Here's the second instalment! If you are reading this then that means that you actually like this story. Just to warn you the chapters may be short and not seem thought out very much. I realize this and it may or may not be changed. I'm writing this because I've had the idea for a while now and I need some way to get it out of my head! Stupid plot bunnies...Any ways, Prussia would you like to give the disclaimer?

Prussia:...*ignoring*

JG: Gil? Are you even listening to me?

Prussia: Nein. You made me look not awesome...*goes back to ignoring*

JG: *sighs* Prussia. Stop PMSing and just do the disclaimer. Or I will call Hungary. *smirks while waving her phone* I have her on speed dial.

Prussia: *staring at JG* You wouldn't...

JG: *still smirking* Wanna bet?

Prussia: *grubling* Crazy American chicks...

Gilbird: Piyo~?

Prussia: *crosses arms* JD doesn't own Hetalia or any of us Nations. So don't sue. *turns to JG* Happy?

JG: *smiles brightly* Yep! *turns to audience* Enjoy!

Ch. 2

Geeks are good at what they do

Dear Diary,

The Awesome me is STILL confused! SO NOT AWESOME!

It has been two weeks since I saw him. Fought him. Lost to him...I still couldn't believe it. He was still alive. Fanny said that he killed him...and that there was no way he would have survived. I checked. Scared the shit out of him, but still...This is so UNAWESOME! This is me! The AWESOME PRUSSIA! But, he's mien Bruderlein. Gah! That's it. I'm going to find him and when I do, he's gonna tell me EVERYTHING!

Your Awesomeness,

Prussia

I slammed closed the small black and white book before stashing it under my mattress. Ludwig at let me have some privacy. I grabbed my old messenger bag. It was faded, but the colors were still recognizable: black on top and bottom with white in between. It had been a gift from a friend not long after the wall went up. One of the few I had back then. I hadn't seen him since then either. But that was just as well. He would have grown old where as I would have stayed the same. Not awesome.

I walked out the front door and onto the almost empty streets of Berlin. I was going to see an old "friend" who still owed me a few favors. I would find out why those kids at the judges stand had called him 'Professor' as well as why he called himself 'Herr Leon'. Damn him! Now every time I look at either that stupid metal I got because he "forfeited" or even Westen I see him! Sometimes it's the little kid I used to pick on at Roderick's place or while I taught him to use a sword and others it's the adult version I fought. Either way it's damn annoying!

I sighed. I had called this "friend" a few days ago to find out what he could. We set up today as the meeting to exchange what info he found. The park wasn't that far away now. Just across the street.

I crossed with little trouble. No car could run me over. The driver of that BMW was just to distracted by my awesomeness!

"Estland!" I shouted when I saw the bespectacled blond.

"Preisimaal, you shouldn't use my country name. There are to many people." Estonia said, glaring a bit at me.

"Ja, ja. No need ton through a fit, Eddy." I smirked as the blond glared at me more.

"Eduard. Not Eddy." he said repositioning his glasses. "Here. It's all I could find on a professor named Leon who fit your descriptions. Although, 'Look at Westen' wasn't exactly a description." Once again he glared at me as I took the USB from him.

"Are you sure dat it's de same guy I saw?" My voice lost it's mocking tone. I was pleading and he knew it. It was so NOT awesome.

"No, but given what little information I had I am near positive that it's who you're looking for." With that he turned to leave.

"And Gilbert?" I looked up from the small black, plastic device that may contain my lost brothers identity. "You will destroy that tape, like we agreed?"

I smirked. "Consider it already gone, Eddy."

He nodded one last time and I went back to staring at the small device in my hands. I took care as I returned home not to damage the almost fragile drive. It was, after all, my only clue to figuring out if he really was who I believed him to be.

Ludwig and Feli were home by the time I got back. Asking the almost annoying questions of 'Where were you?' and 'How was your day?'. I gave my usual replies of 'No where you want to know of' and 'I'm still in one piece, aren't I?' and proceeded to my room. I kicked the door closed behind me. Taking an extra moment to turn the lock on the door handle. I wasn't going to stir up anything if this was nothing but me seeing things.

I grabbed my laptop and plugged in the drive. At first nothing happened then a box opened.

Do you want to open this device?

The mouse hovered over the 'yes' option. This was so unawesome of me. How could a dead brother intimidate me? Because he may not be as dead as you think...

The folder opened. Inside there were many files. Some newspaper articles. Both new and old. The link to a website. And several other various documents. I sighed.

"I might as vell begin vith de vebsite." I grumbled clicking on the link.

Firefox imeadeatly poped up. Then the site began to load, not nearly as fast as I wished. I nearly dropped my laptop at the picture I saw. It was him...

"Bruderlein..." I breathed the word as the rest of the of the site finished loading. I began to read what text was under his picture.

Professor Leon Hoffman heads the Historical department at Ruprecht Karl University of Heidelberg and is an accomplished historian. He is well known for his expertise on the Holy Roman Empire and the Thirty Years War (I cringed), as well as the histories of many of the countries that once formed the Holy Roman Empire from the middle ages to the present age in varying degrees.

Professor Hoffman is a duel resident of Germany and Italy. He is a graduate of Ruprecht Karl University of Heidelberg and of Scuola Leonardo da Vinci in Florence. He is as much of an artist as he is a historian.

The faculty, staff, and students of Ruprecht Karl University of Heidelberg are pleased to welcome Professor Leon as a part of it's community.

Released June 12, 2004

Article written by Katharina Koenig

I blinked. 2004? He's been in Germany for four years? Maybe longer? Why was it that he only showed up now? Why hadn't he shown himself earlier?

I felt tears sting my eyes, but I shook them away. It was NOT AWESOME to cry. Not awesome at all. I took a breath and dived back into the information. Reading as much as I could. Classes. University. Lived on the outskirts of Heidelberg. That meant driving just under six hours.

I ran a hand through my hair. This was going to be hard to explain to Ludwig, but then again he has no secrets from Feli...Nein. I wont tell him. Not yet anyways. So ja. A plan.

I spent the next two hours after supper, Ludwig dragged me down stairs to eat, planning when to leave and what time I should be back by. Since it wasn't uncommon for me to disappear for several days at a time without calling, I would be fine until then. But hopefully I would have meine answers before then.

I changed my clothes and set my alarm clock. Tomorrow was not a day to sleep in. Ja. Tomorrow would be the start of an adventure worthy of the awesome me. I climbed into bed. A small blond boy clad in black the last image I saw.

I'm coming bruderlein...

And there ya have it! I'm not going to laden you with author's comments...

Transulations:

Mein Bruderlein – My little brother (German)

Herr – Mr./Sir (German)

Westen – West (German)

Estland – Estonia (German)

Preisimaal – Prussia (Estonia)

Ja, ja – Yes, yes (German)

If any of my translations are wrong, feel free to correct me.