Franz Liebkin- Ludwig Beilschmidt/Germany-28

I, HeroinOfDarkness, do NOT own Hetalia, The Producers, or ANYTHING.

After Feliks and Toris came to an agreement on their partnership, the two went straight to Feliks' place. Apparently, Feliks had some material that could help them. Unfortunately, Feliks, being so disorganized, had totally forgotten where said material was, so the two had spent all night reading ideas sent from writers. And that's where they are right now, at 6 AM in the morning, reading stories in the blonde's office/home.

Leo, sitting in a leather chair, stopped reading for a minute, and took a moment to look around him. The office is messier than before, food thrown was throughout the room and piles of scripts everywhere. He hated it. Call him a neat freak, but it was messes like this that kept him up at night, even if it wasn't his own home. Toris took notice of the sun rising and looked at his watch. 6 AM. 'How long have we been at this?' Toris wondered. "Have we been reading all night?' Letting out an exhausted sigh, Toris looks up at Feliks, who is lying down on the sofa. "Feliks, I give up. We've been reading plays all night. Can't we just stop for a bit?"

"No," The blonde replied, putting the script he just picked up back down. "We've got to find the worst play ever written." Giving Toris a firm look, Feliks continued. "You wanna be a producer? Like, read. Read! Keep reading!" Picking up the script he just put down, Feliks begins to read. "Plot. Gilbert, an orphan albino gypsy, is adopted by Judge Wolfgang after the tragic death of his parents. Raised with the belief that he is a monster, he resides in Notre Dame as its bell ringer until he meets a certain wayward curled gypsy and travels down the path of self-discovery and adventure." After skimming through it, Feliks closes it in frustration. "Damn, it's good! Too good!" Now they send him good scripts! Stuffing the script into the couch cushion, Feliks makes a mental note to keep this for when he goes back to producing successful plays.

Toris, finishing the script he had taken a break from, reads the ending out loud. "The two cats slept through the night, ignoring whatever noises came from their master's bed. They weren't completely sure what they were doing but whatever it was, it sure did make them happy. And a happy master is a happy kitty. Even if one of the masters was a little merman." What a lovely story. But awfully familiar. "Wait a minute." Giving the script a closer look, Toris realized something. "I think I read this play. Hold on. What's it called?" The brunette turns to the front page and reads the title. "The Little merman." Already tired of reading, Toris stands up and begins rubbing the temples of his forehead. "Oh, I've been reading plays I've read all night! This is hopeless!"

I did seem hopeless. They've been at this since yesterday night. Neither of them had showered, much to their annoyance, and frankly they were exhausted. Maybe, maybe this was a bad idea… 'No' Feliks mentally yelled to himself. 'Just gotta keep going. Until we find the one!' Feliks, now determined, grabbed the first script on the pile to his right and gripped it tightly. 'Until we find the one.' While, Toris rambled on about something, Feliks read the script in his hands eagerly. It was there, on page four, that Feliks had found what he's been looking for. 'This is it!'

Finishing up his rant, Toris turned to Feliks and gave the blonde, who was smiling at the script, a serious look. "Let's face it, Feliks. We're never gonna find it."

"Never gonna find it, huh? Never gonna find it?" Flopping down onto the floor, Feliks gestures the brunette to sit beside him. Curious to why Feliks seems so happy, Toris does what he's told and sits beside the giddy blonde. Once Toris had seated himself, Feliks shoved the script in Toris' face. "See it. Smell it. Touch it." Toris, not sure where Feliks was going with this, gives the script a small sniff and gave it a poke. "Kiss it." Kiss it? When Toris refused to do it, Feliks said commanded more sternly. "Kiss it!" Figuring he has no choice, Toris kisses the script.

"I'm assuming you found the flop?" the brunette said as he began to rub his blanket that was sitting in his pocket.

"Flop? That's like, putting it mildly. This is a catastrophe!" The blonde replied with a smile. "This is like, a disaster, sure to offend every race, creed and religion. A sure to close in one night beauty!"

'That bad huh?' Might as well read it. "Well, let me see it."

"Here"

Once Feliks had handed the brunette the script, Toris turned to the first page and began to read. "Springtime for Hitler: A Gay Romp with Adolf and Eva at Bergesgarten." After a minute of processing what he just read, Toris looks back to the page to makes sure what he saw was true. It was. Wow. "Oh, my god." This was bad.

"Like, Oh, my god is right." Feliks said, snatching back the script from the brunette. "It's practically a love letter to Hitler!"

It was safe to assume that this would in fact be the flop. But, maybe this was too far? Toris couldn't think of anyone who wouldn't be offended by this. Would this even be allowed on Broadway? "But, Feliks, this play won't last a week."

"A week? Are you kidding? This play has gotta close on…" After turning a couple of pages, Feliks stops and points to the end of the first scene. "Page four." Feliks tosses back the script to Toris, gets up and grabs his coat from off the couch. "Like, what's the author's name again?" He asked as he put on his hat and coat.

"Oh, um," Toris looks at the front page and reads the name of the author. "Ludwig Beilschmidt. 51 Jane Street. New York, New York."

"Ludwig Beilschmidt. 51 Jane Street. Got it" While Feliks fetched a contract from his desk, Toris went to get his coat. "We will get him to sign over the rights to Springtime for Hitler, even if we have to go so far as to pay him." With the new contract in hand, Feliks walks over to the front door to where Toris was, in the coat area.

As Toris finished putting on his tan coat, he noticed a hat, exactly like the one Feliks was wearing, on the coat rack. 'It must be Feliks' spare Producer's hat' Toris thought to himself. Before Feliks could open the door, Toris picks up the hat and shows it to Feliks. "Feliks, I noticed this hat here and was wondering if..." But before Toris could finish, Feliks snatches the hat away from him.

"No, this is a producer's hat, kid." The blonde said as he put it back on the coat rack. "And you don't get to wear that hat until...

"I know, I know. Until I produce a show on Broadway," Toris said a little disappointed, but he quickly recovered and gave his blonde partner a determined look. "but someday I'm going to wear that hat, and soon too, because..."

"We're going to be the producers" The two sang in unison "of a great big Broadway flop!"

With that, the two walked out of the office, only to get stuck because they tried to walk out of the door at the same time. Feliks manages to unlodge himself, and allows Toris to walk out first. Feliks follows and shuts the door behind them.

It was an especially glorious day in downtown New York, so glorious in fact that a man has decided to take his dogs out for some air. On the rooftop. Weird huh? Any who, the man, who is wearing lederhosen and a rather old army helmet for some reason, is standing before three dogs, who are lined up obediently in front of some dog bowls and a cage of small yellow birds. As he opens the cage, the man hears his dogs whimper.

"Ja, Ja" He said as he walked over to the edge of the building with a little yellow bird on his finger. "I'll feed you guys in a minute. Just hold on" After placing the bird down on a nearby table, he places a small bag round its neck. "Ok Gilbird, you must get this to Gilbert at North West Boulevard, New York, New York. You know, the building with the garden on the roof. AQAP!" When he received a confused look from Gilbird, the man clarified himself. "As quick as possible!" He yelled as he threw the bird up in the sky. When he saw that Gilbird was flying westward, he yelled out to it. "Gilbird! No! Not that vay! This vay!" He yelled as he pointed east. After seeing Gilbird make a U-turn and fly in the right direction, the man took off his helmet, revealing blonde hair, to wipe some sweat from his brow. The three dogs almost cringed when they came face to face with the giant scar that rested on the right side of their master's head. They'd thought they'd be used to it by now, but no, that scar will always be a constant reminder of what happened to their poor master. Fortunately, the blonde put his helmet back on and looked to his dogs."Alright, lunch time."

While the tall blonde fed his hungry animals, he failed to realize that two men had made their way onto his rooftop. As Feliks and Toris entered the rooftop, Toris notices a sign on the door, which reads "Keep Out", and points it out to Feliks, who just waves it off. After looking around a bit, Feliks notices a rather tall blonde feeding some dogs and a cage full of birds. "There you go, down into your belly." The man said in a thick German accent.

'Guess this is him' Feliks gives a small jab to Toris' side and points out the taller blonde to him. "This is just a hunch, but I think this is our man."

Toris eyed the man before him, who was now crushing empty beer cans on his helmet while staring at the large bird cage. This is him? "Oh, Feliks. This can't be him! He's wearing a helmet and lederhosen!"

"I know, I know. Listen, just ignore it." Feliks grabbed Toris by the shoulders and turned him towards the taller blonde. "Look straight ahead. Remember,we need that play." Letting go of his partner, Feliks walks up to Ludwig and calls out. "Ludwig Beilschmidt?"

Ludwig, startled by the sudden sound of a stranger's voice turned around abruptly with his back on the cage. His three dog took a defensive stance and began to growl at the two producers, who stopped dead in their tracks. "I was never a member of the Nazi Party!" Ludwig yelled. "I was only following orders! I didn't know there even was a war! We lived all the way in the back, near Switzerland. All we heard was yodeling!" Ludwig then takes a moment to yodel, puzzling both Feliks and Toris, until Ludwig suddenly screamed. "Who are you?!"

Jesus Christ. And I thought Liet was crazy! Looking back to his brunette partner, who was cowering behind him, Feliks figured that he was going to have to talk his way into this guy's trust."Don't worry, Mr. Beilschmidt." Feliks said with his hands up in a defensive manner. "We're not from the government. We're producers, here to talk to you about your play.

At the mention of his play, Ludwig relaxed a little and removed himself off of the cage. "Mein play?" When he noticed that his dogs were still growling, he motioned for them to stop and walked up to Feliks and Toris. "You mean, Springtime for..." Before he could finish that sentence, Ludwig stopped and looked around cautiously. "You know who?"

"That's the one."

"Vhat about it?"

"We like, think it's brilliant, a masterpiece!"

Toris, now done with his cowering, removed himself from behind Feliks and straightened out his coat. "We want to put it on Broadway!"

"Broadvay?" He knew his play was great, but Ludwig never imagined that someone would actually want to put it on Broadway. "This is wunderbar! I can't believe it. I must tell my dogs."

"Go tell your dogs!" Feliks said with his best smile as Ludwig ran up to his dogs in happiness.

"Blackie, Aster, and Berlitz!" He said to his dogs, who were still lined up. "Did you hear the good news? Finally, we get to clear the Fuhrer's name." While Blackie, Aster and Berlitz knew all too well who he was talking about, they knew that this wasn't their master's right mind and just supported whatever decisions he made. "Ach! Broadway!" Ludwig said to himself before returning to Feliks and Toris. "You know, not many people know this, but the Fuhrer was a great dancer!"

A great dancer? Hitler? Feliks found that hard to believe, but he knew that if he was ever going to get anywhere with this guy he would have to play along with...whatever this was. "Really?" He said with fake enthusiasm. "I had no idea." Looking over to the brunette, Feliks gave him a 'help me!' look. "Did you, Liet?"

Catching Feliks' look, Toris smiled nervously and responded. "Oh, uh, I sure didn't." Geez this was nerve-wrecking. Especially with Ludwig giving them a crazy look. He seemed angry and confused at the same time! What gives? Right now all Toris wanted to do was hide under his bed and sleep with his little blanket, but, like Feliks said, they needed that play.

'These dummkopfs really didn't know?' Now angry, for some reason, Ludwig began to yell at the two producers, causing Feliks to flinch and Toris to cower behind his blonde partner again."That's because you were taken in by the BBC! Filthy British lies!" Ludwig couldn't believe this. How two young men in the great country of Deutschland not know this vital information! Damn British succubus's. "Of course, they never said a bad word about Winston Churchill." Now Churchill was a fiend! Just thinking about that arschloch made Ludwig want to vomit. "Ach! Churchill! With his cigars and his brandy and his rotten paintings!" Turning around to face the sky, Ludwig's mood made a sudden turn from disgusted to admirance. "Now, Hitler. There was a painter. He could paint an entire apartment in one afternoon. Two coats."

While Ludwig, who appeared to be having a moment of some sort, the two producers just looked in both fear and confusion at the man before them. Not only was this man highly unstable, but he was also completely nuts! How he isn't locked up in the Looney bin was beyond them. "Feliks" Toris whispered. "I'm scared."

"You don't think I am?" Looking back at Ludwig, who was still in a daze, Feliks decided to just swoop in while the big guy was in a good mood. Or what appears to be a good mood. Gathering his courage up, Feliks walked up to Ludwig and placed a hand on the taller blonde's shoulder. "Yes. Yes. And that is exactly why we want to produce your play." When Ludwig's gaze met Feliks', the smaller blonde continued. "Like, to show the world the true Hitler. The Hitler you loved. The Hitler you knew. The Hitler with a song in his heart." Eyes still locked with Ludwig's, Feliks motioned for Toris to bring him the contract. Toris complies and hands his partner the contract. "So," Feliks said as he showed the Ludwig the document. "If you will just sign this contract..."

"Nein."

"Nein?"

"No."

"That's what 'nein' means." The smaller blonde said, feeling close to having an ulcer. "Why not?"

"You must first prove to me that you are as loyal to our beloved Hitler as I am. By singing the Fuhrer's favorite tune, Der Guten Tag Hop Clop." At the mention of the song, all of the little yellow birds began to chirp excitedly, which causes Ludwig to run over and join in their excitement.

"Der Guten Tag Hop Clop?" Toris asked Feliks in confusion.

Feliks gives a solemn look to his partner and clarifies. "Der Guten Tag Hop Clop."

This is getting ridiculous! Is that even a real thing? "But Feliks, I don't want to sing the Fuhrer's favorite..." Before Toris could finish, Feliks covered the brunette's mouth and looked over at Ludwig to make sure he hadn't heard.

"Delighted. Delighted." When he saw that Ludwig hadn't heard Toris complaining, Feliks removed his hand from the brunette's face.

"...song."

"Liet, like, shut up." Feliks whispered angrily "Can't you see he's almost ready to sign?"

"Okay, " Ludwig said as he returned to his visitors. "First, you must roll up your pants." After receiving a confused look from his brunette partner, Feliks just shrugs and begins to roll up his pants.

"Rolling?" Ludwig asked to confirm that Feliks was doing what he was told.

"Rolling."

Pleased with what he saw, Ludwig turns to look at Toris, who had not rolled up his pants. "Rolling?" Ludwig asked the brunette, flashing him a rather angry look.

Realizing that there was no way out of this, Toris just sighed and began to roll up his pants. He wasn't comfortable with showing a lot of leg, so he just rolled up his pants to mid ankle. "Rolling..."

"Come on. Hurry. Don't be stingy, show some leg."

After the two finished, they both stood up and looked at Ludwig."Done."

"Gut!" Ludwig, who standing to the right of the producers, looked over the two and made sure that everyone was in place. When he noticed that they were, he continued. "Just follow my lead und repeat after me. Okay. Key of E?"

"Is there any other?"

"Wunderbar! Eins, zwei, drei!"

"Guten Tag hop hop. Guten Tag clop clop. Ach du lieber Und oh boy!" Ludwig sang as he began the German dance, clapping in all the right places as Feliks and Toris watched in amazement. Despite not looking it, the tall man proved to be quite the capable dancer. After walking in between Feliks and Toris, Ludwig faced the smaller blonde and clapped in his face. "Guten Tag clap clap." Continuing his song, Ludwig turned around to face Toris."Guten Tag slap slap." He sang as he slaps the poor guy in the face, causing the brunette to freeze in place and Feliks to cringe at his partner's misfortune. "Ach du lieber vat a joy!" While Ludwig continued on with his song, Feliks rushed over to his partner, who was beginning to crumble to the ground, and picked him back up before Ludwig turned around to face the producers. "Oh, veessen und fressen. Und tanze und trinken." Wiggling his hips, Ludwig motioned for Feliks and Toris, who had only been observing, to follow his lead. The dance seemed simple enough, so the two complied with the German's orders and began to wiggle their hips as well."Tanzen und trinken until ve get stinkin!" Feliks even seemed to be enjoying this part. Until Ludwig, out of nowhere, suddenly yelled out. "Everybody!" Causing the producers to flinch.

"Guten Tag Hop Clop." The three sang in unison while repeating the slap dancing that Ludwig had preformed a moment ago. "Guten Tag Hop Clog.

"Guten Tag Meine liebe Schatz." Ludwig sang happily as he danced around his two guests. "So ve hop our hops. Und ve clop our clops. Und ve drink our Schnapps 'Til ve plotz!" Ludwig stopped his dancing when he was at Feliks' right and began to sway in place. "You vill svay!" He commanded.

Feliks, actually starting to have fun, obeyed the taller blonde and began to sway as well. "Ve vill svay!" Toris, who was struggling to keep up, noticed the two blondes sway and began to sway himself. Poor guy looked exhausted.

Almost immediately after Toris began to sway, Ludwig hopped up a foot and struck a pose. "Follow me!"

Feliks, oblivious to his partner's struggle, followed suit. "Very good!"

'Damn it!' Toris yelled mentally. 'Why must this dance be so strenuous?' Letting out an exasperated sigh, Toris decided to just give up and just do what any middle-schooler would do in this situation. Dance half-assed in the back. Besides, the others two seemed to be having fun and probably wont notice anyway. Unfortunately, Ludwig did take notice of Toris' lame dancing, stomped over to the brunette and began to beam at him angrily. Utterly terrified of the glare being sent his way, Toris flinches a little, but then gets the message and hops as well. Well, attempts to hop. He actually only manages to does a flimsy version of what Ludwig had done, much to both Feliks' and Ludwig's annoyance.

'Vell,' Ludwig thought to himself. 'I guess I'm going to have to show these guys how its done.' Ludwig, still staring down Toris, began to slap dance once more, urging the two producers to follow suit. When they did, Ludwig's mood changed from annoyed to satisfied and the tall blonde allowed himself to loosen up a little. Ludwig, caught up in the excitement, grabbed Feliks by the hands and flung him onto the buildings ledge. Feliks, who was having way too much fun and completely ignoring the fact of how dangerously close was to falling to his death, kept his grip on Ludwig and swung the taller blonde up on the ledge with him. Locking arms, the two blondes take a big step off of the ledge and back onto the rooftop, much to Toris' relief. Arms still locked, Feliks and Ludwig began to spin, until Feliks grabbed Toris and the three started to do a hoe-down style dance. All three of the men had began to enjoy themselves in the silliness of the dance. It was actually pretty fun! Even the birds chirped along happily while the three dogs moved their heads to the rhythm. "Oh Der Guten Tag Hop Clop!" Ludwig exclaimed happily. "It's been so long!" Black, Aster and Berlitz knew for a fact that wasn't true because Ludwig and his brother had just danced that this morning before work, but given their master's uh, condition, he had a tendency to forget things.

"It's sort of like a Nazi hoe-down!" Feliks said as they continued their dance. Ludwig, who was currently positioned in the middle, unlocked his arms with his guests and completely out of nowhere, slammed his fists into Feliks' and Toris' vital areas, causing the producers to grab their sore areas and groan in pain. It was safe to say that that concluded Der Guten Tag Hop Clop.

"Wunderbar, gentlemen! I like your dancing." Ludwig said to his guests, ignoring the distressed look on their faces. "You may produce my play!"

"Like, seriously?" Feliks asked, completely forgetting his pain. When Ludwig nodded to confirm, the shorter blonde fist pumped. Finally! Feliks, taking out the contract once again, brings it to Ludwig.

"But first," Damn! So close! Before his anger got the best of him, Feliks promptly puts the document back into his coat pocket and let the taller blonde finish. "You must say the sacred Segried Oath!

"And that is what exactly?" Toris asked as he sat down on a box with his arms crossed like a kid.

"It's to pledge your allegiance to our beloved Fuhrer!"

Pledge their allegiance to Hitler? Evil, mass murderer, dictator Hitler? That's not gonna happen! Deciding that this has gone far enough, Toris jumps off of the box and marches toward Ludwig. "Never..." Toris started, before Feliks punches the brunette in the gut. "...took that oath before."

Unfazed by Toris' comment, Ludwig takes out three Nazi arm-bands and passes them out to his guests. "You must also vear one of these."

"Never...oof...wore one of those before." Rubbing his now sore abdominals, Toris walks over to a corner and gestures Feliks to follow. "Feliks, can I talk to you for a moment?"

"Hmm?" Looking up from the arm-band he was studying, Feliks notices the distressed look on his partner's face. "Oh yeah, like, sure." Turning to Ludwig, Feliks holds up the controversial arm-bands to the tall German. "Nice colours. Reversible."

"Oh ja. I hadn't noticed that before."

'Is he ignoring me?' Toris mentally screamed. Before the two blonde's small talk could continue any further, Toris took hold of Feliks and dragged the blonde over to the cornervthe brunette had been in. "Feliks, I think we should stop now." Toris said as he and Feliks put their arm-bands on. "I think we're getting in way too deep."

"Too deep? This is nothing! I once had to sneak some Cuban across the country into Canada! While in disguise!" After seeing the weirded out look his partner was sending him, Feliks pinched the bridge of his nose. "It's a long story. Look, I'll tell you when we're getting in too deep. Kay?" Giving Toris a pat on the back, Feliks walks to Ludwig, who is now sporting the arm-band, and waits for his command.

"First you must put up your left index finger und repeat after me." Feliks and Toris nodded and raised their index fingers up. "I solemnly svear..."

The two producers gave the tall blonde a look as if he was crazy. Or crazier than they thought. They then look at each other in confusion and just shrug. Might as well have some fun with this. "I solemnly svear..." they said in unison, mimicking Ludwig's accent.

"To obey the sacred Segried Oath."

"To obey the sacred Segried Oath."

"Und..."

"Und!" Feliks repeated as he switched his index finger with his middle finger, basically giving Hitler the bird.

Toris saw this and decides to do so as well. "Und!"

"Never, ever, ever..."

"Never, ever, ever..." The producers said while wiggling their middle fingers. Sensing something off, Ludwig suddenly glanced at his two guests, who had switched back to their index fingers just in time, only for them to bring out the offensive finger when the taller blonde looked away to continue the oath.

"Dishonour the spirit und ze memory of Adolf Elizabeth Hitler."

"Dishonour the spirit und..." Wait a minute. "Elizabeth?" The producers asked in unision, flashing Ludwig an utterly confused look.

After receiving said look, the taller blonde glanced back at the two. "Ja, that vas his middle name. You know, not many people know zis but the Fuhrer was descended from along line of English queens." An awkward silence fell on the three men. Never had Toris, nor Feliks have ever seen someone so cuckoo as the man before them. What was most unjarring was that he had said it so seriously, like he knew this for fact. What's worst was that because of this guy's unnerving anger issues, they're forced to walk on eggshells so that the blonde won't explode on them.

After a minute, Feliks, deciding to just go with it, breaks the silence. "Is that right?" He asked carefully, hoping not to anger the deranged German. When Ludwig nodded proudly, Feliks and Toris just let out an exhausted sigh and decided to just give up on making any sense of the crazy blonde. Bringing their index fingers back up, the two producers finished the oath. "Adolf Elizabeth Hitler."

"Okay," Ludwig exclaimed as he brought his hands together. "Now I sign your contract!"

Not too convinced, Feliks gives the taller blonde a skeptical look. "Like, really?"

"Ja."

"For reals this time?"

"Ja."

"We don't need to do anything else? Like some blood ritual or something?"

"Vell if you want to..."

"No! God no!" Taking out the contract for the final time, Feliks hands it over to Ludwig, who signs it without delay. After getting back the document, Feliks holds onto it tightly and beams at the neat signature. Finally! Step one complete! After putting the contract away in his coat, Feliks reaches his hand out to Ludwig for a hand shake. "Oh you won't regret this, Herr Beilschmidt!"

Ludwig, not even acknowledging Feliks' outreached hand , did what he believed was proper and gave the shorter blonde a nazi salute. "Ja hull!"

Oy. Not even bothering, Feliks quickly drew back his arm and walked to the exit as quickly as he could. "All righty" He said with an exhausted tone. As Toris turned to follow his partner, Ludwig flashes him a smile and gives the brunette a big slap on the back. When the German turned his back, Toris, who was already fed up with the abusement he's been getting , clenches his hands into fists and starts to charge at the tall blonde. Fortunately, before Toris could actaully make contact, Feliks grabbed ahold of the brunette and led him towards the exit. "Let it go. Let it go." It was probably for the best. Toris was obviously no match for Ludwig. Feliks was pretty sure that the German could eat the both of them if he wanted to.

Just as Feliks reached out to grab the door knob, Ludwig suddenly yelled. "Halt!" Frightened by the blonde's sudden outburst, the producers stopped dead in their tracks and put their hands up in a surrendering manner

"I forgot to tell you something very important." the German said as he walked up to Feliks and Toris . "Ze penalty for breaking the Segried Oath..." Stopping, for what it seemed to be for dramatic effect, the German gave the producers a grave look. "... is dess."

"Dess?" Feliks asked. "Is that anything like death?

"Yes."

Oh. This sure complicates things. 'Aw well. We'll cross that bridge when we get to it.' Its not like this nut job will actually remember this. "Well if that's the case then like, don't worry. We'll iron out all the thorny details over strudel." Turning back to the door, Feliks waves goodbye to Ludwig. "Ta ta big guy!" Turning the knob on the exit, Feliks tries to open the door, but finds he is unable to. Oh god no! "We're trapped! Trapped! Oh, there we go." he said as the door finally opened. After Toris had made his way out the door, Feliks turned to Ludwig and gave him a nod. "Let's have lunch."

After the two producers left, Ludwig, after intently staring at the exit, smiles. "They seem nice." He said to himself. "Ach! Broadvay! I haven't been this happy since we crushed Poland!"

And there we have it folks! Chapter 4! Man, this month has been exhausting! I had took my English 3 AP test and practically passed out when I had finished it.

Not to mention that today, during my physical, my doctor aparently "found" lumps in my chest and now I cant have any chocolate until monday when they test me aand see if I actaully do have lumps.

Sorry if this author's note seems depressing, I just needed to vent.

sillypandalover91-Dont worry, things will end up good for them! Also I was actually worried if that line would come out akward or not. Glad you like it! :3

Cassie-Thank you! I'm always happy to recieve and respond to reviews! And don't worry, making his subordinates sing the unhappy song is totally what Russia would do! :3

did anyone notice the references? Shout out to sillypandalover91! Definately one of my favorite authors!

HERO AWAY!

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