"Deutschland! Deutschland! Uber alles!
Uber alles in der Welt!"
Germany hadn't felt this proud and happy in a very long time. He reveled in the looks of admiration that the other nations gave him as they walked into his Olympic Coliseum. He was hosting the Olympics and was relishing every moment. He grinned and sneered when France shot him a look of bitter hatred and slight admiration. Thanks to the Fuhrer his forces had recently taken back the Rhineland. Versailles was basically dead. France had been put in his place.
The other nations whispered their admiration of him:
"That's a cool uniform, I wish my boss could give me one like that!"
"He really showed France before! He's really brave!"
"And strong! Look at all of his soldiers, see how tough they look?"
"This place is so big and cool! I love Berlin!"
"And to think he was poor just a little while ago!"
"His boss must be a great man!"
Germany's chest swelled with pride and he grinned egotistically. His brother was standing just a little while away from him, also in his SS uniform greeting some people and chatting away happily with Spain.
"Ve, Ve, Doitsu!" cried Italy, running foreword to hug him. Germany gagged but smiled slightly, he was far too happy to be annoyed with the Italian.
"Ve! Have you heard what everyone's been saying?!"
"Ja, Italia, I have," he said proudly.
"Ve, I guess your boss is a great guy after all, he's made you so strong and popular!"
"I guess so too," said Germany with a smile, glancing over his shoulder to where his Fuhrer sat. Hitler was chatting away with his generals, looking equally as proud and haughty as his nation.
"I'm happy I gave him the title, I'm happy I made him my leader," said Germany. Italy nodded.
"Germany!"
Germany glanced over his shoulder and smiled when he saw America coming his way.
"Hello America," said Germany, holding himself up at full height. He noticed that America looked rather stressed and tired and smiled when he realized that the Ally was still in a depression while he was doing well. He was doing better then America!
"How is your economy?" asked Germany with a brazen grin. The American nation frowned but didn't look mad at Germany for asking such a question. He gave a hesitant chuckle and said, "still not good." He then grinned and gestured around to the Olympic stadium, " so I thought it would be good to take a break and come to the Olympics, you're doing really well Germany, I wish I had a boss as cool as yours!"
Germany nodded and then America asked, "say, where's Jacob?"
As if an answer there was a sudden cry of, "Papa!" Germany turned and grinned from ear to ear when he saw his smiling son run up to him. Israel yanked his father into a tight hug. Germany smiled and patted the boy on the head.
"How are you, son?" he asked and to his delight the boy looked up at him with happiness shiny and his golden eyes.
"I'm great, papa! I haven't been better!" cried the child happily, "I was just passing by the shops and all the Nazis were really polite to me, they waved to me and all of the 'Jews forbidden' signs were even gone! Things are going back to normal!"
"Not just normal, my son, even better!" said Germany giving his son a hug. He couldn't think of the last time things had been this perfect, he had his son at his side, he no longer had the Versailles treaty to worry about, the other nations adored him, he was strong and powerful once more, he had put France in his place, and he was the envy of America.
What could possibly go wrong?
Germany and Israel as well as Italy and America took their seats. America sat next to Israel and entertained him during the boring parts where the Fuhrer strutted about the stage proudly. Germany, despite his disdain for the Allies couldn't help but smile when he saw how happy the boy was to be playing with his friend without having to worry about the Nazis bullying him or stores barring him from entry because he was a Jew anymore.
Germany's national anthem played, the Nazi soldiers proudly singing it. Israel sung along in Germany joined in:
"Deutschland! Deutschland! Uber alles!
Uber ales in der Welt!"
Germany put an arm around his son and the boy leaned against his father with a happy smile on his face as the games begun. Germany looked over his shoulder at the pouting France and gave him a small wink. France growled and sunk down in his seat. Germany hugged his son to him and sighed in content. The games were fun, and after they were over America promised that Israel could come over to his house at any time and Germany too.
"My house is kind of in disarray," admitted the American sadly, "but you're always welcome."
Germany politely said they would think about it though in his head he thought that he would never have a reason to take his son to America, their home was perfectly fine after all.
The minute that the Berlin Olympic Games war over and all of the other nations had left the Nazis went right back to being nasty to Aviel and the 'Juden Verboten' signs went right back up.