Third smiled and he moved the truck in front of his son west. He watched his son west giggle as the truck moved on its own. Everything was amazing, it had been years since the war. He had a new life. Left the bloodshed behind. But, unlike everyone thinks, he hasn't lost that side to him. He's still horrifying. He would still- West squirmed and squealed because the plastic truck stopped moving. Third quickly rolled it back and watched it shoot across the carpet. East sat with his family and chuckled at his little brother squealing at the trucks moment without any hand moving. Third chuckled at how he'd done that the first time he saw a car. Sadly that child like wonder was dead in him. The car banged into a wall and third jumped. He got up and reached for his gun, sadly he kept one under his pillow then had a room of them, not one on him. He quickly realized it was just a little car and gave west the toy, letting East amuse the child while he made dinner. When he was done he walked up stairs, taking the only phone in the house and calling an old friend.
"Jello this is America."
"Guten Tag, Third is my name."
"Third! Buddy! Been years, hows the kids? Heard you adopted new ones, sense you know...."
"Ja, say it."
"East died because Soviet starved him and Germany did suicide in like, 1989..?"
"Nein! I meant that I can't have kids because I'm anti social! Don't remind me of those two..."
"Sorry sorry, dude, Fuck the hell."
"Fuck- I mean...funny.,..,?"
"What the fuck is happening on your side?" Ame could her a quiet voice say fuck and then third yelled no, then some running. Third came back to the phone panting.
"Guten tag Ame."
"Third, what was That?"
"The kids." Third stretched.
"Ah, I've had 50 in my life, let me guess they heard you swear?"
"Yes, sadly."
"So, tell me, what's my grand children like?"
"Come on, your my step dad, technically- yes west?" Third was sadly, interrupted again. West did a motion that showed that he wanted to play with Third.
"In a mit, I mean bit, god I swear I am losing my mind. East play with your brother!"
"No! I am reading my book!"
Third let out a sigh and pet west head.
"Hey Dad, I have to go, talk later got it?" Third said. Sadly before Ame could reply Third hung up.
America who had fallen asleep woke up due to well, the car stopping and everyone starting to yell at Third. He didn't understand this until Soviet told him. Which Made him a little pissed. Third got out if the Car and stretched. He parked at a mall. So they could have breakfast and he, well he could buy something stupid. But Ame pulled him aside. They where outside the mall, pretty far from the rest of the group,
"Are you okay!" The American was angry.
Third shrugged. Didn't really care. He got to drive so he was happy. Then he realized America was looking for a verbal answer. "Ja, I got to drive."
"That's a bad thing GIR." America referenced. He did that a lot when he was stressed.
"Mein name is Third Reich or Nazi Germany." Replied Third Germany.
"Sorry, it's a joke, you know I reference when I get stressed, I raised you." America growled.
"Let's Just get some food." Third said, trying to get out of this situation.
"No, Third stop running! I am sick of you doing this!" America yelled.
Third started walking and America grabbed his shoulder. His grip was strong. Third growled and turned around slapped America then walking off. Thirds nails where sharp like claws. He left a scratch on America's cheek.
(Yeah, late and short. Sue me if you want. I have been busy. Btw, not doing a Christmas special. Don't yell, I just, dislike Christmas. I am atheist what can I say? Anyway, my holiday is on the 30th so I will be very busy. Anyway, happy snow holidays gift bags! I don't know...btw, babe, happy birthday! IN LIKE FOREVER!)
