A/N Thank you IWantsRussia for the favorite! usually I don't update nearly this fast but reviews keep me motivated! :)


Germany opened the door to his house, briefly illuminating the shadowy interior with the outside lamp lights before he shut the door. He shrugged off his jacket in the dark hall and hung it on the nearby hooks. It left him in his long sleeved dress shirt. Most people would have thought wearing a jacket, on top of a full uniform and a long sleeved shirt in the heat would have been absolutely miserable. He used to think the same way, but times had changed. The numbers flared again causing him to grit his teeth. Somewhat unsteadily he walked to his room and lay back. The argument was bringing up way too many memories. Plus the burning had continued all the way from the meeting. He was exhausted, the pain compounding with the already existing exhaustion. He drifted off into an uneasy sleep.


Prussia and Italy head it back to the meeting silently each thinking about Germany's condition. When they were sure they were out of earshot from Germany and any other countries, they looked at each other both with their mouths open as if to say something. Italy motioned for Prussia to go first.

"We should get back to the meeting but after we need to talk"

"Agreed" resolve had hardened the normally soft hazel eyes. They walked back in taking their seats a minuet before the meeting was going to start again.

"Where is Germany?" questioned England during role call

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! first of all technically I am half of Germany, the awesome Prussian half of course, and second he wasn't feeling well and so he headed home" Prussia responded at this whispers broke out in the room. America went in for a save.

"Guys, guys I know how to fix global warming" he paused for dramatic effect "a giant hero robot!" on cue, groans and arguments immediately broke out around the table. Prussia nodded gratefully at America, who only smiled back.


He was on a gray flat plain. 'Where am I?' Germany thought he turned and saw a fence. He knew now, 'the camps' he let out a small sigh before, a sudden wind seemed to tear it from his lips gunshots rang out, and he was reliving another true nightmare. More gunshots, a girl screaming, images raced faster and faster past his closed eyelids with ferocious accuracy. The feel of a weapon being shoved into his hands and being commanded to shoot. The white hot feel of a bullet passing though. The continuous onslaught for beatings and cruel taunts. He gasped trying to pull it under control trying to pull himself out of this living nightmare, but it only proceeded to dissolve into further chaos.


"So that concludes the meeting" America announced. Gratefully all the nations left most with varying degrees of headaches, as usual, nothing really got accomplished accept a lot of yelling, and there was a lot more without Germany there to restore order. But as usual, no one was faster leaving the meeting than Prussia. But it was not because of his general reasons, the meeting wasn't awesome enough, these nations weren't awesome enough and so on. No the reason was that he was genuinely worried about Germany. He had taught the kid (kid in his eyes) everything he knew so he could read him like an open book if he wanted to. Key word there: if. But this time it was serious, West was hiding something from him and whatever he was hiding was hurting him a lot. So what kind of brother would he be not to try and figure it out especial because of all what had happened today.


Italy was hot on Prussia's heels, determined to figure out how to make Doitsu better. And the way he had held on to his left arm so tightly was definitely off. Anyways the least he could do is make Doitsu pasta, because pasta can fix everything.


Germany tossed restlessly half mumbling words. Unconsciously his right hand was thrown out from the blankets trying to sooth the burning pain coming from it.


"WEST~! OH WEST! WHERE ARE YOU!?" Prussia's loud and joyful tone was just used to cover his nervousness. He had gotten home late because no matter how he protested France and Spain had managed to drag him off to go drinking, he had only just managed to escape. Italy had wanted to come too, but his brother Romano had dragged him off muttering something about how 'The #$%^&* Potato #$%^&*' didn't need any sympathy. Prussia had felt a twinge of sadness at the look from Italy's face, he had looked so depressed.

He waited a second before yelling again "OI WEST!", still no response. This worried him slightly but after seeing Germanys jacket hung up next to the door ('such a neat freak'), he attempted to remain logical (it was very difficult) then proceeded to check all the rooms in the house. He not so quietly flung open Germanys bedroom door, and saw him asleep. He then heaved a sigh in relief, grateful that the silence in the house wasn't because of something worse. Then something caught his eye. The moonlight was filtering in through the gap in the curtains causing it to light the objects it hit up with a bright intensity in the otherwise dark room. A particularly bright strip caught his eye. There as if underlined by the band aid, Germany had put on for a paper cut before the meeting had gone sour (the papers had managed to slide between his glove, jacket and sleeve), were what appeared to be numbers. He couldn't really make out what they were at first, writing them off as strange shadows but they seemed too uniform. As he moved closer they became clearer. He recoiled in shock and made a small noise when he saw that they did indeed seem to be numbers. The noise was enough to have his brother to shift restlessly, obscuring his arm, and the numbers, from view. Prussia began to think, trying to deny the idea that was rapidly taking shape in his head. He questioned his own vision wondering if he had really seen it or was he just imagining things. But he did know this for certain, West was hiding something, and he wasn't going to stop until he found out exactly what it was.


A/N DUN DUN DUUNNNN! Things just got interesting. I have a poem that fits w/ chptr 2. should I include it?