"NO!"

"Shhh! Hey! You're gonna wake the brat up."

But Germany was livid, forgetting about his son for a moment he nearly punched his brother for suggesting such a thing.

"I will not meet with Adolf Hitler!" he declared.

"Come on, West, he wants to meet with you and he has some great ideas about how to get the Allies off our back, don't you want to get back at France? Don't you want to get revenge on the Allies, don't you want to get rid of the Versailles treaty? Don't you want to be strong again?" Prussia smirked when a thoughtful look came to the German's eyes. Germany hung his head and clicked his tongue, thinking to himself for a moment.

"I...I do...but Adolf Hitler is the one who runs the Nazi party, the Nazis were the ones bullying Aviel earlier! How can I elect an anti-Semite when my son is a Jew?!"

"Come on, West, just meet with him, he said he could explain everything, please? Just gave him a shot, 10 minutes, that's all he needs."

Germany hesitated, glancing from the door to Israel's room to his brother but then sighed and nodded in resignation but gave the Prussian nation a warning look and said, "10 minutes, 10 minutes only."

Prussia grinned and nodded then let his brother out of the house and before Germany knew he was standing right in front of the Fuhrer himself. The leader of the Nazi party stood up and extended his hand to shake Germany's but Germany didn't take his hand and instead gave the Nazi party leader a venomous glare and spat, "what do you want?"

Hitler smiled, but Germany could tell from the glint in his eyes that he was annoyed, "what I want this to help you, fatherland, the Versailles treaty is embarrassing and you don't deserve to be held a down by inferior nations. You should be strong, fatherland, you are Aryan after all."

"Aryan," spat Germany bitterly, "that's the second time I've heard that word, it doesn't mean anything to me except your men were beating up my son earlier for not being Aryan."

Hitler clicked his tongue and his face darkened but he smiled nonetheless, trying to emote a charming air, "you'll have to excuse that, fatherland, they didn't know he was your son, some of the soldiers can be roughians sometimes, you will understand that. I have nothing against your son."

"But he's a Jew and according to the Nazis you hate Jews," said the German nation with an arch of the eyebrow.

"I hate the Jews that deserve it," said Hitler simply, "but if your son doesn't deserve it, then I don't hate him. In fact it would be in your son's best interest if I were to become the chancellor of Germany, your fuehrer. I can help you build up your military, I could give you more living space, I could improve your economy and taking care of him and yourself would be far easier and you would never have to worry about France's Versailles treaty ever again. All it would take would be me becoming your leader. Come now, Germany, you're a reasonable nation, get to see a good opportunity?"

He extended his hand to the German nation, wanting to shake on it. Germany blinked with surprise and glanced from his brother to the fuehrer, clearly confused. On one hand Hitler had said but he didn't hit his son, was he lying? He had said he only hated Jews that deserved it. That seemed logical. The German nation continued to think. On one hand he didn't know this Hitler that well and he gave him bad vibes, but on the other hand, his stomach burned with anger at the French nation and at the Allies and Hitler was right, he did deserve to be strong, he deserved to get revenge.

Didn't he?

He glanced over Prussia who smiled and gave him an encouraging nod, mouthing the words 'do it.'

Germany took a deep breath and then shook Hitler's hand saying, "deal then, mein Fuhrer."

Germany hoped he hadn't made a mistake.