All For One, One For All
A/N: Yay I've UPDATED! :'D
Okay so this is GERMANY'S flashback,placed right before he left his country to go to the meeting about Lizzie. Hope you all enjoy and remember I do not own Axis powers Hetalia! If I did I wouldn't be writing this disclaimer! XD
Song Of The Chapter (if you don't know what it is go look on my profile :D): Losing You By Randy Newman
ALSO! I loved this song so much i have scattered it in this chapter, I'll probably never do this again... so like YEAH! :D

(GERMANY'S POV)

I sighed as I looked at all these papers placed in front of me; some were newsletters, letters, but most were papers I'd have to read and then sign. Randomly I picked one off the top and saw it was a letter. I sighed, not excited to get started, and began using my wooden letter opener without looking to see who it was from. As I began to open the letter to read I heard the door crash against the wall.

"Ciao~ Ve~ Doitsu!"

I groaned and hit my head repeatedly on the table.

Italy began running through the house to some room that thankfully wasn't mine singing a song including something about pasta I bet. Then suddenly he stopped and his running began to get louder, illustrating that he was coming to the room I was in.

I groaned and turned to face him as he entered the doorway.

He searched the room rather quickly and then looked at me, "Doitsu? Where's Little Pasta...?"

I looked at him curiously, Little Pasta being his nickname for Elizibet, "Italy... Miss. Elizabet has been gone for a few weeks now."

Suddenly the Italian idiot's face turned white in a panic. "We got to find her Doitsu! She must be so scared all alone out there!", he ran to a window and yelled "DON'T WORRY LITTLE PASTA I'LL SAVE YOU!"

Was a fool with my money
And I lost every dime
And the sun stopped shining
And it rained all the time
It did set me back some

He ran to the other side of the room and began running towards the window, about to jump through.
I rolled my eyes, he had done the same thing when he had tried to find Elizabet when we had playing Hide 'n' Seek before he had came, jumped out the window, ruined the window, and had earned himself a week in the hospital which had been bliss.

And to prevent that from happening again...

"Uwaaaah! Doitsu Taskete! I'm stuck!"

I had ordered the windows to be smaller.

I got up and walked over to him, opening the window more, just enough so he could get out.

"Italy, before you run out the door..."

"The DOOR! Thanks Doitsu!" he ran towards the door

I sighed, there's no place on this Earth that could help that Italian idiot...

I opened the letter and sighed at the typed writing. I guess I was hoping for a letter from Elizabet, but she always wrote HER letters in crayon, the color according to the weather outside; red was hot, sky blue was warm, pink was normal, orange was sunny skies but cold wind, green was a light chill, yellow was cold, and purple meant it was snowing.
Anyway, Miss. Elizabet would write me letters even when she was next to me, telling me about her day even if I was there with her. Then she'd draw a picture of Italy, her, and me in it matching the weather and adding little things that had to do with what we saw or talked about that day.

I sighed and just began reading the letter.

"Dear Mr. Lugwig,..."

I blinked, it has been a while since anybody has called me by my human name without quotes with Germany in-between. (Example: Dear Ludwig "Germany"...)

"There is to be a meeting at the Loire Castles, starting at 3:30 PM, concerning Elisabet Anna Cheri's wellbeing with her guardian Francis "France" Bonnefoy..."

"Hmm." I thought aloud, so Romano's plan worked. He had called me to say he was going to contact The World Council and tell them about France and miss. Elizabet, The World Council were basically in charge of secudeling the meetings, the airplane tickets, everything that us countries didn't want to do. They had recently taken control of being Miss. Elisabet's "Adoption Center" since the last one had accidently sent her to Prussia instead of me. So now they were basically in charge of her and her wellbeing. I scowled at the thought of them and got up and began walking to the window.

They shouldn't have excucuted her parents like that. I sighed, if only th public knew how they're deaths had actually been. I rubbed my temples.
When they found out I had told Elisabet what had really happened to her parents I was going to be in trobule. BIG trobule.

"Ludwig!" a man yelled from the other side of the room, I had been going to join the other countries in an emergancy meeting
"Danae?" I ran over to my friend whom was behind bars
"Wh-What are you doing here?" I asked bending down
"Oh Ludwig, seeing a friendly face is like finding THE Wishing Star in the sky of endless immatations!" he half-sobbed
"Danae, wh-why are you here?"
"Love my friend." A tear fell from his light freckled face, "TRUE love, and just like Romeo and Juliet, we are forced to never be together."
"What are you talking about?"
"Ludwig, no matter WHAT they say in that h*ll you call a board room, I love her AND my child."
"Danae... I don't like where this is going..."
"Oh Elsiabet... I hope you get to meet her before our sentence is carried out."
"Danae! WHAT THE F*CK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?"
"Ludwig... I'm going to be exucuted for loving a BEATIFUL American girl and having a little angel with her."

A tear escaped my eye and I quickly wiped it away. I looked down and saw Italy running around yelling, "LITTLE PASSTTTTTTTAAAAAAA! WHERE ARE YOU?"

But I made it through
But I'll never get over losing you

"It was nothing!" I argued with the others, most of them agreeing what Danae had predicted
"GERMANY!" Prussia hissed, "THIS was NOT nothing, THIS is treachory!"
"He was in love!"
"He had a CHILD with-with that THING!"
"She is not a thing! She is the Western's pride and joy! And her name is Kaia! NOT THING! It is that MONSTER that stole her heart! HE should be the only one punished!" Whats-His-Face argued
"And who are you again?" Prussia snarled
"...C-C-Canada..." he said backing down from Prussia's glare
"Elisabet is a living breathing child!" England snarled, "It is not her fault for being BORN, it is JUST her parents we should put to death!"

I choked back tears as I took a quick glance at the picture of Danae and me as children, which I had been forced to hide from Elisabet during her stay here.

Do you know how much you mean to me?
Should've told you 'cause it's true

I looked at Danae with longing eyes as he began walking to the platform where he'd be hanged.
His skin was brusied and scarred, he had rope burns, and 3rd degree burns on his arms along with long and wide cuts. His skin was pale and his ribs showed when he walked. His normal, bushy dark brown hair that would never hang over his unushual grey eyes were now almost covering the bridge of his nose.
"...Any...Any last words... Danae Aaron A-Abasi Baa-takr-s-" France stammered, trying to sound out the Chinese part of his name as he put the noose around his neck
"It's Baatarsaikhan Francis." he said smiling weakly, "My people! My name is Danae Aaron Abasi Baatarsaikhan -cough- Simba Athan A-cough-Aoi Antioco Anzor Alaric Cheri... The-The Second."
"And my last wor-cough-words are, K-K-cough-Kaia! Having Elsiabet was well w-worth this. M-May God judge me well since I bear his name in my own. And...And Germany?" he searched breifly for me and once he did he smiled and shrugged as if we were children again, "I am sorry for all the pain this has caused you my friend... My only regret is losing my dear Lizzie to be with God -cough-. May sh-she live a happy and fulfilled life berfore j-joining me." he sobbed slightly
I began to cry too, wanting to run before seeing my friend die in front of me, but I was frozen.
And because I had let one tear escape, more began to come.
"A-Ahmen Danae..." France chocked as He pulled the lever to release the trapdoor under Danae
Quickly I turned my head away.
Danae my friend...
Like you said...
May God judge you, and judge you well, for you bear the name "God Is My Judge".

I'd get over losing anything
But I'll never get over losing you

"LITTLE PASTA!"

Quickly I wiped away my tears as I yelled down to Italy, feeling guilty for not telling him sooner and instead being lost in the past, "ITALY! Miss. Elisabet is fine! The year's up! She-She got a new guardian!"

Italy looked up at me, even though I was a way up I could still see the sadness in his eyes, "So, Little Pasta is gone?"

I nodded, kind of wishing she WAS lost and not just plainly gone.
That way at least we'd have a chance at seeing her again.

Italy went over to the wooden plank that we had made into a swing for Elisabet and sat down in it gloomily.

I walked over and went to my a stack of files and scanned them until I found the one labeled "Elizabet's Poseitions".

I sat down and began looking in it sadly, gently stroking every page.

(PS READ THIS ALOUD IT WILL HOPEFULLY MAKE MORE SENSE. IF IT STILL DOESN'T LOOK AT THE BOTTOM OF THE PAGE FOR THE "TRANSLATION".)
"Deer Papa Germanie,
Twoday Itally and you and me went to the markett. Their were lots of fishes which made it smell stinkie. Butt then we found a puppie! It wuz brown and its furr wuz all messy. Thene you tooke it hoome becauze you saids the puppies leg wuz not straighte. And thene you made it all better! So me and Itally nammed it Potato becauze you loved potatos and we wanteed to keep Potato! But you saids we could not. So Itally desided I sood keep it but you still saids no. So you took Potato aways.
Butt the next day I fowed Potato at the door whens you sent me to git the news paper! I wuz so happy! And thens you saids we could keep him! I wuz even happyer! Thank you Papa Germanie!
Love, Lizze!"
And underneath was a picture of Italy, Elizabet, Potato, and me; holding hands, this written in purple crayon meaning it was snowing outside when she wrote it. On the side I had written "4/21/2010".

When you're young
And there's time
To forget the past
You don't think that you will
But you do

Then I felt something wet on my shoe. I looked down to see the mangy pup, Potato, with a yellow mess on my shoe.

"Potato..." I growled as I got up to get a towel

I had trained dogs but I couldn't train Potato since he was always following Elizabet and the one time I asked she hugged Potato and smiled to the both us and said that she loved Potato just the way he was.

I opened the bathroom door and taped to the window, like always, was a picture Elizabet had drawn of my TRAINED dogs and I on our intense obsectal course, in pink crayon on the corner read "Go Papa! -happy face- I love you! Love Lizzie -heart-". I blinked as I put the towel after using it on my shoe, and then looked at the picture, picking it up without taking it off the mirror.

On the back of the obsectal course, barely visable, behind me and my dogs, looking as though they were struggleing to keep up, was Potato, with Italy cheering and Lizzie on her swing in the background.

I smiled, it had been a complex picture but it was drawn so simply. I felt my heart strings being tugged again.

This was like loseing Danae all over again.

Except that time I knew he'd never come back, with this one I knew she couldn't back even if she tried.

But you do
But I know that I don't have time enough
And I'll never get over losing you

I heard the door open and close, I looked in the direction of the door and saw Italy. He was still sad but looked up and said smiling weakly, "I've had Little Pasta for two years, but maybe I'll get her next year Ve~?"

I nodded, although she might be even more physical danger than she would be with France, it would be nice to see her running behind whenever Italy would come in full blast.

I thought I better get back to that letter from The World Council.

I sighed and told Italy, although I bet I'll regret this, to make whatever he wanted to in the kitchen. His face instantly brightened and he squealed, "PAAAAAASSSSSSSTTTTTTAAAAA!"

I smiled sheepishly and began walking back to my desk, surprised to hear footsteps behind me. For a moment I thought it was Miss. Elisabet but I turned and saw Potato with his silly smile almost as big as his blue eyes. He seemed to be begging for me to let him out, but then with Italy making his stupid pasta and me doing paperwork no one would be able to watch him.

I thought about it and patted his tiny, oversized head, "Maybe later Potato."

He whimpered as if he understood me, and followed me gloomily back to my office to read the letter.

I sat back down in the chair and picked the letter again.

"Dear Mr. Ludwig, September 4th, 2010
There is to be a meeting at the Loire Castles, starting at 3:30 PM, concerning Elizabet Anna Cheri's wellbeing with her guardian Francis "France" Bonnefoy. There is evidance that the girl is being treated unfairly and unjustly. Such is the case that we invite you along with the other countries whom have passed on Elizabet Anna Cheri to another. Mr. Francis "France" Bonnefoy's overall credit on his care of Elizabet Anna Cheri will be completely up to you and the other countries. And if Mr. Francis "France" Bonnefoy is unfit to care for the child then we pick the next guardian rather than choose one at random with the Computer Country 2.500. We shall take all responiblites to get you to the Loire Castles saftly. Please contact our number if you are unable to come. We hope to hear from you soon.
Signed, The World Council Secratary"

I sighed and rubbed my temples again and looked down to see Potato sitting down, smiling his goofy smile once more.

I've been cold
I've been hungry
But not for awhile
I guess most of my dreams have come true
With it all here around me

I looked outside and noticied it was still sunny outside.
Pink...
I blinked then chuckled to myself and decided to go out and do the obsectable course with my dogs.

I got up and Potato followed as I passed the kitchen I could see Italy happily making his pasta, so far not noticing that Elizabet wasn't here anymore.

I opened the door and made sure Potato was still inside. He whimpered sadly as I closed the door, I looked at him trying to send a telepathic thought that he was too small and untrained to come out and do the obsectable course.

I went over to my dogs; Blackie, a short-haired German Shepherd, Berlitz, a Doberman, and Aster, a Golden Retriever, and unhooked their chains. They barely moved until I ordered "SIT." They all got up and sat immeditly.

I smiled, TRAINED dogs.

In the background I could hear Potato whimpering and barking as we made our way to the obsectical course. Before Elizabet would hold him and sit on her swing and watch. Sometimes she'd join but only for her favorite parts like climbing the bars and jumping the tires.

Before long I heard Potato barking. I decided to ignore it.
Then I heard him whimpering. I decided to ignore it.
Next was his whining. Again, which I had decided to ignore.
And soon I heard a thumping against the door. Once more I ignored it to be with my dogs.
And then out of nowhere, the door slammed open and out came Potato running fullblast. But what was strange was that instead of cutting corners and running to us he ran to the beginning of the course anf began running up, still full blast, trying to catch up.

I was shocked to see him still running full blast half way there, smilijng his ol' goofy smile, his tongue hitting his face happily.

He ran up next to my right and refused to leave, even when Blackie's, Berlitz's, and Aster's growls became snarls with bared teeth. He refused to stop, to slow down, he just kept running as fast as he could, come what may.

An honest dog.

An honest dog was a dog that would keep running, that would keep doing his best, never once stopping until he couldn't move anymore.
Most dogs would show illstartions of them doing the same but actually running; with sled dogs they would be running but not really pulling, only doing half the work yet scaming all of us to thinking he too was an honest dog.

And my trained dogs compared to Potato, these dogs who I had thought were as honest as the definition would let on...
Well, Potato beat them by a long-shot.

I began running a bit faster, going back to my ushual pace, going a bit faster, and repeating the cycle to try and dare Potato to challenge me.

He caught on quickly and began running even harder, faster. There was no dog more honest than Potato.

I began running faster, trying to beat him though sweat was running down my body like rain. I looked back at my trained dogs and saw them behind, trying to run as fast they could while resting at the same time.

I looked back at Potato.

He was running as fast as he could, looking back once in a while trying to taunt me, rather enjoying being faster, and then once he had finished he just continued running, paying no attention that that was the end of the track.

I stopped and put my hands on my knees panting heavily, still watching, trying to interperate his movements.

He was moving forward, enjoying the past but quickly going back to trying to get to the future, even when his life ended he would keep going, not stopping because he knew that he must go forward and not dwell on the past, and rather enjoy the present, being in my company, running as far and as hard as he wanted.
Potato taught me a lesson that day, and one that I shall never forget.

Now the word "trained" means nothing to me.
The words "honest", "self-assured", "encouraging", "loyal", and "boundless" had new meanings to me now.

Potato ran towards me, beginning to slow down. He stopped in front of me, sat down, and his tail was wagging as if he was saying 'More? More? More please!', and then I noticied my dogs sitting obeidetitly at the end of the course, ready for me to give them a new command.

"Go home." I ordered as I bent down to pet Potato on a job well done.

"I'm going to beat you someday, but you know that don't you?" I patted his head and stood up

I walked over and chained up the dogs and stood there at the door, trying to relive the moment in my mind.

Then I felt something wet on my shoe, I looked down to see the same liquid as before on my shoe. But before I could scold him, Italy yelled, "Doitsu! Dinner is ready!"

And just like that, the moment was over and reality had kicked in.

Potato still wasn't potty-trained, Italy had just finished making pasta, and my appietite was gone.

Somedays, reality just continues to ruin my life.

No peace do I find
'Cause I'll never get over losing you
No, I'll never get over losing you.

LIZZIE'S LETTER TRANSLATION:
"Dear Papa Germany,
Today Italy, you, and me went to the market. Their were lots of fish which made it smell stinky (or "terrible"). But then we found a puppy! It was brown and its fur was all messy. Then you took it home because you said the puppy's leg wasn't straight. And then you made it all better (in other words; Germany mended it)! So me and Italy named it Potato becauze you loved potatos and we wanted to keep Potato! But you said we couldn't. So Italy desided I should keep it but you still said no. So you took Potato away.
But the next day I found Potato at the door when you sent me to get the newspaper! I was so happy! And then you said we could keep him (not because Germany was soft hearted though, because he was sick of the puppy so he finally gave up and gave in)! I was even happier! Thank you Papa Germany!
Love, Lizze!"

Another A/N:
Hello! It took me 3 days to make this so I hope you all enjoyed! :D
Speaking of 3, have any of you seen Toy Story 3, I just bought it on DVD? IT WAS SO AWESOME! :'D
I LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVED IT! Watch it! You shall not be disappionted!

Also Happy-Soon-To-Be-Thanksgiving! :D
Football, lots food, lots of weight, realitives!
Too bad I only like/get the weight and food parts! XD
I hope all you guys remember to give thanks and everything! Be sure to be thankful for Toy Story 3! THE best triology since The Lord of The Rings! :D
And thanks for being so patient with me on this story!
And for that may I give you an early Thanksgiving prayer? If you said no TOO BAD! XD
"May there be a roof over your head, from the rain and wind. May a cup of Arizonia Green Tea be nice and cold for you while you do your arthmatic. May there be hot cookies and hot choclate for you while you take off your rain gear. May your phones be charged in case of an emergency. And may your cuboard be filled with food, just be sure to donate a can or two! And lastly, may your turkies be fat and hopefully already dead!
Happy Thanksgiving to all, and to all a good night!" X)

~WXC