Under Investigation XI

This will be like what I did on the South Pole (which no one really cared about, which I'm fine with) but this one is a little elaboration on what Prussia was talking about last chapter, after seeing the statue of the German Empire.

It was a cold night, on the eighteenth of January, 1871.

The wind howled, but didn't cover up the wailing of a sick man, writhing in his bed.

Germany sat, squirming in his bed, yowling as pains in his stomach appeared and attacked. Prussia sat next to him, sweating up a storm, trying to find out what was wrong.

"Ach! This is horrible!" "I noticed when you said that the first fourteen times!" Germany curled in on himself, finally going out cold from pain. Prussia, however, didn't notice this. He was too busy, fretting in the kitchen getting a hot rag.

When Prussia walked in, he went silent, aside from the splat of him dropping the wet rag on the floor, and then he screamed, startling the sleeping man awake.

"Vas?" "Who the hell are you, and where is Germ-Ludwig!" The man was huge, barely fitting in the bed. His feet hung over the edges, due to his sheer height and size. "He is me now." The man said creepily, and Prussia slowly realized, whatever this thing was, it wasn't telling a lie. Blond hair, blue eyes, and a iron cross necklace.

"Let Ludwig go, demon!" "I'm no demon.. I'm The German Empire." "Empire? Says who?" "Says me." He stood up from the bed, Germany's night clothes much too small, but Prussia still found him intimidating. He had a creepy, cheerful air to him.

And Prussia wasn't having any of it.

"Look, I'm gonna be here a while, and if it makes you feel any better, I didn't want to be here either. I was gliding up to heaven, and now I'm this guy, being threatened by a East German with a stick."

Prussia had to side with him, he was in Ludwig's body, and if he brought this to Britain he'd never hear the end of it. Britain had a big mouth after all. If he made Germany the laughing stock of the world, with all said and done, Angel Demon Thing ripped out of Ludwig, Ludwig would be mad too.

And Prussia came to learn that people couldn't see the western German's facial and hair length changes, only his height and muscle distribution differences.

This Germany was more muscular, and tended to lean over people instead of stare them down. He was tall enough as to where he could lean over someone, and they would have to look all the way up to see his face.

He preferred to be called Wolfgang, since that was his name. At one point, he'd died, a German citizen, and suddenly he was in another body.

Prussia was actually sad to see the Imperialist go, but happy to see the actual Ludwig, even if he had a completely destroyed economy and was beaten to a pulp.

Then HE showed up.. No, it didn't deserve that title. He was an IT, not a HE. A similar occurrence of sickness, and another passing out, but this Germany was different from the Empire. This one was pure evil. It had red eyes, blood colored and blood shot unlike Prussia's. And also unlike the Empire, this one was CERTAINLY a demon..

It was even bigger than the Imperialist. It was taller, had more muscle to it, and had twenty million fold the evil. The Imperialist was nice, if quick to anger, but IT was ALWAYS angry. "Hello, Gilly!" It's singsong voice called out upon it's waking up.

"Eek! How the hell do you know my name? Who are you? What's up with your eyes?!" "Because I AM you.. And this poor bastard." "That's my bruder you're talking about!" "And I am supposed to give a damn?" Prussia glared at it, before realizing all was true. It was Prussia, mixed with Germany, an almost 70-20 balance. Bits of blond, but mostly grey. Red, but flecks of blue in the eyes.

But the face, was all Prussia. And he hated it.

"Now, if you'll get the hell out of my way, I've got a Poland to murder.." "Aye! You aren't even been in my-err-Ludwigs-and-my-body for more than fifteen minutes, you can't just go around killing nations!" It shoved Prussia into the wall, landing him on his knees. "." It said slowly and creepily, the voice too cheerful to have any honesty to it. This was truly a demon.

It caused havoc, and due to no one else being able to see that it wasn't Germany, but a monster, it was attacked without mercy, to the allies thinking it being another "Episode" of his.

Finally, after a long war full of death of culture, proper science, ethics, and people, it was over. The German Man Mountain finally fell, a hole placed between it's eyes by Prussia. Prussia had cried for two hours, cradling Germany and the Walther P38.

Thankfully, the west German was still alive, if only placed in a coma.

Prussia waited an agonizing forty five years before he could talk to Germany again, as the two were separated after the war ended. They wrote letters, and threw them across the two sides of the Berlin Wall, trying to maintain contact.

Prussia cried at the thought of how they had been separated.

He remembered rushing alongside a stretcher in the west German hospital, before Russian soldiers had him escorted back to the east side of the wall, against his will. "Mein bruder ist top priority! H-Hey, let me go!" "Shut up, peasant. Head back to East. Or else.." "Fuck your less convenient second option! I'm staying here!"

Those words got him hit with the butt of a rifle and thrown into the back of a cargo truck headed for east Germany, where he was forced to spend the rest of the U.S.S.R's Berlin wall's existence.

The moment the two spotted each other was amazing. Massive amounts of "Ich Liebe Dich"'s were shared, lots of hugs, and many, many celebrations afterward.

Prussia sits at night now, and prays like mad, that Germany never be possessed again. He liked him the way he was. Deutsch.

Well, that was short and kinda unsweetened, and I don't blame anyone for thinking this was rushed. Because it was.