Betrayal
Oh, this is going to be fun.
Prussia watched as Ludwig shoveled down his wurst. The idiot. Once upon a time he had loved his little brother. Loved him with all his heart. Loved him so much he had been blind to his treachery. The pain of betrayal was still raw in his heart.
Germany unexpectedly face-planted in his wurst.
Prussia actually laughed out loud. Even now, he still believed in God, though he hadn't been the Teutonic Knights for centuries. And God's answer to his thoughts showed that God still believed in him. Too late, God, Prussia thought. I'm not the little angel you once knew.
He threw his unconscious brother over his shoulder without looking at him, strangled by bitterness and hatred and hurt. And he walked out to the waiting limousine, thinking They will pay. They will all pay.
