Over the next four weeks, I spent a total of eleven days working with Amerika. Science became an obsession; I lived and breathed the Space Race, from the building of power plants to the powering of rockets, I loved it all dearly. My entire world became consumed by it, and by the end of the month, I was storing Amerika's plans under my bed and completing them once Britain was asleep in order to satisfy my secret fascination.
Britain wasn't naive though. Almost immediately, she could sense that something had changed and became ice-cold towards me whenever I evaded her questions about why I was so distant. She would interrogate me at least twice per week, becoming increasingly more frustrated each time I denied her access to the truth.
As quickly as it has begun, the game was up.
At the end of the fourth week, she found a collection of my papers. I believe she was washing a jacket of mine and found one concealed in the pocket and soon unearthed the greater stash. When she asked me about it, her voice was barely louder than a whisper, but it was coated in venom and fire. Now, I could see why the world saw her as a formidable killer; even if she would never hurt me, she was more than capable of it once she was angry.
"West?" she hissed, poison bubbling on her tongue, "Did the USA give you these?" She wafted the papers in front of me, gritting her teeth as she awaited my reaction.
"Ja," I sighed, realising there was no point in hiding the truth any further.
"For how long have you been doing this?"
"A month," I answers, goosebumps crawling up my arms like hundreds of thirsty tarantulas.
"Alright," she grimaced, turning away from me momentarily. My heart was racing harder than it had done since I'd lived here... I had never, not ever seen such a cold, calculating side of the UK... She could do anything; I had no idea what was going on behind those nuclear-green eyes.
"West?" she finally asked me, the cruel edge to her voice melting away as she offered me her hand. "Would you like to get in the car? We're going to see the UN."
Trembling, I cautiously took her hand, following her without questioning and curling up in the passenger seat of her car.
"Mutter?" I asked her, my voice cracking and shaking as I did.
"Yes, dear?"
"Are you angry with me?"
"Oh, West..." she gasped, squeezing my hand apologetically, "I'm sorry if I scared you... This isn't your fault, it's America's; of course I'm not..."
"Are you going to hurt him?"
"No, no!" she sighed, a melancholy look fluttering across her face, "But what I will do is ask the UN to end this madness..."
"You're going to stop me doing science?!" I squealed, blood boiling.
"I'm going to stop the USA manipulating you, yes."
"That's not fair! I'll stop doing the planning, but the element-hunting and the chemistry-"
"Enough." she hissed, cutting me off. Fuming, I spent the final ten minutes of my journey glaring out of the window, silently hoping that Mr. UN would back my view up.
...But alas, no such luck. As we sat in his office, the UN simply frowned at the situation that had been presented to him, and too at my defence.
"West Germany," he stated, piercing blue eyes laced with pity meeting my expecting ones, "You're an extremely intelligent young man, I understand. However, I am of the opinion that you are much too young to be caught in the crossfire of the Cold War. I'm sorry, but we must protect you and your sister at all costs. Britain, I will speak to Mr. USA immediately about this situation; he should not be using such a young nation to execute his personal schemes."
Smouldering, I exited his office before the UK had even stood up, marching into the car park and flinging open the car door.
"West-" Britain began, visibly nervous as she sat beside me.
"Don't speak to me," I spat.
"I'm sorry..."
We remained in silence all evening. After that day, I didn't leave my room unless Britain was out. I stayed upstairs during Berlin's visit that week and wouldn't allow London to come in with him.
Five days later, in the early evening, Britain knocked on my door for the millionth time. I didn't answer; I had no words for the one who had taken away the thing that made me happiest.
"I'm sorry..." she sobbed from outside regardless, "I just wanted to protect you... I'm stupid, I know I am... Please, I just want my son back..." Before she could even finish her spiel, she broke down in tears, slumping onto the floor, unable to speak of the guilt I suspect I had induced.
Anger subsiding, I pulled open my door in shame, curling up beside her. There were more important things than a stupid science project; I'd almost lost my mother to both of our stubborn nature... Was an irrelevant quarrel worth over a year of love and compassion?
"Don't cry..." I whispered, wiping the tears from her face, "I understand... I'm sorry... I miss you, Mutti..."
That night, we barely let each other out of our sights. We talked for hours. We played together. We laughed. We cried. We fell asleep watching a rather interesting comedy skit called Dinner For One.
Everything was as it should have been again...
Oh, and Amerika was subsequently banned from babysitting duty.
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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...
