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The fool

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Reich crept through Germany's large house, through the hallways, all with a menacing smile. He achieved his plan.

Germany's bedroom was grand. His whole home was; he bought it with his hard work, it wasn't handed to him. Although no one knew he had to work to buy it, they all assumed as he was quite literally the country they lived in the government gave him this house which they were fine with, he knew that he worked hard for years for it. So did his friend, Russia. Russia was pretty fond of Germany, he was the only western country Russia liked. Adored. But Germany didn't know Russia felt that way for him. His room was decorated modernly, but in the corner was a small blank canvas with bottles of paint. Family is really family.

Reich trailed a finger along the walls of the room, feeling every detail. He wondered if Germany had as sharp teeth as he did, if Germany would put up a fight if he wasn't in the sleeping state. He ran his finger along the corner of the wall, and up around, then across the wall to another wall, and and down it and then finally it reached Germany's bed. Reich stopped and stared straight at Germany with his piercing red eyes. His hunger and thirst crept along his thoughts but he brushed them away, until after he deals with Germany.

He has a plan. A 'good' plan, which was only good for him, not at all for the sleeping German. Reich smiled at the black, red and yellow country. He slept so peacefully. Then Reich glanced around the room, looking for a specific something to do the job he wanted done. His eyes landed on a part of the room and widened menacingly. If Germany woke up and looked at Reich's face he'd see how insanity was painted all on it, specifically at the blood-shot eyes. They were shocking. Almost as shocking as his idea. Reich wondered across the room and tilted his head, smiling with his sharp teeth. He moved his arms up and traced his fingers along the glass tank. Blondi. Blondi was his plan of killing Germany. Although there were less treacherous methods of killing him, of course Reich chose the most painful way.

He headed to the bathroom to look for a possible way of moving the eel. He opened all the cupboards and cabinets Germany had, searching for the key to his plan.

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Germany awoke due to the noise of creaking  coming from his hallway. Suddenly, his door opened, he quickly shut his eyes and pretended to be asleep. He felt eyes glance upon him. He slightly opened his eyes and looked at the figure through his eyelashes. The figure looked like him, but there were large differences. The figure appeared to have Germany's flag, but it was all dirty and ruined. Who was this man in Germany's bedroom? Germany tensed up as he felt the being stare at him. He was prepared to jump at any moment now if the figure was of a harm, but he just wandered away to Germany's pet. Germany furrowed his brows wondering many things.

Germany watched as the being left to the bathroom and Germany bolted out of his bed, he didn't (barely) go to the gym for nothing.

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Reich finally got ahold of a bucket, and he planned to pour the eel into it. Finally, he could complete he first step of his mission. He smiled and turned across the bathroom heading for the door.

Germany ran towards his kitchen. He grabbed his knife and began to prepare to stab the intruder. Although he didn't like violence and blood, if it was necessary and the only way, which he knew was the only way as he realised who the intruder was, he had no doubt. His shock of realisation and fright was quickly replaced by anger and put on hold until after this monster was caught. Unfortunately the only phone in the house was in his bathroom as that is where he charged his phone. What a rather unfortunate development he thought.

Reich advanced out into the bedroom and spilt the tank over, gallons of water rushed out whilst the eel frantically attempted to escape the tank as well. The eel then landed in the plastic bucket and Reich turned around. To his dissatisfaction Germany awoke and was now somewhere else. Reich did not fret as he carried the heavy bucket out of the bedroom, of which he searched around with his eyes for the other German.

Germany shook as he squatted onto the floor below the kitchen island, preparing for the worst. His plan was to suddenly peer out from under the counter and strike his opponent. He was confident it would work, but never expected to have been put into this situation in the first instance.

Reich crept oh so smoothly around the floor. He decided that if Germany was already out of the house, he would have to take all the guards on. In his view his life wasn't that worthy of keeping yet, as he was basically on the verge of dying. His hunger and human traits started to really catch up to him, so he needed to win this battle. He persued forward, looking for a figure in the shadows. His red eyes glanced over everything in a calculated manner. It was crazy how good he was at this. Soon he made it to the kitchen.

His footsteps were a little too loud as the boy heard them and made a move. Although Reich was older back in time, his age suddenly decreased and he was now in his early twenties again for some reason. He suspected it was because it was fate for him to kill off the real Germany and pretend to be him before slowly turning back to his former self.

Germany jumped but just doing that caused his head to bang straight onto the counter above. Just like that Reich located him and in one move poured the bucket on the hurt Country. Germany shrieked with pain, emotional and physical. A lot of physical pain. It was unbearable how the shocks and touch of his beloved Blondi felt. Blondi then slid off onto the floor, slowly dying.

The German laid silent on the floor.