Once again, everything returned to its leisurely, tranquil state. Time seemed to fly by, until we finally reached the fabled month of December. I'd never really celebrated Christmas before, at least not in the way that most children had. I sort of half expected something different to happen, but nothing nearly as incredible as what Britain put together for me.
On 24th December, I crept down into the library as per usual, only to be met with seven full-to-the-brim boxes of tinsel, baubles and goodness knows what else. As if waiting for this moment, the UK leapt out from behind a bookshelf, yelling a cheery greeting to me.
"Hallo, Mutti!" I giggled, allowing her to wrap her arms around me. "What's all of this?"
"Christmas decorations!" she smirked, "Have you ever decorated a Christmas tree before?"
"Nein..?" I answered, uttered bewildered. Why would you decorate a tree? It was absurd!
"Oh!" Britain gasped, "Well, I suppose I'll have to show you what to do!"
Laughing like a delighted child, she scampered into the living room, where stood the largest fir tree I'd ever seen. Jaw dropping to the floor, I took the endless string of fairy lights that the UK had given me and followed her instructions about their placement as perfectly as I could.
Several hours later, the tree was complete. Baubles carved from all forms of glass and crystal hung from every angle of it, accompanied by glimmering lights and dazzling tinsel. At last, I placed a glimmering gold star on the highest branch, chambering down to admire mine and my mother's handiwork.
"Do you like it?" Britain whispered, grinning mischievously at me.
"I still don't see the point of decorating a tree..." I began hesitantly, though soon breaking into a smile, "...But ja!"
"Good!" she grinned, "Now... Tea?"
Nodding eagerly, I bounded into the kitchen, happily snaffling up her biscuits and chatting far more than usual. The evening rolled around within no time at all, and I found myself going up to my bedroom, truly excited about Christmas Day for the first time in my life.
"West Germany?" Britain whispered, stopping me midway up the stairs.
"Ja, Mutti?"
"Thank you... For all of this..." she sniffed, beaming at me through cascades of tears, "I love spending time with you, a-and... I love having you as my son... I hope you're h-happy with me too..."
Blinking, I shakily answered her, overcome with emotions stronger than I was perhaps able to comprehend, "Mutti... You're the best parent ever! Ich liebe dich!"
"I love you too..." she sobbed, scooping me into her arms, "My favourite child..."
Embracing her one last time, I trekked up to bed.
The next morning, I ran down the stairs like the wind with a spring in my step like never before.
"West," Britain giggled half-heartedly, "It's three in the morning..."
"I'm dressed, though!" I beamed, flicking on the living room light and marvelling at the mound of presents accumulated on the sofa. "Are these..?"
"All yours!"
"Wow..."
It was amazing. It was absolutely amazing.
Astronomy books, globes, toy swords, new shoes, the most fascinating hat I ever did see and, most importantly, the very pen that I'm using to write this book.
"That's not everything," Britain grinned at me, "There's one last present..."
"Ja....?" I whispered excitedly, eyes widening.
"Wait a few hours and meet me in the car!"
And that's what I did. I spent my time in the car in curious anticipation. Though it was barely any time at all, it seemed to drag on for hours, until we finally pulled into the car park opposite the UN Headquarters.
Walking confusedly towards UN's office, I pulled open the door. I was greeted by the welcome sight of Berlin and London, plus another woman I'd never seen before. The chair behind the desk was taken too, but not by the United Nations. Heart racing, I stumbled into the room, eyes fixed on the figure of the girl in the chair, the girl that I loved more than anything or anyone else.
"East!" I yelled, bolting over to her.
"Hallo, Bruder," East sobbed, burying her head in my shoulder. "I... I've missed you..."
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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...
