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Chapter Six: Days with Italy? Oh Boy …!
September 30, 19XX
- Prussia's Point of View –
While America was having his own internal conflicts across the Atlantic, and Germany was discovering the horrible side effects of tomatoes, one very awesome Prussian was going through his little brother's desk.
I was totally investigating West's super un-awesome desk while he was out with Ita-chan at the Plenarbereich Reichstagsgebäude [Plenary Area Reichstag Building]. I had promised the almost-as-awesome-as-me Al-boy that I would figure out what the heck West was doing! He can't just send his boss to threaten my genial [awesome] boss just to change my cities' names and kill my people! That was so nicht genial [not awesome]! Plus, Liberty was sitting on the balcony waiting for another letter to bring back.
So, if all of you people out there are wondering why I am not in the library reading West's diary, it's because his library's locked. Also, if you're wondering who 'West' and 'Al-boy' are, here's a reference list for you. West refers to my precious little brother Germany, Al-boy equals America, and Birdie is Canada. Ita-chan and Brother Dearest are Feliciano and Lovino (South Italy/Romano) respectively. Japan's ... a special case since he's got all those honorifics; I'll either call him Japan-kun, Kiku-kun, or Kiku. I can't think of any others right, but I'll definitely get back to you later about them!
Okay, so we all know I tried to clean other nicht genial [not awesome] countries' houses when I was bored ... Well, if you don't know, I went to my precious little brother's house, Sweden's, Austria's, Ita-chan's, Switzerland's, and Japan's house. You can read all about my adventures on 'おそうじプロイセンさん' [Cleaning Prussia-san]. I asked Al-boy to do me a favor and upload my adventures onto his 'computer' thing ... maybe it's some future thing; I'll have to get him to tell me how he got it ... Anyway, I wanted to show François and Antonio that I really did go try to clean people's houses. Though when I read West's diary, I didn't understand what 'EU' meant. Is it also another future thing?!
Therefore, here I am, searching through his desk to try and find the key to it! Opening a few drawers ('He's still cleaning up everything by himself, huh... hope he doesn't overdo it'), I quickly find the key and head over to the library.
On my way there, I pass by a photo, one that I thought I would never see again after I lost my copy in the some of the fires on my house when the unification of Germany became official. I stopped a bit, reminiscing on old times. The picture was of me and all of my little brothers, including West. He looked younger than he did now, and was not quite as tall. I was slightly bowing down, patting West's head as we gazed at the camera. Back then, we had thirty-three different brothers, though a lot of them disappeared when they retired and gave responsibility over to West. I know a lot of them are just relaxing and enjoying life again, like Saxony, Bayern, and Hessen are.
All of us still get together at family reunion days. Usually one of my precious younger brothers would start feeling a bit lonely. So, as the genial [awesome] big brother, I would gather everyone up to have some genial [awesome] family bonding time. This usually happens a few times every year, that way none of us would lose contact with each other. I heard how Al-boy was doing with his brothers through his letters, and for a while, his situation seemed pretty bad. The genial [awesome] me has been trying to give genial advice on how to connect with his family, but it didn't seem to be working.
Al-boy and Birdie have always been special to me. They were what I considered family. Even if I could use the Kleindeutsche Lösung [Lesser Germany Solution] on them, I never would. They're too genial [awesome] for that. The moment they heard that my house had caught on fire due to the unification of Germany and the loss of my lands, they ceded part of their territory that has Prussians living in it to me to stop both the fires and my disappearance. That's why I still have most of my genial [awesome] house today! I've nie [never] forgotten their kindness. I couldn't stand to see either of them hurt.
Therefore, I so did nicht ehrfürchtig [not awesomely] freak out when I didn't hear from Al-boy for year after the Great Depression ('Okay ... so maybe I did a little ... but I did it ehrfürchtig [awesomely]!'). Seems like he tried getting back to me first thing, because his handwriting ('Which, I might add, is surprisingly neat and vornehm [elegant]; I guessed he practiced a lot since the Revolutionary times ... or maybe it was neat to begin with.') was really shaky. That letter was the only time I ever got any information about his year-long coma. He never mentioned it again, and whenever I asked about it, I would never get an answer.
So ... I might have tipped off to Birdie that Al-boy had gotten into a coma after the Great Depression. I needed to help Al-boy is some way. I mean, seriously! It's totally nicht genial [not awesome] to just ignore your own brother to the point that you don't even know that he's gotten hurt in some way! I might not seem like it, but I value family deeply! A lot of European cultures do, like the Italy brothers, the Baltic Threesome, and the Nordics. Heck, even England and his brothers will help each other in times of need! You can't just ignore familie [family]. Nie [Never]. Nein fragen gestellt [No questions asked].
I was getting distracted. Clearing my head, I continued to walk toward the library, making a mental not to ask West for a copy of the picture. Opening the library, I closed the door behind me and locked it just in case. Turning around, I quickly scanned the room for West's diary. Ha! Bingo! Now, let's see here...
Month May Day 5, 19XX
My economy seems to have gotten better these past few years ... I can thank my new boss for that. He often says 'Ein Volk, ein Reich, ein Führer' ['One People, One Nation, One Leader']. I find myself saying it recently. It has helped build the morale of my people.
It seems that after I subtly fired Feliciano by telling him it was vacation, he seemed to get a new boss as well. I don't know whether that is good or not ... further forschung [investigation] is needed.
However, it seems he is focused on Ethopia. His forces have occupied her capital, አዲስ አበባ [Addis Abäba]. I do not know what to make of it...
Month May Day 7, 19XX
Feliciano has annexed Ethiopia.
I continue to prepare for my revenge against France. Soon, I will declare war against the world. Ein Volk, ein Reich, ein Führer [One People, One Nation, One Leader].
Month July Day 18, 19XX
Spain has gone into civil war. The nationalist forces are led by Francisco Franco y Bahamonde against the current republican government. My boss seems to be interested in the nationalist forces...
Feliciano's brother, Romano, has become concerned.
Things have been progressing nicely in Germany. I repeat a fellow reporter from earlier this day:
"The German army is so strong! With might strong enough to snap bamboo, they're off to beat up a certain beardy bastard! At this rate, it's only a matter of time until Paris gets roughed up!"
Month October Day 25, 19XX
I have received awful news ... I shall record the day's events here.
I was ecstatic due to the production rate of my country's industry. I had recovered from the Great Depression and was finally self-sufficient.
That day, I was wearing my usual green Waffen-SS [Armed SS] officers' uniform. As I was gloating on how I could defeat France, one of my men came over, looking quite disheveled. I soon found out why...
"Germany, this is bad! The situation is terrible! Italy has become you ally!"
Distressed, I immediately called Hungary, knowing that she knew Feliciano better than I did. The dial tone rang, and then a feminine voice answered the phone.
"Szia [Hello]?"
"Guten Tag [Hello], Hungary. This is Germany. I am calling about Italy."
"Why szia [hello], Germany-chan! What do you want to know about Italia-chan?" she replied cheerfully.
"Hungary, you've known him for a long time, right? Is there a way to shut him up?" I hurriedly asked.
"Why would you want to shut him up? Isn't he csinos [cute] and jókedv [fun]?" Hungary asked.
"No, it isn't fun."
"Oh? Really? Sajnálom [I'm sorry] ... Well then, all you have to do is take care of him, play with him, be friendly to him, never leave him alone, feed hi-"
"... Hey, look, I'm not that guy's babysitter," I insisted, cutting her off.
"Well, just try being his friend. It can't be all that bad, right?" she asked.
"... Sehr gut [Very well]. Auf Wiedersehen [Good-bye], Hungary. I will discuss this later with you," I relented.
"Búcsú [Good-bye], Germany-chan! And good luck!" she replied.
I hung up after that... and Italy arrived later that afternoon.
He came to my house wearing a blue World War II military uniform. Shouting excitedly, he said, "Germany, from now on we're comrades! I look forward to working with you! I just figured, you and me, together we'll be unstoppable! Don't you agree, Germany?"
Resigning to my fate, I asked, "Uh, so ... so you've finished your preparations, I'd surmise?"
"Prepare? Prepare what?" he replied.
"..."
This guy had prepared nothing! I quickly kicked him back to his house, hoping that he would stay there. Relaxing a bit, I turned away from the window. I couldn't deal with this right now...
"Germany~, I was thrown back here," the familiarly annoying voice called.
Turning back to the window, I yelled, "Stay away! What do you want?!" Feliciano had this ridiculous happy smile on his face, with a leaf on his head.
"I want to be your friend! Let's be allies! I've always been under other's control, so I've always wanted a friend! I feel like we can be friends! You'll help when I'm in trouble, and when you're in trouble I'll go help you!" he replied.
"Friend, huh…? I don't have any of those, so I don't really know…" I started uncertainly. Nonetheless, I was somewhat moved that he wanted to be friends and agreed. "I see... friends! Okay!"
"Yeah, friends!" he replied, wrapping his arm around my shoulder.
Therefore, at Berlin in the Reichskanzlei [Reich Chancellery], Herr [Sir] Hitler signed the Stahlpakt [Pact of Friendship and Alliance between Germany and Italy] with Herr [Sir] Benito Mussolini. Originally, Japan was going to sign it as well, but there was a disagreement between our bosses.
For now, it seems the alliance with Japan will be postponed. The original name of the pact (The Pact of Blood) has been changed to the Pact of Steel since the name of the pact would likely be received poorly in Feliciano's country.
My days with Feliciano as my friend have started. Why do I have a bad feeling about this...
Month November Day 4, 19XX
I do not think Feliciano can fight is this war...
Earlier Today:
"Heeeey, Germany! I made some preparations to become your comrade!" he shouted.
"Hmph, it's already been ten days, but whatever. Go for it," I replied.
Opening his suitcase that he brought, he started pointing out objects that I find have no use on the battlefield. "First, here's some pasta and pasta, and ingredients and wine and pasta and fruit ... and then some pasta!" he pointed.
All the ingredients were sparkling, but I wasn't paying attention to that. I whacked him, yelling, "Wait a second. What kind of preparations are these!?"
"Oh, that's right. You want something we can use during battle, right? I brought one for you, too!"
"... One for me, too?"
"Yup! I didn't sleep yesterday because I spent the whole time making them!"
"So it's hand-made...?"
He took us to the field outside my house. Standing there were too while flags. One had 'Germany surrenders' on it while the other had 'Italy surrenders'.
"I made them myself, y'know!" he stated proudly.
"Why are you so ready to lose the war, pray tell?" I muttered while sitting down next to the flag. Next to me, Italy had sat down too.
"Even a girl could use these!" he tried showing off.
I am very tempted to just leave Italy tied up at his home and leave him there. While my soldiers will be surviving on boiled potatoes, it seems Italian soldiers will eat a full-course meal ... regardless of the situation. Italy is definitely not prepared for war.
The Stahlpakt [The Pact of Steel] that we signed ten days ago shows proof enough. I cannot wage war until four years later, in 19XX. Herr Hitler and I cannot wait that long...
Month November Day 5, 19XX
Italy really does seem defenseless...
Once again, Feliciano came to me with his apparently new preparations.
"Germany~, Germany~. Since you got mad at me last time, this time I brought a good one!" he called over, waving his arm again, just like the day before.
"Finally. I'll see if it's really good or not, so show it to me," I replied.
"Ah, okay! It's like this. Ta-daaaaaaaaah!" he stated, opening his suitcase, which had pizza this time on top of everything from before, like the wine and canned tomatoes.
"It's the same thing!" I yelled at him, "Do you really think you can fight with equipment like this?" Trying to make a point, I poked him in the nose.
"Hmm?"
"Don't you have anything that we can use in battle other than white flags?" I asked.
"All I have is Mr. Machilavelli," he replied, pulling him out of a suitcase.
Niccolo Machiavelli? Isn't he the author who wrote The Prince and grieved over Italy's weakness, so he wrote his strategic theories down and published them? Weren't those strategic theories useless when they were put into practice in real combat?
"Sorry, but we can't use him," I quickly replied.
How is Feliciano ever going to get through this war?
Month November Day 15, 19XX
Herr [Sir] Hitler has given support to the Francisco Franco's forces. He has sent several hundred troops and the Legion Condor [Condor Legion], a unit composed of volunteers from the Luftwaffe [German Air Force] and the Wehrmacht Heer [German Defense Force Army], to help support Nationalist operations to capture Madrid, Spain.
Spain has locked himself up in his house. Italy's brother Lovino, whom I have still not met face to face, is deeply concerned since Spain and Romano have known each other for a long time.
According to Lovino, he can hear fighting noises inside Spain's house. This probably means that Spain has split into two, and is currently fighting against the other. I do not know who represents which side due to the lack of contact. No one has been able to get into Spain's house since the civil war started.
Feliciano, out of concern for both his brother and Spain, has sent troops to Spain as well. I do not know if this will be effective against the Spanish forces.
I hope I do not ever go through civil war.
Month November Day 23, 19XX
Feliciano requested to cook today. His pasta was not bad... but it seems I have upset him somehow.
Earlier Today:
"Germany~, Germany~. I'm gonna cook something to commemorate the beginning of our friendship, so can I use the kitchen?" he asked excitedly, pointing his hand toward the kitchen. He was wearing his black tie outside of his military uniform.
"I don't mind, but if you do, keep it clean. Be careful if you use flour or oil," I replied.
As he went to go cook, I couldn't stand still and do nothing. Even if Italy was very good at cooking, and should be relatively neat in his methods, I needed to make sure he didn't do anything wrong or mess up.
Taking a cloth with me, I entered the kitchen. While he was cooking, I started cleaning up a bit after him, a few things here and there. They were nothing too big, but things that could be easily missed.
About halfway during his cooking, he looked at me worriedly. "Oh, don't mind me," I replied casually. This was a common occurrence in my country. I always help Prussia clean while he is cooking and vice versa. However, he does say that his cleaning is much more ehrfurcht gebietend [awesome].
Feliciano looked very uncomfortable the rest of the time and during eating. He was unusually quiet, even when I praised him for the pasta. He left to go back home for a bit after that.
Did I do something wrong?
Prussia paused in his reading. It seemed that West was having trouble with Ita-chan, but this was three years ago.
'Huh? The pages after this entry seemed to be marked differently. I wonder what that means. I'll have to continue reading and figure out what's wrong with West. Sorry, West...' I thought.
And so, Prussia continues his investigation of the past events of his precious little brother, West.
To be continued...
This is the end of Chapter Six! Hope you enjoyed it! It was 2,900+ words ... oh my ...
I'm sorry I took so long with this chapter. It was hard getting into the mind-set of Prussia and Germany. I hope they didn't sound too out of character...
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