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Wrong birthday party

All countries turned their heads, as they were in absolute disbelief of 'Germany's' (Reich) outfit. No one had never seen Germany this... untidy? Reich did wear a clean suit yes, which fitted him rather amazingly, but Germany never wore and I mean NEVER wore shades. Even if he had to wear glasses, they would always be formal. Gloves, Germany thought they were foolish, everyone knew he wouldn't put them on ever. Finally, Germany was extremely punctual, he would be the first at conferences and meetings. Reich was 4th last, really late compared to the real German.

Maybe 'Germany' had an issue, or fell ill today. Countries whispered to each other whilst having a clear confused expression. Reich realised all that was happening. Was his face paint coming off? Was he going to be jailed, or worse, killed? Reich's heart beat increased, and was brought back to his senses with a familiar call from a country.

"Germany! The man himself!"

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Reich's POV
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This bafoon of a nation. What an absolute schweinhund! (Pigdog, haha funny word) Reich screamed inside his mind. Why was this country still walking and breathing freely? Why wasn't he smashed into the pavement, killed?
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Instantly Reich smiled at the country he hated with all his blood. America smiled back, with his shiny black shades. All other countries observed as America made a connection with the country, and some late countries showed up quickly taking their seats. America pulled out a seat from beside him, directing Germany to sit next to him.

"Taking my style now huh?" America patted the German on his back, harshly. Germany laughed at his pathetic attempt of a joke. Behind his shades were darting red eyes fumed with hatred for the American. The German adjusted his posture in the seat, trying his best to look friendly towards the countries next to him. He attempted to start a conversation with the other country, of which he realised in a second. It was one of Soviet's children again, how lucky. She had beautiful red and green skin; and gorgeous red braided hair with a white string carefully arranged in it. (A/N: I love this country with all my heart) America was already busy chatting with the countries around him.

Some eyes still stuck on the German, one of which were the saddened Russian's. He promised to sit with Russia, or at least agreed to it. Russia reassured himself, as the American was hard to bargain with. He sighed and fixed his posture.

UN entered the room, and all countries ended their conversations. The tension arose as all eyes darted to him. He speed walked to the head of the table and grabbed a large folder, filled to the brim with paper work.

UN sighed and cleared his voice before starting his long script of hundreds of fancy words and Shakespeare sentences.

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Germany's POV:
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After Reich left to ruin my life, I couldn't help but notice all the things I took for granted while I was... alive. The friends I ignored mostly who were always there for me. Poland. Such a good friend, I wish I treated him better. France, she is such a sweetheart. Like a mother to me. Lithuania, she is kind as well. Nederlands, my dear brother. We drifted apart after my job became more complicated and challenging for me to handle.

Russia. He has done so much for me. I can't even begin to describe all that he has offered to do for me. He is always such a kindhearted and a genuine guy.
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Germany tried to sulk. The feeling of hunger, and thirst which were building up in his stomach, and now even more 'depression'? He felt like it was as if a demon possessed his body, and turned everything and everyone against him. The demon had so much power, physically and mentally. It could ruin anything it pleased. Germany shut his eyes, and tears began to flow like rivers out of them. It was like it was suffocating him, as the tape covered most of his face.

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Reich looked around, everyone was writing something on a paper, and so he grabbed a pen and proceeded to try and do the same thing. In his opinion the meeting was really boring.

"Germany, anything to add about this topic?"

UN sighed and sat down feeling relieved he didn't have to discuss anything more, normally Germany would take the whole lecture and develop it. He did most of everything. He really overdid it.

Reich snapped his head up, everyone looking at him. What were they even talking about.

"No... sorry... I just feel a bit under the weather, erm today." Reich replied as he began to tense up. He had blown it 100%.

Everyone froze and looked at him like he was dead. Germany never had this reaction. Even UN was shocked. Way to go Reich. Reich coughed and  looked down at his near empty piece of paper, which also was the opposite of Germany's. It would be filled to the brim with tiny letters and unfathomable words in German. America just smiled and slouched back onto the chair.

Russia gave a mouthing of 'Are you okay?' to the German. Russia usually admired all that Germany had to say at these meetings, but Germany wasn't giving anything. The countries that were directly seeing the side profile of Germany started to squint. His eye colour was.. red? Maybe it was an illness. Nonetheless they would 100% be gossiping about it once they were out of the meeting, of which included Japan. Japan was really worried for Germany. They were friends after all. She usually hung out with him after the meetings if he wasn't busy. She furrowed her brows. Something wasn't right, and she was one of the people who caught onto it.

UN stood up and stammered, he didn't know what to say. So he just continued on with another topic. Reich began to sweat as some eyes were still on him, staring dead into those glasses of his.
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