Interlude 3 Germany

Germany was an intelligent and organized nation. Some might say a cleaning crazy control freak, but not many would say that to his face. Excluding Prussia of course. And occasionally Romano…

So, Germany liked to keep an organized and constantly updated mental database about everything he's ever seen or heard about, including images and data charts from his photographic memory. Nobody knew that his intelligence and mental strength went that far, but he was fine with that.

What he wasn't fine with was being confused.

That's exactly what that Peter Adams was doing at first and this new assistant of Canada's was doing now. They were shaking his mental database.

It wasn't only that sometimes their eyes flashed a agonizingly familiar blue, or that they were impossible to understand much less read, or even that he kept on getting a sense of déjà vu whenever he looked at them even though his photographic memory told him that he never met them before. After all, he can remember everything and one he ever saw or met since the day he was formed.

Or did he?

Ever since he saw Peter Adams he kept on getting flashes and visions that he never recalled having. It was as if some small and buried part of his mind or soul was trying to remind him of something. And lately his strange dreams and images of that little girl with the cute dresses and the broomstick were increasing.

On top of that he was a little uneasy over a flashback he had in which he looked into a mirror and found that a young blue eyed boy in a black suit was gazing back at him. For the first time ever, according to his mental database, he realized that he didn't have memories of himself as a child.

It was really strange.

Germany was an intelligent and organized nation, but he sacrificed learning emotions in favor of learning information. So he didn't know what to think about these strange feelings that his Italian companion, not Romano, was bringing up for him. Or the small voice of a child coming from the recently discovered blocked off part of his mind that was crying over not getting something done or fulfilling a promise.

This chain reaction started with the arrival of these assistants.

So, he watched the strange young woman, a teenager really, as she stood behind Canada's chair with her perfect posture and perfect features. She was ridiculous in her perfection, really. And she looked alarmingly like some strange combination of Canada and Russia. He told himself it was a coincidence, but something kept nagging at him.

For a second her features twisted into a cruel, almost sadistic smirk as she looked at Canada. It gave Germany a sense of unease and he lifted an eyebrow at her. She looked at him and for a second her eyes glimmered; she was too far away to see exactly what had happened but he thought that he saw a flash of blue for a moment.

Completely wiping off all expressions from her face she nodded at him before looking at the floor. He looked at her suspiciously once more before turning to the panicking Italian next to him, something about a pasta shortage… again. He then spent the next ten minutes trying to assure his first friend that there was indeed not a pasta shortage before Italy went completely off topic,

"Germany? What's happening to the pretty woman behind Canada?"

Narrowing his eyes he turned towards the source of Italy's confusion and his own headache. The girl, Samantha Vanpool, was glaring at Canada's back and once again her eyes were glimmering. She was biting her lip and, as Germany watched, a small trickle of blood began to run down her lip, making her look like those untouchably beautiful vampires often seen in modern literature.

But, above all, it was the expressions that were crossing her face. Looks of adoration were distinctly crossed with the glares of absolute hatred while fear shared space with comfort. However, what was really scaring Germany was the look of alarm and disbelief rapidly spreading on her face. And then, suddenly, she collapsed.

By then everyone had saw her and Canada had turned to see her fall.

People blocked his view and then he heard gasping as he stood and walked over only to see-

I do not own Hetalia.

Okay, I lied. I didn't explain anything. I'll have someone explain that in hopefully the next chapter. And about that... I'm taking a break- is hiatus a word?- for two weeks to a month minus my Role Play(s). Or until a) guilt overwhelms me or b) my friends make me. Hope to see you guys soon.