"Papa, why are you wearing that?"
The soft, curious yet slightly shaky voice caused Germany's heart to fall as he spun to face his young son. Israel, still clad in his pajamas, looked up and down at his father's uniform. His father was dressed in a dark black SS outfit complete with a black cap with a skull and crossbones and a red armband with a monstrous swastika sticking out from the blood red cloth.
"I-I..." Germany started to stutter as the boy gazed at him with curious golden eyes. He couldn't think of the correct words to explain his actions to the boy. He sighed and hanging his head slightly said honestly, "listen, Israel, Adolf Hitler is my new chancellor."
Israel let out a small gasp of war and cried, "wh-what?! But Papa..."
"No buts," snapped Germany sternly and the boy let out a small whimper and recoiled slightly. Germany felt bad for snapping at him and walked over to him, he put a hand on the boy's shoulder and brushed his curly black hair back.
"Listen son," he said in a more gentle voice, "I know it sounds bad, but Herr Hitler has a way to get us out of this depression, and to stop the Versailles treaty. I know his men bullied you but that wont happen to you again, and he won't harm you, he only harm's bad Jews, and you're a good Jew."
Israel nodded but he still looked uncertain about this however there wasn't much he could say or do, his father was in charge after all. He nodded and said, "yes, Papa."
"Good boy," said the German nation giving the boy a small hug, " not to worry, things will get better, I can assure you of that. No come on, let me introduce you to my new boss."
Israel nodded and took his father's hand. Germany led him from their house. They arrived at the chancellery. Aviel noticed that several people were taking down the imperial German flags and replacing them with red flags with swastikas. Israel looked on with concern, he wondered if his father's president, Herr von Hindenberg, would approve of this.
"Papa, if Hitler does try to hurt me," said Israel, "will Herr von Hindenberg let him?"
"He wont to try to hurt you, Israel, you're not a bad boy," said Germany, "and if he does you wont need Herr von Hindenberg to protect you, I will. He's just the chancellor anyway, Israel, he cant do too much, he's just helping me."
Israel nodded but was still I'm convinced that he was fully safe. Every time he looked as those swastikas he felt uneasy.
But he looked up to his father who gave him an encouraging smile and gripped his hand, thinking that he didn't have anything to worry about, Papa wouldn't let him down, he would protect him.
"Guten tag, Herr Hitler," said Germany as he entered with a friendly smile. Hitler was sitting behind a desk and shifting through papers. He glanced up and his eyes met the gold and ones of the boy. Israel gave him a small smile but Hitler responded with a slight grunt and a flash of anger in his blue eyes.
"Germany," he scolded, his annoyed glare flickering to the German. Germany got the memo and extended his arm straightly before crying, "heil Hitler!"
Germany looked down at his son and gestured for him to do the same. Israel didn't like it, but he obeyed.
"Heil Hitler," said the Jewish nation with a shudder. Hitler gave a slight smile, as if mocking the boy for having to salute him in such a manner. Israel hung his head but didn't say anything.
"So, Germany," said the Nazi Fuhrer, "aside to introduce me to the Jew, is there a reason you are here? And where is Prussia?"
"I'm not sure, I think he went to go check up on the president, well I was just here to introduce Israel but... Do you have any orders, Herr Hitler?"
"Not yet," said the Nazi Fuhrer, "however I was thinking that it might be in our best interest to gather some allies before we can think of challenging the Allies. I've already been using the orders to build up our military but it could be good to have some other nations backing this up."
"Hmmm…I already have an ally, fascist Italy, he would probably be happy to sign up with me, lord knows he pops by every other day. And I could call my old friend Japan...?"
"Japan, Papa?" said Israel with meek curiosity. Hitler shot him another venomous glare for interrupting and snarled, "do not interrupt, Jew!"
Israel winced and blinked with surprise. Germany's brows furrowed and he shot a glare at the Fuhrer. He opened his mouth to demand that he not speak to his son in such a manner however at that moment the doors were thrown open by none other then Prussia himself, dressed in identical uniform to Germany, SS uniform and swastika armband.
"West! Mein fuehrer!" he cried, his red eyes wide in panic. Germany, Hitler, and Israel all winced but for any of them could even open their mouths to ask what was wrong Prussia cried, "Herr von Hindenberg is dead!"
Germany gasped Israel shuddered and after blinking away his initial shock Hitler had to hide a smile.