4th of August
When the doorbell rang it was still morning and the Belgian jumped a little out of shock. She walked over to the front door and opened it just to find a slightly reddend German.
„Guten Morgen, Ludwig.", she said and let him in before she took the huge bouquet of flowers he got for her. „Come in", she added and walked back to the kitchen.
Belgium sighed as she entered the kitchen and noticed the smell of burned waffles. In the next moment she threw the waffle iron against the wall and sank down to the floor, little tears trailing down her cheeks.
„Bella …" Ludwig wanted to help her get up and comfort her but he knew it wasn't the right time for him to touch her. Not today.
100 years ago
A harsh knocking on the door made Belgium wake up. She ran downstairs, still in her nightgown because she thought it could be an emergency but when she opened the door and saw a tall, blonde male with stern blue eyes she closed it immediately. Somehow the male managed to slip his foot into the frame oft he door and left enough space for him to pull it open again.
„Go away, Germany!", the Belgian screamed, not even using his human name. „I still won't let you pass."
The German made his way into the house and locked the door. „We don't care anymore. Didn't you hear it yet? We declared war!"
Belgiums expression changed rapidly. The angry face she just had faded away and left nothing but fear. Then she turned away to run to the back door. But Germany was faster than her and grabbed one of her wrists to drag her in her room.
„Go away!", she screamed again, „Leave me alone. Leave us alone." She won't give up defending her people. Since a few days she could feel the fear of them. The voices of crying children echoed in her head since days.
„Shut up!", the male yelled at her, rubbing his temples before he tossed her on the bed. „You should've corporated with me…", his big hand roughly grabbed her left shoulder and pushed her down into the sheets.
His other hand unbuckled his belt to wrap it around her wrists and tied her to the bedpost while his nails dug into her skin and left scratch marks on her shoulder.
„… now it's too late"
Today
„… I'm so sorry.", he added and cleaned up the mess she made, before he placed a plate with strawberries infront of her and sat down on the floor by her side.