5 Of Them...

Prologue + A/N

I promise im working on Dolls 😭😭😭 and ima redo the cover when my drawing tablet actually works >:( anygay ima do this i guess 

POV: Germany

I was at this- anniversary thingy. I was hanging out with Poland, trying not to get too drunk. I was affirmed about 12 times that I don't have to apologize for what happened in WW2. They said it was fine because it's over and it's been 80 years. But I still say sorry. 

I sip my drink and look at the stage, where America is preparing his speech and reading through the script. Again. 

America announced, "1,2,3 MIC CHECKKKK, Okay this thing is working. Ehem, welcome lads, ladies, and everybody else, uh, WW2. It was bad right?"

I was cringing so hard, but kept my composure as he continued, "It started in 1939 and ended in 1945! That was 80 years ago now!" He dropped the script paper as he stuttered "Uh- Reich- erm, Reich- uhh Reich.. he uh" America finally picked the paper back up and said, "Reich started WW2, by invading Poland-" He got cut off by a thud. 

I looked behind me and it was.. Russia. Seeming to be panicking.

I rushed up to him and asked, "Are you okay Russland? What happened?"

"R-Reich.. h-he- I saw him! B-But he was with 4 others, th-they all looked very similar to him!" Russia managed to say

"Wha- you saw Vater? How? Who were the other 4?" I asked

Russia just replied, "I-I don't know, I was o-opening the bathroom door while Amerika was s-stuttering." 

I left America to take care of the terrified Russia as I rushed to the bathroom, busting the door open, revealing... 

5 Versions of mein Vater.. RUSSIA WAS RIGHT-  

I left screaming, "RUSSIA'S RIGHT! RUSSIA'S RIGHT!"

I hug Poland, breathing heavily. I managed to see the smallest Reich skitter onto a table, looking around.

I sniffle and approach him, asking, "Are you Reich? And why are you here?!"

He responds, "Nein... und Ja. I'm H!tl3r Jungend." He looks at America and points to him "He said Reich 3 times in a row. And that summons us."

I shuffle around, not knowing what to say. I open my mouth to say something but close it. I finally blurt out, "Can I call you something else? I don't want to say the bad mustache man's name every time I say your name."

He thinks for a bit and then responds, "Ja, call mich... H. Jungend. Or just Jungend. Und, do you want to meet the others?"

I nod as he skitters off, soon bringing out the 4 others. He points to the tallest one "That's Sturmabteilung." He points to the shortest (besides him) "That's Schutzstaffel or just SS." He points to the second tallest "That's Wehrmacht." Finally, he points the to last one, "That's-" I cut him off, 
"Vater...."

Jungend shrugs "I guess," he states while walking to behind Sturmabteilung.

I run up to Reich and hug him, letting tears fall. He hugs back, patting me comfortingly.

This sure was a... interesting anniversary.