. He remembered how he resembled Germania so without thinking he said, "Your name is Germany." Prussia clamped his hand over his mouth. What had he done? He just started a whole new life for this boy and all he had to do was give him a name.

"Germany…" the boy said as he contemplated who he was.

Prussia snapped out of his frenzy and looked back at the other nation. Inside he was leaping for joy at the chance to have a brother, but another part of him was yelling at him that this was a bad idea. What if someone came looking for him? He shook his head of the thoughts and added, "Yeah, and we're brothers. You must've hit your head pretty hard to forget that!"

The newly named country smiled at the idea of having a brother. "Umm, what's your name?"

"I'm Prussia!" He answered. He was beginning to believe his own lie.