After losing the war, the Allies divided up our territories...and ourselves. During twenty eight years a wall kept my brother Prussia and I apart from each other. Twenty eight years not seeing each other, not being able to communicate. Until our people, from both sides, grabbed their tools and their courage and tore it down. It was November 9th of 1989 when Prussia and I hugged again. The celebration lasted for days. We didn't move apart from each other in a long time. But much before all the One World Nation Movement issue started I hadn't seen my brother.
And when I saw him again, he was accompanying my kidnappers.
"What did Snow White come here for?"
"Oh, come on, GB, that's racist."
"Hey, he calls me Milk Man, isn't that racist?"
"He is here to decide what we should do after what happened in America."
"What happened in America?"
"We lost the continent. The Yankee busted in with his men and shot up the place."
"What? Fucking shit!"
"That's why we've summoned our African and Asian brothers and sisters. To organize ourselves and decide our response."
"My response would be a kick in the nuts."
I couldn't see anything. They had put a black hood on me. But I could listen. And it was not my imagination: one of the voices I heard, perhaps the loudest, was my brother's.
I was still puzzled. They had moved me with the delicateness one has with a sack of potatoes. That Jewish woman took advantage on any occasion she had to hit and stomp on me. The man with the Donald Duck mask...it was evident he was excited about being so close to a nation, because he did nothing but touch me and have his breath on me. Terribly uncomfortable. And Prussia...What on earth was Prussia doing with them?
The clattering ceased. They took me out by force and then I saw again. Only a light bulb illuminated the place we were in, and it blinded me.
"Look at him. He even looks like a good guy."
It took me a bit to be able to see again. By then, I could figure that the figure in front of me was Prussia's, who looked at me with his hands on his hips, grinning with superiority.
"Go and don't worry, I'll take care of this one."
"Don't forget what I told you."
"Sure."
They closed the door and I was left alone with him.
"Prussia! What do you think you're...?!"
Prussia hurriedly silenced me with exaggerated gestures.
"Shut up! You don't know me, okay?!"
"What is this all about? If this is one of you and your friends' pranks...!"
"This is not a prank, this is very serious...I immersed myself in the movement..."
"What?"
"These people act like they're so cultured and enlightened but they have no idea of what Prussia is! I'm dead to the world, and I've found a way to make use of it! I couldn't just cross my arms, okay? Those sons of bitches killed Austria. They're about to do the same to Spain. They're screwing France all the time and they got to made him fall into despair. I want revenge..."
"And why didn't the government tell me about this?"
"Pfft! Because they don't know! I'm not implicating any government. This is my own business. No bureaucrats in the way. Like in the old times."
"This is crazy, what if they find out?"
"We will see about that. Look, I-I'm close to Liechtenstein! We're on our way to Iceland! That's where they got her! I'll reach her and take her out of where they have her! You only...have to go along with me. They want to use you to fuck with the European Union. They'll beat you some more. It's possible they even cut one of your ears and sent it to the chancellor by mail. But we're close to end these guys."
"All you're saying is a delirium and it's going to end up bad."
"Yeah, nice encouragement" he grunted, and couldn't say anything else because a woman, of black race, came into the room and stared at me.
"What a hunk."
"It's almost a pity having to cut him into smithereens, heh?" Prussia smirked, changing his tone completely to talk to her.
"Yes. If he wasn't a country, he would make a sweet model."
The woman approached me.
"Do you know why you are here, Federal Republic of Germany?"
"Yes."
"Good. We want you to know this is not personal."
"Some of your collaborators do not agree."
The woman smiled.
"One can't destroy Europe and cause a genocide without making some enemies. I know you've been a good boy these years. An important figure in the European Union. A good influence. That's why it makes me a little sad to think you have to disappear now. But that's like. You have to tear the old down to build something new."
"Just what you reproach certain countries and religions."
"We are not moved by greed or the desire for supremacy. We only want humanity's progress. A world where there are no differences, where there is no reason to fight for, where the citizen of Uganda has the same chances to progress as one from Finland. You don't understand, of course, but..."
"I understand perfectly. I've heard that story many times before."
"Tell me something, since you've had such a long life you've had the chance to listen to so many stories: have you ever thought of what awaits you when it is over? What do you think will happen to you? Will your reincarnate in a real human being, in the world we will create? Will you go to Heaven? Or Hell? I wonder if nations like you have a soul someone can judge. Or maybe...the emptiness. The eternal sleep.
"Madame, as much as I like philosophy, there is just one question that interests me: what did you do to Liechtenstein?"
"Don't worry about her. She is in a safe place."
"She did nothing to you. She is just a principality. Pick on someone who is a real threat."
"This is not about eliminating those who have been bad. It's about picking up the pieces and starting over. The child has given us some useful information: it seems you nations have a healing factor which makes it understandable why in more naive times you were considered deities. I have been shown videos and photos which have left me shocked, frankly."
"Hurting a defenseless child..."
"Well. Look at it this way: she only looks like a child. Just like you're only a man for your looks."
"Shit, M..."
The woman turned to Prussia.
"What's the matter?" Prussia asked.
"The Africans. Russia has pissed them off by sending troops to Senegal and Kenya. And what did they do? They're trying to storm the Kremlin!"
They forgot about me for a while as they were absorbed watching something in Prussia's phone. I tried to grasp something, but I could only hear a cacophony, an enormous fuss, with screams and shots?
"They're shooting at them with real munition!" the woman exclaimed.
"Well, the Africans mean business too, fuck, that cocktail exploded in the facade of the cathedral!"
"My God, no, everything's going wrong..."
The woman let out a grunt, pressing her clenched hand on her mouth.
"I have to talk to C immediately..." she muttered before rushing out.
Prussia were left alone once agian.
"What is happening?"
"You know the Triumvirate, America, Russia and China, have divided the world like it's a cake, right?"
"Those were only rumors..."
"No rumors: they're not hiding it anymore. America's in charge of all North and South America, including Greenland; China, of Asia and Oceania and Russia, of Europe and Africa. I don't know what the fuck they're doing, but they've done the movement and everyone they've come across a lot of harm. We just found out America has ended with the movement in his continent and Russia has threatened Africa, and it seems they didn't like it. They gathered a big group and they're trying to attack the Kremlin. Russia has used his army to stop them, it's being brutal! People have died in there for sure! Look, Russia's speaking live...
After making sure there was no one around, he approached me to look at the screen together.
"No comments" Russia said. He smiled. By God, that smile, the one I saw as he destroyed me, as he ripped me apart, as he slaughtered me. "Just...they will get what we receive multiplied...It sounds like a good deal to me, don't you think?" And with that he disappeared through a corridor. Serbia was by his side and, by the look on her face, she didn't seem at ease.
"This is not ending up well..." Prussia said.
And he wanted to say more, but steps were heard and he had to reprise his role as the captor.
He punched me in the mouth.
"Eh!"
"Don't depart from the script" he warned me before saying much louder, when people started to come in. "Take that, you piece of shit! That will teach you to talk people back!"
