After a loud ending of his reign, linking into many decades of his life fading away from people's thoughts, he rejoins society without their knowledge. This time, he is pretending to be, someone else.
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Artwork not mine, creds to artist
Reich decided to just wear some black gloves as the bandage on his hand was too obvious and applying paint would most likely infect it. He didn't know if any of the other cuts on his body were infected; but earlier in the night he tried his best to disinfect them. Under his suit were hundreds of bandages on his torso, arms, legs, chest, feet, everywhere he was hurt in his escape of death. Although his face had a few cuts and his eyes still a little red, it was much better than before. His hair was combed and fixed, back into its former glory. He was pretty handsome for a country, but had almost the same face as Germany. It was like they were identical twins.
Reich hummed as he glanced upon the so obvious board Germany had for all his meetings and jobs on today. What a perfectionist. His day started off at 9 o clock with an 'UN' meeting, and then moving on to some others. What was UN? Reich realised he had to catch up on all this gibberish language to make himself sound like Germany, and also he had to loosen his German accent when speaking other languages.
He had a lot to do today, first starting off with securing Germany more. He headed to the wardrobe with more equipment and began to tie Germany even more, for more safety. Reich smiled and left the room as Germany now had no vision. He couldn't even talk otherwise it would hurt his mouth.
Reich checked the time, 7:45am before checking around the house for anything needed. He wondered where Germany kept his telephone, if they even had them anymore. Whilst Reich was in his bedroom, he heard a ringing sound and immediately picked up a knife and ran to the bathroom. Of which was coming from a small rectangular box? What was this.
"Russland🇷🇺 ruft..."
📞 📵
Reich used his witty skills to determine this was a telephone in this new year. The year of 2024, of which he worked out on Germany's board of dates. Shocking how long into the future it was. Reich grabbed the box and tapped on the phone up looking button. A voice then began to speak out of the box. Reich put it close to his ear as the voice was soft.
"Hello.. Germany"
Reich quickly responded
"Hello..." he checked the ringer. Russia. Wasn't that the son of the Soviet Union? He smirked
"Russia!"
Reich replied.
Russia stammered
"Yes haha.. do you want to um.. sit next to me this meeting as the board members are.. talking about how..."
Reich zoned out. He was thinking of how perfect his plan was. It was all coming together-
"Germany?.."
The Russian sounded scared.
"Oh yes, sure." Reich replied with a forced laugh.
"Oh haha okay thanks! See you."
Reich pressed the big red button, not wanting to hear another word coming from that son of a gun.
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Russia smiled to himself as he put his phone into his pocket and started to get changed. He absolutely loved Germany, and hoped he would love him back. Although it would be a risky relationship, he still prayed it would work, if it could even happen.
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Reich picked up the 'telephone' and held it like a baby. He didn't know if it was fragile or would break easily so he was extra cautious. Reich opened the doors and the light from outside swarmed the previously pitch black wardrobe. Germany lifted his head with sadness in his eyes.
Reich adjusted the mask on Germany and expected a word to come out. Germany stayed silent and looked down at the wooden floor.
"Du solltest mich nicht verärgern, da ich hier derjenige bin, der die Macht hat." (You shouldn't make me angry as I am the one with power here)
Reich whispered. Germany just frowned and looked up into his eyes. His eyes. They were red. He was going to be found out. Germany instantly smiled, and then froze. He looked down, hopefully Reich didn't know what he was thinking.
Reich observed Germany's features. He would say he was pretty spot on with the paint job, except for one crucial detail. The eye color. Unfortunately he had no contacts which was a major issue. He had to find a something to hide that. He applied the mask back on to Germany and shut the doors to the room, and locked them with a broom.
——— Reich's POV ———
Reich assumed that there was a garage around here, so with a few hours left to spare before the UN conference, he bolted for the door. He looked around the driveway and his eyes stuck upon a large gate. He hurried along to its direction, and magically it opened for him. He was shocked, until a man appeared behind him.
"Hallo, Meister Deutschland" (Hello, master Germany) A guard bowed down to Reich. Reich jolted before calming down. He smiled with his mouth closed, and narrowed his eyes to not draw attention to the unusual colour.
"Hallo, Wie gehts?" (Hello, how are you?)
The guard smiled and nodded, meaning well.
"Was möchtest du heute fahren?" (What would you like to drive today?)
Reich looked down and began to think. Did they still have his favourite car? Were the cars like how they used to be? Was it even safe for him to drive?
"Du wählst!" (You choose) He replied quickly
The guard was taken aback. Germany never was like this. He always drove his one favourite car. Maybe Germany was feeling ill? Or was he just feeling adventurous today?
"Oh... okay... BMW?"
"Danke!" (Thank you)
Reich said calmly. The BMW was made in 1916! They still did have such cars! Germany was treating his land ok from how he saw it now. The guard left inside the garage and hopped into one of the many cars in stock. He drove it up to Reich and called him in. Reich stammered and asked..
"Ich würde gerne fahren." (I would like to drive)
He didn't know whether to smile so his face had his menacing blank expression. The guard was shocked, and it was visible on his face. From his recalling, Germany never would drive his own cars! Let alone choose the BMW! The guard was amazed but worried, was this even Germany. Well yes, Germany's flag seemed like it was a bit off, and usually he never wore gloves... the guard stopped these thoughts. How dare he question the country!
"Okay. Tut mir leid" (Okay, sorry.)
Reich jumped into the car. The controls were basically the same.. He could die from this if he was wrong. Reich put his leg on the pedal and drive off forward, to the gate farthest away. He was a bit stiff on the driving, but continued doing so to find some glasses or shades. He had some time to kill. It was 8:20am. He thought the countries wouldn't be that punctual, as back in time they never were, so he didn't sweat it.
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A/N
I tried to draw what I thought it would be like 😅
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