Tears pricked my eyes as I absorbed the final words of East's letter. My sister was happy... She was OK... And she hadn't forgotten me...
And Britain got that for me...
Giddy with delight and gratitude, I wrapped my arms around the UK once again, this time daring to squeeze a little harder. By now, I knew that she meant me no harm. In fact, I felt as though she was part of my family, as if this was how it was meant to be. East was happy, and I felt loved...
"Frau Großbritannien?" I whispered tentatively, breaking away from her warm grip.
"Yes, West?"
"...Can you be my Mutti now?" I stuttered, my eyes wide as I gazed hopefully up at her stunned face. We remained in silence for a moment, until she broke into a smile of pure joy, fighting back tears as she answered my question with a trembling voice.
"I'd be honoured!" she gasped, tears streaming down her cheeks and her eyes alight with adoration as she squeezed the hand of the boy that was now her son.
From that day on, I called her Mutti at every possible opportunity. I loved how much it made her smile; I'd never in my life felt so at home and so... So wanted, I suppose. Even on our most difficult days, that joy that we had was never lost and I couldn't be more grateful for the brilliant mother that I ended up with.
Almost a year later, I sat silently on my bedroom floor reflecting on that fact, desperately trying to summon a smile to my face like the one I got when I saw her grin at me every time I said that word. I believed that it was to be a hard day for me, one that would annually plague me and I was desperate to find any sort of joy I could.
"West?" Britain called out to me, knocking sharply on my bedroom door. Mournfully, I pulled open the door to my room, allowing her in and sitting on the bed of my unmade bed.
"Hallo, Mutti," I sighed gloomily, observing the flicker of a smile on her face, though it soon evaporated as she observed my state.
"What's wrong?" she frowned, taking my hand and allowing me to lean against her just how I did on our first night together.
"I miss East," I whimpered, "It's our birthday..."
"Oh, you poor thing!" Britain gasped, squeezing my hand. "Well, Berlin will be over in the afternoon at least... I'll see what I can do, ok?" Not even awaiting my answer, she ran her fingers through my hair soothingly, exiting the room with a fierce resolve written in her eyes.
It was about five minutes later that the yelling began. At first, it was simply muffled background noise, but soon grew into a cacophony of 'WHAT DO YOU MEAN "NO"'s and "FOR GOODNESS' SAKE's, and a mixture of expletives that I'm not sure that I should repeat. Heart thumping like a drum, I slid downstairs, watching Britain frustratedly slam the telephone into the wall with one final '**** YOU, SOVIET!'.
Bewildered, I slunk over to her, tentatively asking if everything was alright.
"Sorry, West," she groaned, "That was the USSR... He won't let East visit, I'm so sorry..."
"You... Called him?" I stammered, heartbroken, yet amazed at the consideration.
"I'm sorry..."
"You tried to help... Danke..." I whispered, too stunned to fully process all of the emotions bubbling over in my brain.
"I did my best..." she muttered, frowning to herself and kneeling down to my height, "West, do you want to get changed? Berlin will be here in a few hours!"
Nodding, I hurried back up the stairs, tearing off my pyjamas and searching for my best hoodie amid my piles of laundry. Finding it took over an hour, so it was just as well that Britain sent me to change so early!
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I, Deutschland
Fanfiction(ART IS NOT MINE!) After my biological father died, I was left all alone... My sister was taken from me and I was left with the most difficult decision I had ever faced: through all of my tears, I had to choose a Westerner to take me in, and I was i...
