In a daze, I retreat from the sleeping Germans room silently. Once I am on the other side of the door in the long corridor, I collapse against the wall adjacent to the now closed door. 'It's way too early for this' I think to myself. Begrudgingly, I remove myself from the cold wooden floor - stumbling slightly - and drag myself to my study. My hand of the door handle, I breathe a shaky breath in a vein attempt to calm my thoughts. I open the door, and see Harrison sat in one of the two plush leather armchairs by the ornate fireplace a leather bound note pad open on his lap. In his hands he holds a cup of tea and a black metal fountain pen.

"I took the liberty of making a pot of tea, I had a feeling that you we're in need of some to wash away the taste of that foreign swill they call tea." he gestures to the oak table situated between the twin chairs. I smile at his antics, then sit in the chair opposite him. While pouring me a cup and handing it to me, he starts to inform me of the recovery efforts while I was on mainland Europe. It takes about half an hour until I'm pacing around my office, barking orders which Harrison writes down in his note pad, nodding in agreement.

"Firstly, we need to make sure that the recovery is kept on schedule, so I need you to call my Boss to arrange a time we can discuss this in person. We also need to start to work out how to re-build West-Germany, not just the British sector but the French and American Sectors also."

"If you don't mind me asking sir, but why isn't France and America looking after their sectors?" I pause at the question. I have been asking this question also, so I try to make an educated guess

"Umm… I guess their minds have been clouded by hate because of the things that Germany caused in the war." I scoff "They are short sighted, if West Germany - especially it's economy - doesn't recover then Europe will fall, followed closely by the rest of the world"

"Is that why you've taken the personification of West-Germany, sir?" I stop my pacing to stare at Harrison shocked by this question.

"H-h-he's my friend. That is why I want to help him." I stutter in response as I feel my face heat up. Looking at me incredulously , he stands up from seat and walks towards me.

"Is that the only reason sir? Or is there something more between the two of you?"

Just as I'm about to answer him, I hear the door open. Both of my whip our heads to face the now open door. In the door way is Germany, hair mussed up and shirtless.

"G-G-Germany? What are you doing up, you idiot! You need sleep." I hurry over to him and start to try to push him back to the room I had put him in.

"Stop fussing England, I'm fine." despite his words, he stumbles and starts to favour his left leg. My shoulders sag.

"No your not, your injured. I'm taking you to the main bathroom so I can treat those wounds." I continue to push him out into the hall and towards the bathroom. "Your dismissed Harrison" I shout to him as I leave "You can show yourself out" I quickly look at him over my shoulder, to see the typical 'I told you so' smile on his face.

I put my confusing feelings and all my worries on a back burner. First thing on my mind is fixing Germany… no, fixing Ludwig

I hope that you like this chapter! Little old Iggy is starting to confuse himself with his growing feelings for Germany. I love writing Confused!England… makes me laugh XD

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