Ascend The Multiverse|多元宇宙を昇る [Kny x Black!Reader x Countryhumans]

Twenty One| 二十一

The Theatre Of The Dead: Opening Night

A/N: This next arc of our story will start on a much different note. I'm sure you've seen little notes about the people watching your adventures in the Demon Slayer universe and the missing voices USSR claims to have lost.

I believe it is time to meet them. They deserve some screen time for being such a dedicated, wilIing audience.

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𝚂𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝟸𝟶𝟷𝟿

It was a normal afternoon when it happened. Well, as normal as it was for a wandering ghost. A wandering ghost who was once a country. A wandering ghost forever tied to the earth and watched as others live around them including their descendants, old friends, allies and enemies.

German Empire a.k.a Reichtangle a.k.a Second Reich was outside a palace which was once his home when he was alive. He was hovering around the or Berlin Palace which was once a prestigious landmark in his time. Nowadays it stood as a historical reminder of the Deutsch culture known as the Humboldt Forum; the German equivalent of the British museum.

He was leaning against the wall of the dome as he watched people from all walks of life move around the streets. The day was young and bustling as usual.

Being a ghost was one thing. Being a ghost countryhuman was another. There was no such thing as heaven or hell for his kind; they would wander the earth for eternity among with the living. Meaning they would be forced to see the nations they once knew become undone and their actions forgotten.

A frown remained etched on his black, white and red striped visage, his mood dull. The old empire hated being dead and seemingly forgotten by his people. Granted, these were his grandson's citizens now and imperialism was outdated but he couldn't help but feel nostalgic of the old days.

The German sighed as he adjusted his old, black military clothes which had patches on the coat sleeves. Maybe he could pay a visit to his favourite workaholic grandson. It gave him a slight sense of comfort to see him working earnestly to manage both his nation and the union he was part of but he really wanted him to take a break once in a while.

However, German Empire felt a bit odd that day. Sure he had the melancholy that was common among all country ghosts, but he sensed that something had changed. Automatically, he thought of the infamous time traveller.

Anything involving her always confused him, even when he was alive. The more he thought he knew her, the more mysterious she seemed. And that only served to draw him in further. Regardless, he didn't approach her as much since their last wrangle. Even though it was a simple accident.

Still, he couldn't help but miss that cunning woman who managed to deceive him and many others during the Great War. How she pretended to be helpless and dependent on him when she was the same damned person who gave him hell in the first place.

'Ironic,' he mused, 'she is one of the main reasons I lost to those bastards yet I can't bear to hate her.' Though he couldn't help but wonder once again...what if he had won instead? What if he managed to get the upper hand and defeat UK and by default France?

Just then, his ears began to ring faintly. At first, he ignored it as tinnitus. Then, he realised that ghosts are dead meaning it shouldn't be possible.

The sensation began to get more painful and he winced, covering his ears as the ringing got louder. Stumbling, he pulled on his hair in an effort to quell the static noise in his head. His body phased through the floor as he fell to the ground floor of the museum. Inside, some people were quiet as they admired ancient artifacts.