Sides ( Rusame )

Part V

Germany-

Dad was acting weird. He was meaner, like what people think he acts like. I know Soviet was getting affected because eventide he loved on him, dad brushed it off, trying to get as far away from his love. They slept in different beds for the past week. I think Soviets on the brink of killing himself.

"Germany, what are you doing?" Father said. His accent also disappeared. That also affected Soviet. He always said his accent calmed him, and now I'm thinking he's starting to think about moving away with the others.

"Just zhinking."

"Well, tomorrow, pack your things."

"Vhy?"

"You're going to live with. . .my. . .brother." He answered. But the way he said 'my' it wasn't right. This isn't him.

"Can you come vizh me, Vazhur."

"Yes."

I walked with him to the back. A soundproof area where no one could hear you talk.

"Wer zum Teufel bist du."

"Was meinst du?"

"Ich weiß, dass du nicht mein Vater bist. Also, sag mir, wer bist du?"

"Ich bin dein Vater. Sie müssen sich nur daran erinnern. Ich bin es leid, hier zu sein, bei ihm. Er ist einfach so unverzeihlich."

"WARUM HAST DU DANN EIN KIND MIT IHM GEHABT!? DU BIST NICHT MEIN VATER. JETZT SAG MIR WER DU BIST!!"

"What. . ."

"JA, JOU HADE A CHILD VIZH HIM! DON'T JUO REMEMBER?"

"He. . .he, how. How can a man have a child." By now, the man who called himself my father was whispering.

"Because my Vazhur loved Sowjetisch. Enouwh to do zhings zhat I can't say I've done."

I hands went down to my belt, slowly pulling the gun out. I wasn't big, but it will work. The man said he was my father. But my vather is different. People can't change, but they can always be better.

"How thoug-"

A loud bang rang through the little area. Before the light could go, the man dropped dead. I looked at him. I then took off his hair. Just a wig. But I sall brown hair flooded over his face. He's brittish, just by his hair I knew.

Sowjetisch is going to be mad. If he knew that he was loving on a different man, then he would have stopped the first second he knew.

"GERMANY, ARE YOU OKkkkk. . .did you kill him." It was Mongolia.

"It vas not Vazhur. It vas a brittizh man."

"Dad's not going to be happy."

"Nien, nien he is not."

*A time skip brought to you by ME!*

"КАКИЕ?!"

"Ja, er war ein Brite."

"ГДЕ МОЙ ДОРОГОЙ?!"

"I do not know."

"IT VAS BRITANIYA!!"

"Jou need to calm dovn. I'm also going to go to Boland. So, see jou in a little vhile."

I opened the door to exit. Heading to Polands house.

WANRING. ¡GERMANY x POLAND!

Oh, Poland.  I know that history has never been nice in our family, but I can't help liking him in that way. The way his wings get flared up when I talk to him, or when he gets really excited, the look in his eyes. I just. I just love him.

But I know he only sees me as a friend. His religion makes him straight. Although he has to respect those people, he can not be like them. It hurts. It really does, but it life. I know he would never really like me that way. In a way, he finds to be roung.

As his house came into view, I had to prepare myself. Not to do anything stupid. I have had a crush on him since I first saw him fly in the sky. The way he giggled and laughed. His smile while the clouds hugged his face. To see his light pink wings just being carried by the wind. That day was when I fell for him. But it's different know.

He can't fly in the sky anymore, not since 1939. When one of his wings got caught and cut off. Then he-, he didn't come back for a long time. But I'm glad he's back now. But. . .when he came back, he lost the happiness his lord had given him. His wings turned snow white. No, whiter than white. It was angelic, with his white, puffy hair that falowed. I came in face with the door. I knew that this was going to be hard, but. . .I just wanted to hang out.

*knock* *knock*

"COMING!" A voice yelled.

"Hello, what do yo-, Oh, Germany, how are you. Come in, Clcome in.

"I'm good. Vhat about jou Polen?"

"I'm good know that you are here. Speaking of which, why are you here."

"Sowjetisch is mad at Großbritannien."

"Oh, I see. How's the war going between the sides?"

"It's equal by now."

"Oh, I see."

"Ah, Polen. I forgot to give you something."

I pulled out a gold chain. A gold cross hanging off of it. It was a Cristian thing, I know. Buy it was still for the same God.

"I'm sorry. I could not find zhe star of dav-"

"IS THAT REAL GOLD?!?! OH MY, THAT HAD TO BE EXPENSIVE! I can't TAKE THAT!"

"Polen, I dont shov of my religion like zhis. Jou know zhat. I bought it for jou."

"But-"

Before he could finish, I put it around his neck.

"Now people vill know zhat jou are a son of Gott."

Poland sighed. I know that he could sometimes not be able to take my gifts. But I always tried. It was my way of secertly giving him affection. Because I wanted him to be happy.

An- I did it. Take it. I'm done with life, and I want to die. But the fluff made me happy, so I will be happy. See you guys when I can make anoughter one. I'm also thinking of making another chapter today soooo. . .see you later today.
GlissBunBun666 made my day today by just saying hi and asking me how my day was, so this chapter was made because of them.