And now the next phase of this story begins. I really hope to get around actually writing about pre-world war scenarios that work in canon, because a lot of what's going to happen doesn't at all. Maybe one day when I finish this huge thing.
Anyway, enjoy!
If Ludwig felt nervous the first time he was supposed to meet countries, he didn't even know how to describe how much he wanted to run straight back to his house and keep himself there.
But he didn't. He knew how much he had to do this. His people would need him to take charge now more than ever. The economy was more than just failing, it was dying, and he needed to fix it. Apparently, America was having these issues as well, as his Wall Street had crashed very recently, and his health wasn't holding up well. Speaking of people's health…
Prussia hadn't been feeling well in general, but his declining political power did not help. In fact, Germany's connection to his people was finally starting to come into effect, as he was starting to feel off, being unfocused and constantly getting incessant headaches.
And so, with his pure white gloves he opened the door to the large building and walked through the halls. He saw several countries roaming the halls, looking at paperwork.
Gilbert walked in behind him, contrasting Ludwig's suit by wearing a casual shirt and denim jeans.
"Okay, the meeting is going to start in five, so we should get moving."
"Right." Gilbert said, not bothering to make eye contact with him.
As they walked through the halls to the meeting room, they got a few awkward stares, obviously noticing that he were new, their questioning eyes flashing with curiosity.
Ludwig and Gilbert walked into the meeting room, and instantly Ludwig could feel the weight of everyone's stares.
He quickly ignored the sudden attention drawn to him and walked to the seat marked with the name Germany.
On his right there was the "Prussia" name tag, and to the left of him was one marked "N. Italy" who was not here yet, apparently. As he pulled out his paperwork, he took note of the murmuring and whispers going around the room.
"He's back?"
"How is he alive?"
"That doesn't look like Viktor…"
"No way…"
He looked up for a brief moment to see them. Some curious, some suspicious,
And some scared…
It never left Ludwig's mind that he was taking the place of a position that is known for being so terrible. He'd figured that out himself.
What he was afraid to think about were the things Viktor did to these people in front of him.
"Okay, the meeting is officially starting now, please find your seats." England said sternly.
Everyone got to their assigned seats and sat down, when suddenly, two auburn haired nations burst through the door.
"I'm sorry I'm sorry!" The lighter haired one cried. "I overslept this morning!"
"You oversleep every day, you bastard!" The other said in an annoyed tone.
England rolled his eyes. "Just sit down, already."
The two nations, brothers, sat next to each other, the lighter haired one next to Ludwig.
He was not shy however to completely flesh out the blonde nation with his eyes, as he looked at the nametag, then to Ludwig, and back.
Ludwig bit his lip and closed his eyes in annoyance.
"Does this person have any manners? I'm trying to look as friendly as possible, and he isn't making it very easy…"
Ludwig looked at the nametag again.
"North Italy?"
"Now, before we start, I would like to introduce a returning member of the nations." England said.
Ludwig swallowed.
"Germany has returned to us with a new face. Please give him the respect a fellow nation would deserve."
A wave of murmurs started around the room.
"It's really him!"
"How did this happen?"
"I don't want to fight again!"
"Verdammt…" Ludwig muttered to himself.
"Germany! You're here!"
Ludwig turned in shock to see Italy tugging at his arm and smiling.
"It's great to have you back!"
"What is he talking about…"
"Do I… know you?"
"Alright, you can all pay him your utmost gratitude when the meeting is over." England said sarcastically. "Let us begin the meeting."
