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"So tell me. Who are you?" Prussia asked sitting on the bed.

Ludwig gave him a puzzled look. "Pardon?"

"Who are you?" Prussia repeated.

Ludwig sighed and shirted on his bed. "You know who I am."

"Mmm not really." he said. "Tell me, who are you?"

Ludwig shot him an annoyed look before saying "I am Ludwig. Prince and heir to the crown. Son of Frederick the Second King of Prussia."

Prussia smirked. "Wrong answer. Who are you?"

"Who do you mean wrong answer?" Ludwig demanded.

"Just as I say. Not tell me, who are you?"

"I just told you." Ludwig said his eyes narrowing.

Prussia continued to smirk. "You gave me the wrong answer. Who are you?"

"Stop asking me that." Ludwig said. "I will not repeat myself."

"Humor me."

Ludwig turned his head back to the book in his hands. "I apologize however I refuse to."

"You have no idea." Prussia whispered. "You have absolutely no idea who you are."

Ludwig looked up from his book aggravated only to find an empty room.

Ludwig gasped as his body twisted and convulsed. His hands gripped the bed sheets to an almost tearing point. He smothered his whimper into the sheets.

He arched his back when a new scar was covered into his body by the invisible sword, this one right along his thigh going under his leg. Blood ran onto the sheets.

Ludwig grabbed his pillow and pressed it to his mouth in order not to allow his whimpers and screams ring free.

Another cut. This time on his lower back.

Ludwig whimpered. Men, women, and children's voices rang out clear in his mind. A town was burning somewhere. His stomach felt the burns as they settled along his body.

What the hell was going on with him?

Prussia threw off the servants hands. He took the few brisk steps towards where Ludwig and Frederick stood.

"I asked you a question. Who are you?" he demanded.

Ludwig turned and narrowed his eyes at Prussia. "I heard you. I have already done this before and I refuse to play this game with you anymore."

Prussia scowled. Ignoring Frederick he took Ludwig by the collar. "Who. Are. You?"

Ludwig tried to get out of his grip. "I told you! I am Ludwig. Prince and heir."

"Who are you?" Prussia nearly screamed.

"I told you!" Ludwig screamed back.

"Who. Are. You?"

"I'm Germany!" Ludwig screamed.

Both of them fell silent. Prussia grinned. "I knew it."

Ludwig brought a hand to his mouth. "I didn't mean that."

"Oh yes. You did." Prussia said almost gleefully.

"What is going on?" Frederick demanded.

Prussia walked around Ludwig who still stood there in shock. "I'll tell you. This child here is no human. Not even close to human."

"I am." Ludwig finally said.

Prussia shook his head. "Nope. You're not. You my so called prince. You are just. Like. Me. Someone of the land and people. A personification."

"I'm not." Ludwig said steely.

"Are." Prussia continued. "The signs are all there. You're strength. You're healing. You're knowledge. Did you think you were a prodigy or something?" he sneered. "Don't make me laugh. You get the knowledge of things like that the same way that I get them. Or Roderich. Or Elizaveta. Feliciano. Lovino. Arthur. Francis. Antonio. All the nations. All the personifications."

"I am not. A personification."

"Gilbert this is ridiculous." Frederick said finally finding his voice. "You told me that a personification is born from the land. Ludwig was born naturally."

Prussia shrugged. "Sometimes, rarely but sometimes, a nation is born to humans. Like now."

Frederick shook his head. "I find this hard to believe."

Prussia shrugged, he looked back at Ludwig. "You are Germany. The one of the German people. Descendent of Germania. Even look like him. You and your country are to continue where Germania and the Holy Roman Empire failed. To unite all the German speaking nations under one."

Ludwig shook his head as he took a step back. "I refuse to believe this."

This time when Prussia grinned it showed his teeth. "The point is it doesn't matter if you believe this or not, you have absolutely no choice in this."

"I'm not." Ludwig whispered. He looked to his father pleadingly. "I'm not what he says."

Frederick placed his hand on Ludwig's shoulder comfortingly. "Don't worry; I'm sure that this is all just a big mistake."

Ludwig began to shake slightly and he grabbed his arms. He shook his head. "I'm not a personification." he whispered. "I'm not."

He dug his nails into his arms. "I am not a personification." His nails continued until they penetrated his skin and blood started to flow slightly.

Alarmed Frederick pulled Ludwig's hands away from his arms. "You're hurting yourself!"

Before either of them could say anything their eyes came to the small marks on Ludwig's arms from his nails. Before their eyes the marks healed leaving no trace.

Ludwig shook his head. "I always healed fast, it's in my genetics."

Father and son eyes connected.

"I am not a personification." Ludwig whispered again. "I'm not."

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