Hello again! Many thanks and a hearty shoutout to all the viewers and followers I have as of now :3 To be honest I'm surprised (and of course excited) to see how many other people care so much about Herr Schtick! *sobs* We miss you, Herr Schtick….

Anyway, I of course do not own Hetalia or any of its characters. So here, the next chapter of TAoGaLS (title acronym XD) and make Doitsu proud! Onward, we shall avenge thee, Herr Schtick! ok I need to stop talking now c:

Chapter 2

-Dream-

Early morning. World War I.

Germany's startling blue eyes snapped open, his pupils dilated in shock. He sat up, mumbling incoherently to himself in German. Rubbing the fatigue from his eyes, he gave a sigh as he slowly remembered where he was. But the dream he had experienced left him disoriented and confused.

What ze hell was that, he thought. Since when did I start dreaming about sticks?!

Earlier that morning, in a deep but troubled slumber, Germany experienced a variety of...interesting visions that made no sense whatsoever. The jumbled mess had left him itching to organize something, if only to sort out his thoughts as he recovered.

His dream didn't even make sense, filled with people-nations, perhaps- that were total strangers to him. At least, he was absolutely sure he had never seen them before.

There was a fairly short but calm raven-haired man, with dark brooding eyes and a quiet and calm presence. Germany felt an inexplicable sense of friendship towards this stranger.

Which makes no sense because I don't HAVE any friends, he thought begrudgingly.

There was also another person present, also short (why he was friends with short people he didn't know), apparently oblivious and taking a carefree nap. Auburn-haired, with a wayward strand of hair that formed a strange curl, with a perpetually cheerful look on his face. Odd thing was, he felt even more of a bond towards this one person, and even felt familiar with him. Like he did meet him before, a long time ago before this whole war happened.

At that point a wisp of a memory drifted through Germany's troubled mind, disappearing just as quickly but not before he could steal a glance. He was very small, although he could not remember ever being so childlike, and in his tiny palms he held a push broom. For some reason, he felt very attached to this push broom, and as he examined the handle his tiny self remembered a promise, but Germany couldn't put it into words. Looking up, he barely caught the fading image of a small girl in a pale green dress, looking utterly heartbroken with tears in her eyes.

Then she vanished.

He could not remember ever feeling so determined, so anxious to return to this girl that he never knew. He didn't remember ever fighting so hard for something he loved, not even himself. And yet, this small version of Germany was a complete stranger.

The vision faded and the dreaming Doitsu moved along, and the dream quickly turned sour. All around him he was haunted by evil people, doing evil things to the one object he desired most. And that object? Well, it was certainly questionable why he grew so attached to it…

The most horrifying point of this whole collage of mixed memories and memories-to-be all ended in the sad demise of his one true friend.

Germany woke up suddenly, but not until one lasting image burned through his mind that filled him with complete devastation and despair, as if the nation itself mourned for the loss-

A single cold gravestone, crumbling into nothingness, with the 4 words he somehow dreaded most:

"Here lies Herr Schtick"

-end of chapter two-

Author's note: ^^' I don't even know. Ummm...hope you...enjoyed? *shrugs* Anyway, please review and tell me what you think about this... how shall I put this... interesting (yes yes very interesting) chapter!

- x deadlypastaaa