Germany had to exercise every bit of self-control not to strangle the grinning Frenchman in front of him. He sat across from France, clenching his fists and red in the face in anger and bitterness, glowering at him. France was smirking, leaning casually back in his seat and twirling one of his hairs around his finger.
"So Germany," said France, he opened his hand and gestured for the German nation to pay up. Germany would have given all the money in the world to be able to take out a knife and stab it through the Frenchman's hand, it was no less then he deserved he thought. He didn't want to pay another cent to the Frenchman, he was already poor enough and he needed it, he had both Aviel and Prussia to support after all.
Nonetheless he had little choice in the matter yanked out his wallet. He slammed it into the Frenchman's hand, not even bothering to take out the money since he knew that there wasn't much in there to begin with and the Frenchman would be taking it all anyway, France smiled and thanking the German in a sickly sweet voice took out all of the money in the wallet while Germany watched with ferocity. France counted what there was an then pursed his lips and frowned. He then shot the German nation a glare and said, "you're short again."
"I just don't have any more, there's too much inflation, and I'm not earning enough, there's a depression France! You can't expect me to..." Germany started to argue however the Frenchman cut him off with a wave of the hand.
"Excuses, excuses, Germany!" he snapped, "you started the great war so now you have to deal with the consequences!"
"I didn't start anything!" shouted the German nation, " Serbia started the war when he and Austria..."
But his usual arguments fell on deaf ears as France instead leaned in across the table and demanded, "the rest of the money, now."
"You've already taken the Rhineland, cant that count for something?" demanded Germany desperately.
"I'll be sure to take a more land if you don't pay up now," said France, his anger clearly building as the German nation started shaking with anger. France's eyes then darted to the wallet and he spotted a small picture. Clicking his tongue and smirking he took out the picture. Germany's heart fell and he paled.
"G-give that back," demanded Germany but France didn't consent and instead grinned from ear to ear as he looked at the picture which featured a young Israel and him standing side by side in what France recognized to be Rome.
"Who's this?" mused France, "a little boy? Is this a relative of yours, Germany?"
"He's nobody, give it back!" demanded the German nation, shaking now with nervousness as well as anger. The last person he wanted to know about Aviel was France, he did need France to have any blackmail material on him.
"He doesn't look like nobody, you had your arm around him in this photograph, is this your son Germany? He doesn't look like you..." he smiled and then waving the picture tauntingly in front of the German nation said in a singsong voice, " wouldn't it be a shame if you weren't able to care for him anymore? You know I could always take care of him..."
Suddenly unable to control himself, acting solely on instincts, Germany lunged forward at the Frenchman, dealing him firm slap in the face he grabbed the picture and then knocked him to the floor. France was shocked that the gall of the German nation. Germany huffed like an angry bull but then took a deep breath to calm himself and stood up. He tucked the photograph back into his coat pocket and shooting a glare the Frenchman said, "don't touch him, France, if you touch him I don't care about the Versailles treaty, I've already vowed to get you for this but if you touch him..."
France, undeterred, laughed, "you'll what, Germany? You're demilitarized, you can't harm a hair on my head."
The Frenchman stood up, dusted himself off and then said, "I think I should add an extra 1000 Marks or so to your debt for that punch in the face, don't you agree Germany?"
Germany didn't answer but instead clutched a shaking fist.
"Well then, I expect to be paid in a week, say hello to your little boy for me, ta ta~!" With that France exited with a wave. Germany, after the Frenchman had left finally got a chance to let out his anger as he dealt the desk of a harsh kick and then sat down, running hand through his hair and groaning. He sighed and grabbed his pocket. He glanced at the picture and gave a slight smile. He wouldn't allow France to take the boy; he wouldn't allow anybody to take the boy. No matter what, he couldn't allow himself to be separated from Israel.
I should go get him, speaking of which, thought the German nation, I hope America's taking good care of him.