A Turnaround For Germany || Countryhumans Fanfic

Chapter 6: An Ugly Morning

A/N:

It's been a whole year since the last chapter was published. In all honesty, I never expected this book to get popular hence why there was never a chapter 6. After countless character development with specifically my Germany and America, I don't even think they're the same person as they are in this book.

After all, it has been a year, and I have had a year of studying and researching these countries. Their flaws and all. I can now proudly say that I have been in this fandom, for now, a little over a year, seeing what others have done with their countries.

God what a nightmare it is to see other people's creations. Nevertheless, they were helpful. I have made my own AU because of others and their ideas.

So, with enough said. Thank you for continuing to read my book despite its... year-long pause. Now it's time to see the change. God knows it'll be a mess.

Germany(🇩🇪) was awake with a cold sweat. His chest pounds up and down as he feels his cold sheets under his white skin. His breath came out shakily, remembering those cold eyes he stared at every day back in 1939. How could he forget these memories? How has his mind repressed them for so long?

He faintly remembers the night before. He was at Poland's (🇵🇱) house for a movie night. It was a sweet celebration of having the United Kingdom(🇬🇧) out of the European Union. A smile arose from Germany's face, remembering that he's finally gone.

The country slowly sat up, the pain in his back caused him to ache. He looked to the side, staring at the bright red numbers on his blocky alarm clock.

"4:32 AM" The German whispered to himself. He groaned quietly, throwing his leg and a half over the bedside as his head ached even worse than his back. He tugged at his black messy hair, some falling out as he did. Staring at the cold fake wooden floors, he thought of his nightmare.

It was like he was there again, back in 1942 when he originally snuck out to go with his uncle in that damn military truck. He hated himself for even thinking of it in the first place. Regaining his focus, he slowly leaned towards his nightstand where his prosthetic leg was located at. Leaning against it, the man had grabbed it. This was the result of a stupid mistake. He now had to live with it forever.

It only took a minute to attach the leg on his nub, feeling how cold the metal was made him shiver even more. Slowly standing up, his phone had suddenly ringed. The awful ringing made Germany's head throb in pain, he looked at the screen.

European Union.

"Why is he calling so early..." He mumbled, grabbing it and finally pressing the answer button. The phone had no case, so the feeling of broken glass had filled his sense of touch.

"Germany." The European Union's voice had filled Germany's left ear, the only ear he could hear out of now. His voice was heavy, it carried a thin German accent. Germany loved the fact it was a German accent mainly because it pissed off Poland, as well as a few other European countries.

"Yes, sir?" Germany's groggy voice carried out through the transmission. He had just woken up which was as clear as day to anyone who had heard his voice.

"It's 4:40 AM."

"Yes, sir... I know," He felt a sense of panic in his chest. The only time the Union reminded him of the time is when he'd get disciplined because of a simple document mistake.

Germany understood the discipline, though it would be considered inhumane towards a democratic country. But, it was the only way to keep the countries in check. The United Nations (🇺🇳) does a similar approach to the Unions that go too far, so it isn't completely unfair.

But god it's a whole lot of paperwork.

"The meeting Germany," The Union growled a deep unnerving growl, "The damn meeting with NATO? Did you forget it? It starts in 10 and you aren't even fully awake from what it fucking sounds."

Swearing usually never affects Germany, he swears occasionally when under certain amounts of stress. But for some reason, the Union swearing at Germany caused him to stop breathing.

"Yes- Yes sir, I'll rush over there..."

"Teleport. Do not drive."

"Yes- I'll.. teleport."

Teleportation was the easiest but more usage of energy for countries. When a drive to another country could take weeks, teleportation is your best bet if it's that serious.

Germany heard the repetitive beeps from the other side of the phone, telling him that the Union had hung up. He shakily placed the phone on his nightstand, trying to not have a panic attack just from a call from his boss. Slowly, he walked over to his closet and opened it slowly.

"Calm down Germany... I'd be upset too.. he just lost a country," Germany tried to reassure himself, grabbing his usual attire. A black dress shirt with a red tie, a similar color to his flag. A pair of nice black dress pants with his usual black leather shoes.

The only reason he never wore anything else besides his dress shirt and pants is simply because of the dress code at work. You could only wear a dress shirt, nothing too casual and nothing too wild. This was for every single nation regarding its workplace.

He had remembered once during a NATO meeting, America(🇺🇸) had worn a bright pink dress shirt. It was outrageously distracting that every country in that room had stared at America, giving him want he wanted: attention. Every 30 countries and all eyes were him on, even NATO himself.

Germany hated America exceptionally that day because his dress shirt had caused the meeting to be twenty minutes longer because of how he was forced to change and the fact that NATO had to give a lecture on dress code again.

Note that the lecture was only five minutes long, the other 15 shows how stubborn that ignorant country is. That and the fact he had a vape with him as well.

Germany groaned, remembering how long and torturing that meeting was. He grabbed his phone as well as his briefcase which had his very important documents and laptop in.

"Brussels, Belgium( 🇧🇪)" Germany mumbled the headquarters of NATO under his breath. Sweet Belgium, he loved her and her personality and couldn't wait to see her again. She was a long-time friend of his, decades of knowing each other well.

He closed his eyes, imagining the place well. Every little detail in the front office. The sweet blond man as the receptionist with his succulents, the awful dentist smell of the room. The bright lights, the uncomfortable waiting chairs. He clenches the briefcase in his left hand... and suddenly smelled the dentist smell as bright lights impaled his eyelids.

"Hallo, Deutschland! Good to see you this early morning!"