Chapter 3: The Source of the Problems
Germany returned home after another hard day of training. Italy and Japan have been working harder after the confrontation. Germany still felt terrible for scaring Italy so badly. But if Germany lost this war, he knew something bad would happen to him. He learned this from a source. A source that has been visiting him in his dreams.
Germany was reluctant to go to bed. He knew the voice would appear to him again tonight to harass him. But he needed a good rest so he'd be ready for tomorrow. He lied down and slowly dozed off into a deep sleep.
"You all are still not good enough." The voice rang through Germany's head.
"We're trying our best!" Germany was surrounded by an eternal darkness. The voice seemed omniscience, it was no where to be seen. His voice resembled Germany's but it was more sharp, and cold.
"Perhaps threatening them will help! Or whipping them." The voice had no remorse. It was dead serious.
"I would never do that to them. They're my friends."
"Friends? When did Ludwig ever have friends? They're simply your underlings, your minions!"
"Stop!" Germany fell to his knees and covered his ears with his hands. The words burnt him. He loved Italy and Japan. He couldn't imagine them as his minions yet a small part of his mind has strayed to the idea many times before.
"If you don't want them as your minions then you should kill them off! They won't help you with the war against England anyway." The voice talked as if he had no soul. He talked like killing someone was a normal, everyday act. Germany grind his teeth in anger at the voice but he had nothing to attack. His enemy was invisible to him.
"Now, about that war with England. I say we bomb him before he gets the chance to attack us! Bomb him right at London. Secretly at night, where no one will expect it. And if you still want to keep those little minions, ask them to cut England's access to resources. He'll suffocate." The voice chuckled a low, menacing laugh.
"You're sick! He may be my enemy but that torture is far too twisted."
"Says the one who gassed millions in World War II." Germany sighed. He made a good point. Germany rubbed his forehead in frustration and regret. He never wanted to be the villain in World War II. It was the voice in his head. That sadistic voice. And now he has returned.
"But you're the one who told me to." The voice paused but began laughing again.
"Yes, but I am you Ludwig." Germany looked up confused. A flash of red woke him from his dream. He was sweating. That was what he has been experiencing for the past several days. He squeezed his pillow and thought about what the voice said. "But I am you Germany." It rang through him and gave him chills.
England ran to his home in the rain. His tears were mixed in with the rain. When he got home, flying mint bunny greeted him.
"What's the matter?"
"Everything." He leaned against the door and sunk to the ground in depression. A few leprechauns came to him to cheer him up along with his fairies. Even Captain Hook and Uni were comforting the sad England.
"Is Oliver here?" England lifted his head.
"No, thankfully." Captain hook looked around as he spoke. Suddenly, a fairy gasped. The leprechauns ran away in fear.
"I can hear his footsteps," Uni said reluctantly. She started backing away from England along with all his other friends. England banged his head on the door.
"Damn."
The footsteps slowly got louder but nothing could be seen. England couldn't see Oliver. Oliver was an invisible imaginary friend. England's visible imaginary friends are terrified of him.
"Hello, my dear Arthur!" The voice sounded like England's but it was cheery in a creepy way. Like the voice of a clown. England sighed.
"The Allies didn't agree on having the first move."
"Oh, what a shame. I guess you'll just have to kill them then!" England looked in the direction of the voice in shock.
"Excuse me?"
"Kill them! They aren't helping you anyway! It'll be fun!" The voice was even more happy after mentioning killing.
"Oliver! What the bloody hell! I'm not killing them."
"Awwww, why not?"
"Are you sick in the head? I love them all! And America's my brother!"
"No, he's only your adopted brother. You found him remember?"
"I still consider him my brother."
"You shouldn't. Kill him, cut him into a million pieces!" The voice wasn't cheery anymore. It was dark and low. England got up and started punching the air in front of him.
"You Psycho! Get out of my life!" The imaginary friends all watched in horror as England punched at nothing. Oliver just laughed sinisterly.
"You silly fool. You can't punch me because I'm you!" England stopped punching and let his arms drop to his sides.
"Good day, Arthur!" The voice laughed again and then it faded away. England breathed heavily as tears began streaming down his face again. He sunk to the floor. Oliver has been harassing him for a while now. He appeared briefly during the War of 1812, when Oliver forced Arthur to burn America's capital. England rubbed his eyes.
"Damn you Oliver."
