"I think the boy is a spy."
"Bruder don't be ridiculous." Germany said, as he went through his files, organization was important after all.
"I'm serious." Prussia stated, standing directly in front of his brother.
Turning his attention from him, the seated nation watched the nervous busboy hurry on out with a sweaty brow and frantic eyes. The teen nearly tripped on his way out the door, his cart spilling out tea across a small sandwich platter. 'But surely this didn't mean anything,' Ludwig thought, 'He probably was anxious; it being his first day and all.'
But a feeling of doubt was causing turbulence in his mind as he looked at Gilbert with one raised brow. The other's face was surprisingly cold, lacking his usual enthusiastic smirk, and crinkles around his eyes. In fact whenever the older sibling conversed with him about his suspicions he was always right. But this seemed too preposterous. No nation nowadays was using spies during conference meetings, everything was recorded on the surveillance film, and all private conversations were forbidden unless in public rooms. And why put faith in a gangly boy whose accident prone behaviors makes him stand out so obviously?
Ludwig took a deep breath, "I think it is best if we ignore this."
The meeting was already a massive failure with half the world's nations barely participating, and the fights breaking out were really affecting his blood pressure. Germany already had to deal with a crying Italy who was upset that his brother refused to sit next to him, and he had to stop Switzerland twice from shooting France for standing too close to little Lichtenstein. Nothing productive had been produced at all yet, and possibly would stay that way for the rest of the conference. But he was not going to allow Prussia to create even more havoc especially with bringing in human affairs.
Speaking of his Gilbert, Ludwig saw him begin to trail after the boy.
"Whatever, I'm still going to talk to him, West."
"Nein, you will not." Germany said, getting up and going after him.
He ended up following his older brother throughout the building, observing how Prussia stopped and asked every employee about 'Tobias Hazel.' And mysteriously none of them knew that name, it was like a movie with how odd everyone was acting. The moment the boy was brought up, it was like they were temporarily struck with fear only for it to vanish away. Maybe there was something disturbing happening around here, but what nation would be the culprit of such a thing?
Ludwig began trying to wrap his mind around who could be orchestrating this situation, as Gilbert kept on searching. Thinking harder he thought of Russia, but the ice cold nation wouldn't choose a human to do his dirty work, no he preferred using small countries to do his bidding. Then the German pictured France, but that man was far too engrossed in his own affairs, Britain was also a no because he was the literal worst at espionage. That left only America.
"Found him." Prussia said, as they saw the boy dash into the building completely frazzled, his coat falling off his shoulders, as he ran by.
Grabbing him quickly before he could disappear again his brother yanked the boy into an abandoned room shutting off the lights. Ludwig snuck inside too trying to pull the wayward teen away from Gilbert in case fighting ensued.
"Hello again Tobias Hazel."