The Aftermath

Chapter 11

There it was.

Germany did not know what would come next. He answerd the question, told his (still not clear) identidy and now... What now? It was dead silent. Nobody made a single noise. Unsettled, Germany kept staring up at his opponent , trying to spot any change in  his mimic. The gun in his face started to shake a little bit.

Suddenly there was a soft whimper and sniffel behind them, who fastly got louder into a painful wail, going up in down in pitch like a air-raid siren. France staggerd backwards, wrapping her arms around her and clawing the ragged cloth. Her face was a mask of horror and torment: red puffy eyes, spit and snot dribbeling down her chin mixing with her tears. Germany got a short glimpse of the look in her eyes. Something he could not name first. "L-Le mon-monstre est de retour!", France shrieked. "Le monstre... monstre..." The monocle-guy came running over and grabbed her before she could crawl up into a ball. A somewhat awkward pause ensued as France got almost dragged away behind the safety of the soldiers while her outcrys still ecoed from the ruins around them. "Le monstre...! Le monstre...! Le... mon..."

Quite dramatic, Germany thought without pity. What a show.  Had she no self-control? He would never react that way, that was sure. Also some another jibberish besides that from the blue-red striped guys. As this situation and world he's been thrown in wasn't complicated enough already. But monstre... Was this supposed to be... It reminded him of something. The same feeling from before,the feeling of almost remembering but not able to hold it down. So damm frustrating... A slight, but sudden movement from the Sunglass-Guy infront of him brought him back into the dangerous situation he was actually in.

"Doitschland...?" America finally found his voice again. "This... is not the time to joke." His words were trembleing under a false husk of calmness. "This... this... you better stop fucking joking!" The Germany-Thing did not answer and just kept blankly staring up him. "It is not joking!", Soviet  called out way to loud. "Why would something like... that... joke? You know that!" He took a few careful steps closer. " France's reaction had unnerved them all, like it was an confirmation of the facts right infront of their faces. This was Germany? But it was just one day...? "How do you managed  that?", America asked the lumped figure furiously. "What the fuck gives you the right...!" "Just shoot him alredy!", Soviet screamed at him. "Kill it when it's still weak enough."  America gave him an angry glare. "Don't tell me what to do,Soviet! I will decide what I do." "Do I have to do that myself?" "Stop it you too!" UK arrived behind them slightly out of breath.  "What... Is it now true..?" "I fucking guess so. It's... It's..." America staggerd for words. "Why else would someone just burst foreard and be a complete ass in this way? So...so upstage?" "That's not the matter right now. What are we going to do with him?" "Shoot it!", Soviet demanded loudly. "Before... it starts murdering again." "No."

"What?" UK and Soviet turned apruptly around to America, who slightly lowerd his gun.  "What guarantees us that not just another one of those crawls out of the trash right after?", he asked them. "Just shoot it again then." "And at the end there are five of them or what?" "I dont care!", rambled Soviet. "Just put that thing out of his misery... It's problably just a distraction anyways. Or just some unfunny leftover from 3.Reich." "I don't think so." "Oh, you think so and that makes it true?", the giant nation snarled cynical. "Just because you think you know everything better, it still doesn't make it right, debil." America gave him a look of disgust. "Whatch what you saying, commie." "C-Can we please concentrate on the subject?", pleaded UK desperatly. "We have more important things to worry about then fighting." The two nations scoffed quietly. "OK!", America announced loudly. "Because some people are not able to think problably right now, we get that Germany-Thing locked up for now and figuring out later what we will do with it."  UK saw America clearly giving a side glance as he said the first part but the big nation did not seem to notice. He seemed way more busy making a fitting grim expression. UK looked nervously between the two back and forth, expecting another outbreak over America's independent desicon in such a situation. "Come on. Get a place to keep an animal in.", America orderd the soldiers around them. "Hurry up!" The men forced themself out of their frozen state and started to get busy. Then finally, Soviet let out a grown. "Fine... Leave him his fun.", he grunted defeated and rubbed his temples before stepping back. "I need to gather my thoughts." UK let out a relived sigh. This time it went well, but what about the next...? He had to talk to them as soon as possible.

Germany  had tried to pull the attention back to him a few times but nobody seemed to care anymore. After France's breakdown, his enemies had just talked, or better said, screamed at each other for... he did not even know how long. It was almost as they had forgotten him over their little argument over god-knows-what but he hadn't dared to move an inch. The gun was still pointing at his direction, like the one of the soldiers.And the worst: He still did not understand what was being said. Just this almost-understanding-but-not-quite-feeling,what bugged him the most, right beside his physical pain and sketchy memory. The only thin he colud read was the body language and the atmosphere, who he would describe as something betwen panic and anger, but more directed at each other. Especially between Soviet ans the guy with the sunglasses, what he could at least understand a little, Soviet was a annoying, worthless sub-thing after all,so this was not suprising. He would do the same. But now he had sensed a change around him. A order(?) was given by the white-red striped guy and the soldiers belonging to him started to move. This meant nothing good. A decision was been made and whatever will happen now would change his future, Germany could feel it. But this decision had been made without him. That worried him the most.

"Hey...", he tried again in a firm voice. "Hört mir gefälligst..." He stoped in the middle of the sentence as Soviet, who was talking with various soldiers and officers, suddenly turned around to face him. The stare he gave him was cold and full with hate. Then the giant nation smiled. A  sadistical, malicous smile. "Tebe povezlo.", Soviet said gleeful. With two steps he was standing directly infront of Germany and grabbed him at the back of his neck before he could even react. He was apruptly jerked up into the air, as Soviet picked him up with ease.The strong grip wrapped almost around his whole neck and felt like his head would just pop off at every moment. A stinging pain ran down his spine. Germany tied to protest but could only produce a small jelp. His anger flared instinctively up again. Immidiatly, he started to kick around, ignoring the resulting sickening pain resulting out of his struggle. But Soviet just easily held him at an arm's lengh so he could not reach him anymore and started carriyng him off. "Ey...ey...", he croaked helplessly, gasping for air. Soviet's face right infront of him gloated shamelessly at his suffering. His vision blurred and his kicks slowly came to a stop. Germany  felt his mind fade away and did not even feel how Soviet simply tucked him under his arm, squeezing him way harder then necessery. Germany could distancly feel his ribcage crunch. He did not register or notice much of the journy, just staying half- conscious as Soviet made problably sure that he did get not knocked out. Sadistical bastard. Voices flared up and down, orders were screamed and dark figures scurried around them, following them as they went. And then there was... a stop? He felt a change in his position.  The face of Soviet was infront of him again. Someone was right besides him, the blurred red- white striped guy, his sunglasses made his face look like there were just black voids for eyes.. "Spokoynoy nochi, suka!", Germany heard. Then the world seemed to rapidly turn and twist around  him as the pressure around his neck suddenly dissapeared. A black void swallowed him, the aprupt change of light and darknes made him immediatly feel lost. Then a hard hit brought Germany apruptly back into his normal conscious, but that also meant his resepction of pain. His whole body seemed to explode, feeling every nerve acing in the worst way possible. The second hit made his bones tremble from head to toe. Someone screamed, maybe himself. He tumbled down, deeper into the abyss of darkness and pain. As the fall finally stopped, Germany was alredy far away in a involuntary, dreamless but merciful sleep as a door above him closed shut, locking out the last bit of light.

And leaving no chance to escape an uncertain future.