A/N Thank you everyone who is now watching this or DSL. When I got my e-mail this morning, I squealed for I at all messages from about these two stories. Don't worry about DSL, I only have to type it up(I have up to maybe secret 12 written so all I have to do is type it up). Thank you again for your support! Heh I got districted by GerIta things and the Hetalia movie(which I recommend) while trying to write this.

Many years later…

It was a nice cool crispy night, Ludwig was about to go up the stairs when he heard his brother, Gilbert, scream. He rushed over to see what his older brother did.

"It just slipped out of my hand. It just slipped out of my hand. West help me please!" Ludwig laughed silently at his brother. He was just over reacting, then again there was a lot of blood and some glass might be in Gilbert's hand.

"Ja, Bruder I will help you," Ludwig looked in the drawers for the bandages and carefully wrapped his brother's hand.

"Thanks West! You are so awesome," Gilbert moved around Ludwig, "But not as awesome as me!" And then he was gone. Ludwig eyes glazed over as the rusty scent of blood reached his nose. He ran into the small bathroom and regurgitated. He then proceed to clean up the bloody mess. He shook his head trying to clear it, but didn't help him much. Sluggishly, he forced himself up the stairs and into his bed for a painful night.

The next day…

Gilbert and Ludwig woke up half an hour after their father. They had a light breakfast and dressed in loose clothing.

"Why do we have to do this?" Gilbert complained while they walked around the old house, "I mean, what is the point of practicing ancient skills? I rather train my aim with that cool gun!" Ludwig shook his head in disgust. His brother was always complaining about the rich culture that was being pushed on to them by their father. He did agree with his brother though, he too also wanted to train with the new weapon their father labeled as 'Karabiner 98k[1]' he didn't quite understand what that meant exactly but it was very nice looking.

"Bruder, don't complain! We are doing this because all fine warriors learn these skills!"

"No they don't! They learn how to use those nice new machines! That is the future of protection!"

"Preußen! Stop your complaining at this once!" Their father screamed, "Get over here now!" They obeyed his order and ran over to him at once. They stood shoulder to shoulder in front of the old stone wall that separated their house from another.

Over that very wall lived a family just like Ludwig's but much more powerful. The two boys had brunet hair and they were slim compared to Ludwig and Gilbert and more gentle in one's eye. They would mostly be right, that person, if it wasn't for the oldest attitude. They would sneak away from their lessons and find something else to do, like now.

"Big brother where are we going?" The younger one asked as he was pulled along.

"I heard so German bastards were going to be training over the wall today," The older one replied.

"Are they the ones who will be performing for us next week?"

"The very ones." The younger one squealed and ran ahead of his brother and started to pull him. They ran outside freely after letting go of each other's hand and climbed swiftly up the wall.

"AGAIN!" Someone barked out an order that almost made the younger one fall off.

"I got you," The older one held the younger one's arm. They looked at the two boys that were below them. They were practicing with fake lassos that looked more like modern day headphones[2].

"Brother you did say they were German, right?" The younger one asked, eyeing the muscular blond male who was taller than the other young man.

"Yeah I did. Look at that one, his hand is hurt," The older one snickered, "They are so stupid!"

"Lovi don't say that! You don't even know them!" The younger one pouted.

"I don't need to, they are below us!" There was a yelp from the blond and the younger one was off the wall running towards the two young men.

"FELI!" 'Lovi' screamed but it was useless.

A/N It will take me a while for the next chapter because I'm going back to school(spring break is over TT-TT) and the stupid oak pollen is getting to me this year(has never happen before and I'm coughing up a storm) so please wait!

1 - this is a real gun the Germans used in WW2, I thought it was appropriate,

2 - who has ever spin headphones like it was a whip? I have and I was while planning this…I hit my arm like how Germany did(it real stings!) and some of the things that will happen to Italy in the next chapter…the thing that happened to Prussia actually happen to my step dad except without the blood.

Preview for next chapter:

"Feli who is Ludwig?" Rome asked the young man, tilting his head for an answer.

"Ludwig is a potato fairy. He kissed my cut. He didn't want to but another potato fairy told him to do and he also told me Ludwig was going to do it," Feliciano smiled really big at his grandfather while Lovino hit his forehead with his hand. The two foreigners giggled at the little story.

"Is that so? I had a potato fairy once too," Rome rubbed his chin, "He was also a wurst fairy too!"