The sky seemed darker than usual today, though Germany didn't really mind that, considering he enjoyed the rain. Though, it left him stuck inside with his pestering thoughts that left him exhausted.
He poked at his books gently, not feeling like reading as he wouldn't be able to focus on the words to be able to do so. Though he didn't know what else to do. He had nothing else left to do.
They kept on having soup because of Germany's fake illness. And though, yes he has been thankful for his father's kindness and generosity, it has only made his aching mind feel even worse.
How could his father be so calm about all of this?
About possibly being royalty, and being drawn onto wanted posters that were nailed to every building and tower in town.
It didn't make much sense to Germany, though whatever happened must have been bad enough for his father to leave. Maybe he should ask Denmark more about this king figure, though then again, he didn't know if he'd be able to get out again.
He felt like he was being watched like a hawk.
Perhaps that was the wrong way to describe it, because he didn't feel like prey, he just felt like the hawk's baby bird. Like he was just venturing out of the nest and the papa bird couldn't stop following and watching him.
Maybe sometimes that was nice but it could be overbearing, but Germany only began to think it was overbearing after he found out about some possible secrets.
It was all too much for him to think about.
Every day, night and evening. From when he closed his eyes to when he opened them it was all he could think about.
The running thoughts of who he was looking at every time he opened his bedroom door. There wasn't a moment of peace or a moment of silence in his brain.
Like a thundering storm it was giving him a headache.
He couldn't bring himself to leave the house anymore, since the passing weeks he hasn't been able to. He felt like there was someone else in the house, staring and whispering to him. Even when he knew he was alone.
It was an aching and exhausting feeling. Like he was being hunted around and such. Like a small rabbit unsure if he would be found in his hiding spot.
He knew the only way to end these sufferable feelings would be to just confess.
But he couldn't tell his father what he had done, he could ask questions, maybe he could demand an explanation, but everytime he thought of that he could only imagine his father's first reaction to his question.
Goodness that felt like forever ago for him but it was still so fresh and clearly set in his mind. The way only some small words could bring a man to his knees, could bring so much fear to one person's eyes.
He didn't wish for anything wrong to happen, of course he didn't.
But that image in his head, his wanted poster was bleeding into his skull almost every second of the day.
He would only be freed from this nightmare when he would finally do it. Though he wasn't sure what exactly would happen when he would.
How would his father react? The same way as before? Probably.
But what if none of this was his fault? But if he didn't do anything wrong though then why would he be wanted?
It just didn't make any sense. Germany wanted to bash his head into a wall at this point.
He grumbled as his head was spinning, though his legs forced him to stand up from his chair and wobble towards the door.
It was now or never right? Right as dinner was supposed to commence.
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