I ran to my dad, Girlbird still my hands, and found him discussing something with Mr. Germypants. "Gilbert told me something-."
"Oh, Kenni this is Ludwig," said dad. On Ludwig's lap was Patriot. He seemed to like this German dude.
"DAD! Gilbert told me something," I said. "He said you were countries and that you are the United States of America!"
Alfred got very pale, "Umm. He's right."
I felt my eye twitch in annoyance. "You. Are. An. IDIOT IF YOU THINK I'M GONNA BELIVE THAT!" I shouted at him. I spooked Gilbird and he flew out my hands.
"No, it's true," said Alfred.
My brain froze as my brain processed everything. Then I bolted out the room, out the door, and into the streets of Berlin. After a while my legs felt sore and I was totally out of breath. I could feel my heartbeat all over my body, every breath I took felt like I was inhaling nails. So I walked and tried to level out my breathing.
The pain in my lungs was a pleasant distraction from the confusion I felt in my head. After a while the pain subsided. I came up with two conclusions; either Alfred was telling the truth about being a country, or Alfred was lying to me. Both conclusions ended with me hitting my dad over the head with a blunt object.